Phil crossed the room to the dinette table as Miranda practically stumbled out the door. Zia stared up at him with a sideways grin. She was probably trying to look seductive; it would be failing miserably if he didn't already want her so badly. "I was gone for maybe a half hour," he admonished. "How much did you drink?"
"'Twas lonnger than that," she slurred, "and it was really good."
He un-hooked her restraints from the bolt on the table and she half heartedly waved her bound arms at him. "Come on," he instructed. "I assume you need to at least pee again."
"Ha!" she started, then lost her train of thought. "Um, yeah, probably," she managed.
He led her back to the bath, opened the door, and handed her the length of chain to carry with her. "Can you handle it from here?" he asked mockingly but with all seriousness.
"Sure thing, boss." She passed by him, and he pulled the door shut behind her.
He stood waiting at the door. Not even a minute passed when he heard a bang, followed by a sharp cry of "Shit!"
"Zia!" he called out to her with concern.
"I'm fine, don't come in here!" She let out a self-deprecating laugh. "Really. Just apparently felt the need to add to my bruises. Ow!"
Phil shook his head. The normally hard ass intelligent doctor was apparently a crackpot when she was drunk. At least the pain seemed to have straightened out her speech.
She came back out a few minutes later, carrying the chain over her forearm as she rubbed an elbow. "You ok there hot shot?" he teased. Zia didn't offer him a response. "Come on, I think you should probably lie down for a bit, let's get you back in bed."
"Are you making an offer?" she asked hopefully. It was Phil's turn to not answer.
She didn't seem to need his encouragement as she passed in front of him to lay down on the large bed. She dropped one hand up over her eyes and he took the opportunity to lock the end of the connecting chain to the floorboard bolt. He moved up onto his side of the bed to lay down next to her. When she felt him dip the mattress next to her, she rolled to face him and dropped the hand over her eyes to his cheek and pulled him in for a kiss. She had apparently brushed her teeth while she had been in the bath. He kissed her back, hungrily exploring her lips and tongue with his own. It was when his cock started to stir that he remembered she was drunk and he might be taking advantage. She openly whimpered when he pulled back from her.
"Nooo!" she let out a soft whine. "Oh, God, please don't stop, I'm sooo high right now and I want you sooo bad!"
He ran the back of his hand down her cheek gently and placed a soft but firm hand on her shoulder. "Which is exactly why we should stop Zia."
She leaned back into him and recaptured his lips. He lost himself a moment more and then pulled back again. "Zia, baby, if you keep this up, they're going to have to tie me up to keep me off of you."
"Is that an offer?" she asked.
"Ok good reminder of the fact that you're not thinking straight." She looked at him, a bit confused. "Think." He paused and tried again. "What would that accomplish?"
"Oh."
"Yeah."
She got a dejected look. "Do you not want me?"
"Honey, seriously don't be insane. But unfortunately, Miranda's right. We shouldn't have our first time together be when one of us is inebriated."
She groaned. "I seriously think that woman is evil." Zia took a calming breath and tried to get back to making her brain function. "So, you said our first time like its kind of a done deal. Does that mean you want that to happen?"
"Of course," he paused, "that is, if, sober you, does?"
She smiled and nodded her head.
"Good. I think we've been heading that way." Her eyes gave him further confirmation. "Ok. Miranda said something about sending up some aspirin. Let me go check. I think I'd take it as a preemptive."
"Good idea," she agreed. "It's been a while since I had that much to drink."
"I'll get you some water too." He stood and paused before moving from the side of the bed. "Do you want me to ask for a wand for you too?" he asked at least half serious.
"What?"
"Well just because I'm refusing to get you off right now doesn't mean you can't do it yourself."