A/N Be prepared for some OOC-ness, and I hope you enjoy :D This is the drunken events of thetwo that lead up to marriage
Chapter 1
"We were never serious," Shizuru slurred in explanation as she accepted some water shoved her way, "I cheated on her all the time, she obviously cheated on me too."
"Cheating is bad," Natsuki growled out, "my dad cheated on my mom, my girlfriend cheated on me, Nao used me to cheat on tests in high school, this bitch cheated against us in a game last season for money-"
"Ara," Shizuru stopped her new friend's drunken rambles, "you're cute."
Natsuki blushed.
"You blush a lot," Shizuru grinned.
Natsuki grinned, "That's because you're teasing me."
Shizuru giggled, "Did you know that I once had three girls at once?"
Natsuki gawked, "no way!"
"Yeah," Shizuru smiled, "dancing. What were you thinking about you pervert?"
Natsuki blushed, "no wonder your fiancée left you, you probably teased her too much."
"Ara, that's mean. Your girlfriend probably cheated on you because you're so mean."
Natsuki frowned, "that's mean. She actually cheated on me because... because... I don't know why."
()()()()
"Hey," Natsuki smirked, wrapping an arm around Shizuru's waist at around two in the morning after the bar kicked the out for closing time, "do you think everyone thinks we're a couple because we're like walking down the street drunk together and we-"
"Ara?" Shizuru turned to see why her new friend stopped talking only to see that she was staring in awe at a strip club. "A strip club?"
Natsuki flushed, "have you ever been to one before?" Natsuki asked, wrapping both arms around her new very snugly and pretty friend.
Shizuru smiled at the blush on her cheeks and in return snuggled into the nice smelling leather jacket, "of course! Mostly for business though. Have you?'
"Nope. Should we do it? It's not like we're cheating or anything, I mean, we're single now, right."
Shizuru rolled her eyes and wrapped her arms around the cute, most likely younger, girl's neck. She bit her ear and whispered, "I need a few more drinks."
Natsuki blushed when Shizuru pushed out of her embrace, grabbed her arm, and lugged her into the strip club.
()()()()
"Hoooly shit," Natsuki tugged at the flower garland around her neck as she stumbled out of the club. Her cheeks were marked with red lipstick as well as her white t-shirt.
Shizuru giggled, "Every-mm-one thought we were a couple, it only made them want us more, isn't that interesting? Ara, those were some horny strippers..."
"I never had a lap dance before in my life," Natsuki found Shizuru was holding her hand.
Who had reached for whose hand?
"That girl was aaaall over you," they really had to rely on each other as they stumbled, barely able to walk.
"Huh?" Natsuki asked; mostly because she was too busy drooling at the thought of Shizuru's lips on her own.
"Actually, they were all over you more than me..." Shizuru pondered, "Is your name Nasski Kuu-ga?"
"Yeah, how'd you know?" Natsuki realised her back was against a tree and Shizuru was running a hand under her shirt and across her taut muscles, their lips close.
"Ara, we never introduced ourselves," Shizuru giggled when Natsuki grinned a dopey smile as she blushed. "How did they all know Nasshiki's name?"
Natsuki frowned, she knew the answer but didn't want to say it, "wus your name?"
Shizuru put a finger to Natsuki's lips and smiled at the lust she recognized in those eyes.
"Shi-zu-ru Fu-ji-no," she pronounced and then traced that finger down Natsuki's jaw line to her collar.
Finally, they kissed.
It was kind of sloppy, completely alcohol tasting, and caused a few nosebleeds nearby.
Natsuki felt a thigh move between her legs and force upwards, causing her to moan and break the kiss, allowing Shizuru to move her sloppy drunk, hot kisses down her neck and over the lipstick marks that strippers had left an hour before.
"Um," despite her drunken state, Natsuki was not as drunk as Shizuru and managed to (against her hormones will) ply the older woman off.
