Slipping and Falling

The sex has made me stupid. That's why I did it. That's why I told Harry Dresden that I was in love with him.

It's the only explanation for why I would destroy the arrangement it had taken us years to come to, one where I could have his company, he could have me, and when it was over, we'd both be okay. I wouldn't pine for a man who knew me like Harry and didn't want to change me, and he wouldn't disappear from the public eye for months to put himself back together.

It happened the night we went out for a drink at a new bar instead of McAnally's. I couldn't tell you what it was called. I doubt I could find it again. But we did. A case had just been closed, neat as you please, cleaner than I had seen in years. No one had died. No fairies had taken an interest in us. Harry hadn't been hurt. No favors had been called in

A little girl had been returned to her family. She wouldn't even have nightmares.

A success no matter which way you look at it.

So yeah, we celebrated. And yeah, we might have gotten a little carried away. We were too happy to do what we should. It all started downhill when Harry ordered a bottle of tequila for the table. Between us, it was gone before the hour was up. Then Harry got that gleam in his eye, I paid the bill, and we stumbled together onto the street. We were both too wasted to drive, the Beetle was left to it's own devices. Harry insisted that it was too cute, and no one with a heart could bear to do it any harm. I said no one with a brain would want it.

When we reached his place, Mouse escaped out the door and we fell against each other, and my consciousness narrowed to lips and teeth and hands and fingers. Clothing dropped and tongues roved, my back against the wall, and the alcohol boiled in my system. The burn spiked when Harry groaned, and I couldn't help it anymore. Coming down from the high, basking in the afterglow, it slipped out.

My immediate thought was, Goddamit.

It's ruined. That's it.

And I felt his laughter where our bodies touched, and heard him say those words back to me, and it was alright.


Completely and totally 100 percent inspired by The Sex Has Made Me Stupid by Robots in Disguise. A wonderful song, which you should definately check out.

-Oceans