Kate stumbles inside the hotel room and laughs wholeheartedly when she sees her partner do the same. She grabs onto his forearm to keep herself balanced as she tries to keep him upright too. God they were drunk.
"Shhhh," she hushs him when he starts to mumble something but she can't help the loud laugh escaping her lips when his next stumble ends with him pulling her with him onto their bed.
"You're one'to talk," he slurs a bit and she shakes her head.
"Your fault," she complains with a big grin on her lips.
He huffs and rolls on his side to be able to find her lips with his. The kiss is so sweet she can't help but chase his lips when he pulls away. Soon enough she's pushing her body on top of his, lying on top of him as her lips and tongue chases his. His arms going around her body quickly finding their place at her lower back, holding her close to himself.
"You're so hot," he mumbles against her mouth and she giggles.
"We're so drunk," she replies as she bites his lower lip.
"Not drunk, tipsy," he corrects her and she moans when his hands squeezes her ass.
"Yeah," she agrees. "Tipsy."
They should be sleeping, they have a long day ahead of them exploring the city, but she doesn't care. They can always explore the foreign city another time. He doesn't want to go to sleep either, they're perfectly fine right here, in bed. Feeling tipsy.
THE END