Finally, I have finished the first one. Aren't I super special awesome?
Okay. So, the five-chaptered story didn't work out, because I never got it to flow right. I may post excerpts from it over in my forum, but other than that, it's never seeing the light of day.
However! You can, instead, have some lovely one-shots. Five of them. For a lovely LJ community about drunk people.
All of these will contain drinking or mentions of such, and some will contain sensuality and language. This one has lots of sensuality. Be warned.
And the theme is in the chapter title. Isn't it pretty? Sure it is.
Okay…this author's note is getting ridiculously long. Heh. I'll shut up now. Enjoy!
He blames the wine.
No, really. It's all the wine's fault.
After all, he reasons, if it wasn't for the wine, he and Meroko wouldn't be red-faced. Nor would they be kissing. Nor would they be drunk.
Izumi stops at that last word, ordering that it be rephrased. Because he is not drunk. Meroko was very obviously drunk, but he wasn't. He'd had a little less alcohol, and he was much better at holding it than Meroko.
He is just a little tipsy.
And he's only making out with Meroko because he's selfish and he has desires just like anyone. And with Meroko as drunk as she is, there's a good chance she won't remember it in the morning.
He pushes his tongue practically down her throat, and she plasters herself against his chest and moans lightly, but it's not a moan of pain; it's one of longing.
"Izumi…" she murmurs when they break apart. A contented smile comes to her face.
He feels a little bit guilty, because while there's a good chance she won't remember this, there's also a chance that she will. And if she does remember it, what will she think? Will she be angry? Sad?
Hopeful?
All thoughts leave his head when her fingers brush the bottom of his shirt and start to lift it.
Without a moment's hesitation, he takes her hands and helps her lift it over his head. She stares at him, eyes both half-lidded and wondering.
Izumi smiles, and then leans in and nuzzles her neck gently. She squeals with delight. "I-Izumi—!"
His breathing is slow and measured as he trails kisses across the pale plains of her neck and toward her shoulder, pulling her shirt aside as he goes. She moans again, very softly.
"Mmm, Izumi," she whispers, her arms slowly lifting up and encircling him. "I love you."
Izumi pauses, his eyes widening with slight shock, and his head spins just a little.
Because Meroko has said those words to him many times before—
But it's been years. Years of nothing, of her saying she was over him.
"I love you so much…" she murmurs, her fingers tracing gently across his back. "So much…"
Izumi lifts his head up a little. His mouth opens, and words form in his mouth and almost come out.
I love you, too.
Almost.
But they don't, because Izumi reminds himself that he isn't drunk. He's only a bit tipsy.
Meroko grabs his face in her hands and pulls him down to kiss him, and he closes his eyes and reminds himself that he isn't drunk, he's just tipsy, and he's only doing this for the pleasure of the moment. But, oddly enough, the words don't seem quite as convincing in his mind now.
I love you, too.
Silly Izumi. You know you love her.
