My Drunk Bash
You woke up in the middle of the night when you felt someone breathing lightly at your face. You can clearly smell it. The smell was awful, exactly like booze with a mixture of Irish beer and wine. You opened your eyes and found Bash above you. He was staring at you, smiling in a funny way. His hair was a total mess, bags underneath his eyes like he hadn't slept in days. He was topless, only revealing a beautiful, handsome chest and his eyes were pink, not his usual dark eyes.
"Bash", you sat up, "it's 2:30 in the morning, where were you?"
Bash was drunk, so drunk that he lossed his balance and fell on his bottom.
"I was with my friendsy wensy", he laughed goofly, rolling on the floor, "with my cute little twin Dash, teddy bear Ferdinand, teletubbie Thomas and puddi puddi Percy".
You giggled. You loved when Bash was drunk. You always thought that he was so cute and funny when he was, even when he wasn't.
"Were you out drinking?" you asked still giggling.
"Yuh huh. Poor Thomas and Percy didn't want to drink Luke's tasty Irish beer, nor Brava beer, nor Jack Daniel's booze. All they drinked was tea, except for us Logging Locos".
"Aww, you Logging Locos are so cute"
After Bash heard this, he just wanted to kiss you badly. He didn't care if his brother came in unexpectedly, he just wanted to feel your soft, tender lips.
"I shall get myself a midnight snack", you stood up walking to the kitchen, "do you want anything, Bash?"
"A damn beer is all I want", Bash hiccuped, rubbing his big tummy.
You giggled once more.
"Other than that, baby"
"Your love"
You flushed hard. It was rare that someone told you that they wanted you or your love.
"Oh Bash, I don't what else to say. But that was very kind of you"
He got up slowly, still drunk, and wobbled to you. He then grabbed your hands gently and kisses them as well as licking the kisses away.
"Kiss me", Bash grinned putting his hands on your waist.
You then leaned in front of his face and felt your lips on his. Both of your lips crashed together softly. You can taste booze, Irish beer, and wine. You were grossed out from the taste for a split second, but then despite it. You felt Bash's tongue flick yours, creating a large amount of saliva in your mouth, making the kiss more tender and passionable. You both pulled away with string of saliva connecting from both of your mouths.
"Bash", you mumbled, "I love you".
You gave him a big hug and kissed his forehead. Bash blushed.
"Lets go to bedy bye", he suggested.
"Of course, Bash, lets go".
You both walked back to the couch where you slept and sat down together.
"This has been the best night ever, Bash", you smiled, "thank you so much".
"My sweet beautiful pleasure"
You then lay down on the pillow and putted the blankets on yourself.
"Good night, Bash"
He frowned, he didn't want to sleep alone.
"No, darling", he moaned, "I wanna sleep with you".
You felt bad for him, you wanted him to feel warm. So you moved over to give Bash room.
"Here you go, Bash"
He then lays down right beside you and scoots towards you to cuddle with you.
"Goodnight", Bash yawned, "I love you"
"I love you too", you grinned, "my dearest drunk Bash".
And the two of you drifted off to sleep.
THE END
