'Sarcasm'
Disclaimer: Ken Akamatsu wrote 'Love Hina' and he owns the rights. This tale written for fun, and I seek no re-dress from it.
Writer's notes: Let us get this perverse tale off to a rousing start with a couple of drunks.
Chapter 1: Too much fun…
After slumming through all of the 'watering holes' in Hinata City and somehow surviving it, a mischievous pair of miscreants attempted to climb the front steps of their home while not falling off into the bushes.
However, when these two got totally 'shit-faced', their safety was never a guarantee.
Attempting to support one other, our couple managed to stumble in through the front door with only a few minor scrapes and contusions.
Once inside, the giggling and ecchi stuff really began.
Kitsune, at least, had the wherewithal to sit on the stoop before she removed her shoes.
Keitaro though, as drunk as he was had just stood there and bent over to doff his.
"Oh, this is rather pleasant," said a smiling Keitaro who slurred his words.
A perfect face plant found him firmly ensconced amidst Kitsune's very ample cleavage.
"Nice landing, sweetie," said the ash-blonde sarcastically while she enjoyed where he had entrenched his face.
"Like very soft pillows," his reply muffled as he did not want to move.
She too made no effort to push him away.
Bringing his hands up, he flexed his fingers and received a wide-eyed look from the Fox. This was while he latched on shamelessly to remove himself.
"No bra," he commented mindlessly.
Some very satisfied moans from her as well.
Stumbling into the foyer after having fixed their delightful little clusterfuck, he grabbed her by the waist while she wrapped her arms around his neck.
"You want to go upstairs and get even luckier this evening, Kei-kun," inquired the sodden Vixen. If only for a moment, she enjoyed where his hands had been.
"Ah, to go where everyone has been before," he loudly slurred and made a grand sweeping gesture with his right hand. (Gratuitous misappropriation and misquoting of well-known sci-fi tagline.)
When he gave his grand declaration, Keitaro wore a very stupid smirk on his face.
"What the…," began Kitsune a bit put off, until she heard…
"Gotcha," he interjected and broke into an even stupider smile.
The Fox laughed and did not get angry with him. Because for once, she was the one who had been 'had'.
All is fair…
'Guess he is really drunk tonight,' thinks Kitsune releasing him.
Wondering what was going on with her, he finally realizes through his Sake-soaked haze that she was serious.
Then, she took his hand and led up the stairs and down the hallway to his room.
"Fuck," he burred still trying to get his bearings.
"That is the idea," she drawled sliding open his traditional door.
Stepping in, the two walked through the dark of his room as the kissing resumed.
Stripping each other became a 'comedy-of-errors' when Keitaro fell flat on his ass.
Luckily, his futon was right underneath him.
Kitsune, whose balance was also bad, found herself right where she wanted to be.
On top.
Much caterwauling led to some very interesting proceedings in the darkened room.
The two even lost contact with each other somehow, as the after effects of imbibing mass quantities of alcohol had taken over.
"Right there," she screamed when the two finally manage to figure things out.
Male grunting.
A loud, but very satisfied female shriek.
No afterglow as both had passed out.
Next morning…
The sun is up and neither of our hungover bedmates care right now.
Kitsune opened her eyes for a second and instantly regretted doing so.
"Did that, and paid for it," Keitaro whispered in a barely audible tone.
Snuggling into her lover, Kitsune just decided to sleep it off in his arms.
However, his sarcastic remark from the evening before still stuck in her craw.
"You need a shower," she hissed before falling back asleep.
Already unconscious, her snide comment went unheard.
Midday and the hangover pain subsided which left the two finally able to wake up from their stupor.
Kissing and greeting each other, they then rolled over onto their backs holding hands.
"What a night that was, eh Kit," mused Keitaro remembering very little of it.
Releasing his hand, Kitsune turned over on her side to face the man that she loves.
Propped up on an elbow, the Fox rested her head in hand and said, "Did you enjoy the trip, sweetie?"
-End of Chapter-