"You're shy," Shizuru purred, "my Na-shi-ki."
It was 4 in the morning.
"Hey, I wonder what that place is?" Natsuki said, drawing Shizuru's attention away from her really nice body and towards a building opposite them.
"Ara?" Shizuru squinted, "shall we go see?"
Natsuki was glad to have a distraction, for she was never one to take advantage of drunk girls, even if they were as hot as Shizuru and clearly hitting on her.
"Sure," Natsuki wondered how the taller woman walked while drunk in those heels.
They entered the door crawling; Shizuru decided it would be funny if they were spies. Especially since Natsuki looked like an agent with her leather jacket and she herself looked like the agent's 'sexy, hot, sidekick who kicks more ass than the agent'. Well, that was how she put it.
Natsuki humoured her new buddy and when they found a stash of cheap, shitty champagne, she drowned a bottle herself and held her nauseous stomach after.
They heard footsteps and abandoned the alcohol to hide in what they found to be a chapel hall, giggling quietly to each other that the evil villain they were supposed to capture would find them.
"Why does a church have alk-o-hall?" Shizuru snorted with wonder as Natsuki threw up in a flower pot off to the side.
She took water from what appeared to be an expensive silver cup and turned out to be plastic, rinsing the taste of vomit out from her mouth.
"Would you two like to get married?" a bored voice of an older man with horned rim glasses held a small bible to his chest. He didn't notice the drunk Natsuki step in front of the flower pot sheepishly to block the unsightly view.
"Say whaaa?" Natsuki squinted because her vision was blurry and she swore the man was wearing a tutu.
"I think he said fairies," Shizuru whispered to her with a lopsided grin.
Natsuki smiled, "pretty fairies," she looked at Shizuru, "like you."
Shizuru giggled, "Ara ara, you're so cute!"
The priest watched the couple in amusement, as the brunette pinched the red cheeks of the raven haired girl and then kissed them.
"Come over here," he gestured to the podium at the front, trying not to get too excited since they were his first customers in weeks. "It will cost two hundred dollars, rings and certification included."
Shizuru turned to Natsuki, "I don't have any money after that stripper who flashed us for a picture with you. Why did she want a picture with Naskiiii?"
Natsuki blinked, ignoring the question, and then searched her pockets until she pulled out a leather bound wallet and rummaged through the seven hundred dollars which she had in cash, trying to count out two hundred.
Why did it cost so much to see fairies, she wondered. But Shizuru's impatient pout caused her to dish out the money wordlessly.
The priest's face brightened up at the amount of cash he saw in that wallet.
"Uh," he loosened his collar buttons, "for an extra two hundred, you'll get free champagne and all paid room service with our best room upstairs."
Natsuki frowned. Why they would need a hotel room with room service for fairies was beyond her understanding.
"That's so kind of you," Shizuru said, "does that include tea?"
Natsuki shrugged because Shizuru seemed to understand, passed over two more of the now five hundred dollars in her wallet and then put it away for good.
"Okay," the priest smiled, suddenly more enthusiastic, "can I see some ID?"
She had to get her wallet back out again, and Shizuru pulled her own from her purse as well.
They passed it to the man who took a second to write things on a sheet and wave over a woman who walked in.
"Sign here," he said to them. Then he told the random woman to sign as a witness.
They signed, really messily, and stood opposite each other as he instructed.
"Natsuki Kuga," he declared, "do you take Shizuru Fujino to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Natsuki frowned, "hmmm?" She didn't understand what he was saying. Was it a ritual to get the fairies to come out?
He ignored her and moved on, taking that as a yes.
"And Shizuru Fujino, do you take Natsuki Kuga to be your lawfully wedded wife?"
Shizuru paused, "wife?"
"You may now kiss the bride," he said, holding out two silver rings.
"Oo," Shizuru pointed, "jewellery!"
She put it on her own left ring finger, "Nashki! We're married!"
"We are?" Natsuki scratched her cheek.
