Sarah opened the door to their house some hours later and staggered inside.
"There you are," he called to her as he ran towards her.
"There I am," she said to him playfully as she kicked her shoes off.
Jim put his hands on her face. "Where have you been? Are you alright?"
"I'm great," she said with her eyes half closed.
He smelt alcohol on her breath. "Are you drunk?" he asked her as he realised what state she was in. He used his thumbs to wipe away some of the smudged makeup from her cheeks.
"I like your bar," she said. "I understand why you went there instead of coming home to me." She took a few steps forward and would have fallen over if it wasn't for Jim catching her.
He had never seen Sarah at this level of intoxication before and hoped she was alright.
"I'm alright," she laughed. "See, you didn't even move your lips." She giggled at herself.
"Come sit down," he said to her as he pulled her gently into the living room. As they approached the sofa she pushed him down onto it and laughed.
"You sit down," she smiled. "I'll give you a lap dance. You like those, don't you?" she began straddling him and pulled down the front of her dress to expose her lacy red bra.
"You're too drunk," he told her as he pulled her dress back up to cover her breasts.
"I'm not too much," she said as she moved her lips to kiss him.
He could taste the whisky on her lips. It tasted good; but not on her. He pushed her back gently. "Let's get you to bed," he suggested.
"I like bed," she smirked at him and let him push her off his legs. She stood and put her hands out to help him up.
He took her hands and stood facing her.
"Hey," she frowned. "You mean sleep bed."
"I mean sleep bed," he told her and gently led her towards the open door.
She resisted his gentle pulling and pushed her hands forward towards his face. She cupped his face as she pushed herself forward to kiss him again.
He broke the kiss and put his hands on her wrists.
"Kiss me," she said playfully as she tried to kiss him again.
He dodged her and moved her hands away from him.
"You don't want to kiss me?" she asked. "You don't want to kiss a Zerg like me. You want me to be human," she said hazily.
"You are human," he told her.
"No, I'm a Zerg," she pulled at her dreadlocks. "And we have a little Zerg baby that you hate," she added.
"I don't hate her," he quickly shot back. "And she's not Zerg."
Sarah giggled, "she's a little Zerg... she's the Princess of Blades." She laughed at her own joke.
Jim didn't find it funny. He took her hand and tried to lead her to the bedroom.
"I'm not going to bed," she shouted like a stubborn little child.
"Quiet, you'll wake Karol," he told her.
"Good," Sarah shouted.
"Hey," he told her.
"She's always waking me up in the middle of the night, seems only fair," she pouted.
"Fair? She's six months old. And you're her mother," he told her.
"And you're her father and didn't even know she was six months," she shot back.
Touché. "Let's go to bed," he said a little more firmly to her.
"Jim," she said loudly then giggled. "Isn't it funny? When you're drunk you don't want to have sex with me. But when I'm drunk I want to have sex with you. Does that make me desperate?" she laughed at the shame of it.
He frowned.
"So many times you came home drunk and I still wished you had ripped off all my clothes and made love to me like we used to," she said hazily. "Instead you were disgusted by me."
"I wasn't disgusted by you," he told her.
"Even Mengsk knew you were disgusted by me," she added.
"Don't think about him. He knew nothing about how I felt for you. You knew I wasn't disgusted by you," he added.
"You were sometimes," she had read it from him.
"Maybe at some of the things the Queen of Blades did," he added. "But never at you. And never at your body. Even as the Queen of Blades you were as sexy as hell."
"You were disgusted at me when I rescued you from the Moros," she remembered that moment well.
That was true. He had been disgusted by her then. He'd seen the image of her human self for a moment when that door had opened and it was taken away and replaced by the Queen of Blades. "I waited for you to come. I spent four years of my life searching for a way to bring you back but you couldn't even wait a month before giving into your dark side. You chose it, you chose to go back to being her after all I did to get you back," he said desperately.
"I thought you were..." she didn't want to finish that sentence, she didn't want to relieve the moment she had heard Mengsk's lies about his death. "If I thought for a moment you were still alive I wouldn't have gone back."
He saw tears line her eyes again. "Why are you bringing this all up again now?"
She began to cry. "Because I'm always going to be the Queen of Blades. You know it and those people know it."
"You aren't," he grabbed her arms and shook her gently. "You are Sarah Raynor now and the Queen of Blades is gone forever. She is never coming back."
"She's not. She's the dark side of me," she added. "She'll always be there waiting."
He shook his head. "If that's true, then I'll always be there to bring you back." He pulled her towards him and held her as she cried.
She pulled back. "I'm going to be there to bring you back from your dark side from now on too," she told him as she looked into his eyes.
He knew she was talking about his drinking. He wiped a tear from her cheek and searched her eyes. "Why did you drink tonight?" he asked her in barely more than a whisper.
"I don't know," she closed her eyes. She opened them again slowly and looked at Jim for a long time. She could feel how much he loved her at this moment and wanted to take away her pain.
He leant in and gave her a small kiss on the cheek. "You need to sleep, darlin'," he told her.
"Make love to me," she whispered in his ear as her tears stopped.
"Tomorrow," he promised her.
She took a step back from him and pulled the front of her dress down again and exposed her strapless bra to him. She reached her hands around her back and quickly undid it, letting it fall to the floor. She placed her hands onto her dress and pushed it over her hips and onto the floor. She took her hands to her panties and slid them down. She moved towards Jim and took his hands in hers, pushing them to her breasts. "Why don't you want me?" she whispered seductively.
Jim did love the feel of her breasts in her hands and his fingers naturally cupped them. He let his thumbs find the nipples and he couldn't help but touch the hard buds before he shifted his hands to her sides. "You're not thinking straight right now," he told her.
"I want you," she said softly as she snaked her hands up his arms to his neck and pulled him closer to her for a kiss.
He allowed her to kiss him and he kissed back before he broke the kiss and stared at her. "I want you, too," he told her. "But you need to sleep," he told her.
"I don't need to sleep..." she frowned and looked pale. "I feel sick."
He realised what that meant. She was not used to alcohol and she probably hadn't eaten anything. He guided her to the bathroom and brought her gently to the floor on her knees. He directed her head towards the toilet and held her dreadlocks back.
She vomited, getting it into the toilet only because Jim had positioned her head that way.
"Get it all out," he said to her gently, one hand holding her tendrils and the other holding her around her waist.
She vomited a few more times until she relaxed back into Jim's body and resumed crying.
He reached for a nearby towel and draped it over her naked body like a blanket before he resumed hugging her.
"Why do you love me?" she asked after a few minutes. "Any other man would have left me."
He stroked her dreadlocks and looked at her. "You are strong, and smart, and caring, and lovely, and stubborn, and fiery, and perfect. I will never leave you."
She smiled and buried her head in his shirt.
He held her tighter and kissed the top of her head before carrying her to bed.
I'm not entirely happy with how drunk!Kerrigan came out... I wanted to make her a little vulnerable but maybe I made her too desperate. Hopefully I can make up for it with hungover!Kerrigan in the next chapter.