a/n I forgot I'd written this. Again, still unhappy with this. I wanted it to have more sexual tension, and be much more drawn out, probably four or five times its current length.
Appropriate? (Prompt: Tipsy)
Warm and bubbly were the sensations churning in his stomach. He was half convinced he could feel a phantom impression of the fizzy bubbles still bursting in his veins as his blood passed around his body. He wasn't thinking, just being. The sigh that escaped from his own lips startled him. It was the first time on this planet that he'd relaxed and appreciated the connection he felt to his body. He felt alive. The effervescence under his skin has spread from his veins, to the rest of his body. It was a spectacular sensation tingling gently, never a tickle, over his entire person.
He was sitting in a lounge chair aside the lit pool. "Party's over. You can come back to the main house if you'd like." She grabbed the empty bottle from beside his chair, same kind they'd drunk together months earlier. "Good, it still agrees with you, never did it for Goku."
They arrived back into the house. Mrs. Briefs clapped her hands at the sight and immediately extended two more glasses of the original drink that'd started it all. They tipped it back and left, marching abreast up the stairs.
"I wore much more appropriate lingerie this time…" She mentioned casually as he opened his door before continuing on down the hall.
He stretched, the endorphins the action released gave him reason to smirk; they heightened the warm and comforting sensation of the alcohol. He slunk off after her, intent on discovering exactly which pair of "much more appropriate" lingerie she was wearing.