She put her own ring on.
"Where are the fairies?" Natsuki asked Shizuru.
"Maybe in the room we paid for?" Shizuru suggested.
The priest clicked his pen to write as he mumbled, "time of marriage: 4:37 a.m."
He smiled and handed them the piece of paper before they stumbled upstairs to the room.
()()()()
Shizuru and Natsuki kicked off their shoes and put the marriage certificate on the table where they found some complimentary chocolates.
They searched the pillows and covers for the fairies, and found them no where.
"He cheated us!" Natsuki declared as they drank another bottle of cheap champagne.
"Where are we?" Shizuru asked, "Fairyland?"
"No," Natsuki said, "Unless the fairies are in the champagne..."
Next thing Natsuki knew, Shizuru was on top of her and they were kissing on the floor, the bottle of cheap alcohol rolling under the bed.
Shizuru giggled, "mmmm," she purred as her soft hands caressed Natsuki's firm stomach.
Natsuki felt that twist of desire and shrugged her jacket off to help Shizuru, followed by her shirt.
Shizuru straddled her hips on the ground and let her hand wander to Natsuki's jeans.
"Ouch," Natsuki said just as Shizuru unzipped the zipper, "something's poking my back."
Shizuru frowned and sat up with a pout on Natsuki's stomach, her hair messy at the lack of action.
Natsuki reached behind her back and pulled out one of Shizuru's shoes which she had kicked off upon entrance to the room.
She tossed it to the side and waved a hand through Shizuru's tangled hair to massage her scalp and pull her back in for another kiss.
"Ara," Shizuru paused, "do you hear that?"
"Huh?" Natsuki stopped and got up after Shizuru ran to the open window to see outside.
They looked outside for five minutes, until Natsuki discovered the bed was really bouncy, because then Shizuru joined her in jumping on it.
Natsuki ended up on her back again as Shizuru sat on her abdomen and giggled while bouncing the mattress.
"You're pretty," Natsuki smiled, "you remind me of... of... pretty"
Shizuru giggled, she had never been so drunk in her life, and neither had Natsuki for that matter.
With a lecherous smirk, she lifted the bottom of her expensive slip-on dress and tossed it over her shoulder.
"Holy shit!" Natsuki gawked, "you have good taste in bras!"
Shizuru didn't realise she had awoken the primal lingerie ravishing mode of Natsuki who promptly rolled them over to dip her face in Shizuru's cleavage.
Pretty soon, Shizuru felt the younger suddenly horny girl grind and move above her, causing her to moan and run her hands along that back.
She unhooked her wife of one hour and fourteen minute's bra and tossed it aside, rolling them over again to kiss down that athletic body and to the zipper where she tugged those hot jeans down and off the body, throwing them over her head, followed by underwear.
Natsuki was blushing at the sudden ferocity in their intercourse, but even she caught up to the new rhythm and put her hand on the back of Shizuru's head as Shizuru kissed inside her thighs.
Natsuki moaned, that felt really good. Like, really good. Even drunk it felt good.
But then Shizuru stopped and crawled back over her to kiss again and fondle her breasts.
That felt good too, but Natsuki wanted her tongue back down there.
Shizuru let her hand travel there instead, and thrust her fingers inside to thrust.
Natsuki finally climaxed, and caught her breath before eagerly returning the favour.
She opted to leave the really hot lingerie on though, it was a fetish, and put her hand inside the underwear.
Shizuru's bra had a front clasp which Natsuki ended up unhooking by accident when her hand grabbed a breast and vigorously fondled it, thrusting at the same time.
Shizuru felt her orgasm wave and she smiled in the afterglow when Natsuki plopped beside her.
Within five seconds, she took the liberty of tossing her own bra and underwear off before she went for it again.
Both were very much unaware of the priest still downstairs who looked in horror at the ceiling above him were it shook dangerously and where he heard echoing moans from the newlyweds.
Welcome to the married life.