Liz thought that she'd have to spend all of her time with Red. Instead, she ended up spending the day with Donna. It had been plenty of fun, but by the time she got back to the bedroom, she was completely wasted.
Red was sitting against the headboard with a book in his lap. The scent of alcohol was a little strong but not enough for Red to be disturbed. It did shock him a little when Liz moved his book and sat on his lap. He flinched and blinked at her in confusion. She smiled at him before laying down with her head on his chest, still in his lap.
"Lizzie?" He asked in confusion. She sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. "What are you doi-hmff!"
Liz's mouth pressed against his roughly. He stayed still in shock until he felt her push her tongue into his mouth. He wanted desperately to kiss her back, but he wouldn't do it when he could blatantly taste the margarita that she had earlier. Well, one of many margaritas. He pulled back with an audible pop which got a confused look from her.
"What are you doing?" He asked. She leaned her head down to where the bridge of her nose pressed against his neck. Her breath fluttered across his skin making him shiver.
"I had drinks with Donna," she stated.
"I knew that part," Red responded. She gave a little giggle which sent a chill down his spine. Granted, it was a good chill. "I meant why are you kissing me?"
"Well, Donna said that she was gonna have fun with Charles. I thought that we could have fun," she responded and lifted her head. She undid the top button on his shirt and started fiddling with the second. "Besides, you look cute in this suit."
Liz continued with her assault on his buttons while Red tried to straighten out his thoughts. She played with the small amount of chest hair that was visible. His heart pounded in his chest. He wanted her so much but wouldn't do anything while she was drunk. That just wouldn't be right. Plus, she'd murder him when she was sober.
"Sweetheart, Donna's idea of fun is monopoly," Red stated and put his hand over hers to stop her. This was no time to test his resilience. "Besides, when you're sober again, I'll gladly have fun with you."
"Okay, that's fair," she responded. Her hand slide down over his chest and rested on his stomach. She laid her head back down before slipping her hand lower.
"Lizzie!" Red yelped when her hand got dangerously close to his crotch. He swatted her hand getting a snicker from her. "That isn't okay, Lizzie."
"I'm only teasing," she stated before giving a strange look. "I don't feel too good."
Thinking that she was about to vomit, Red got them both up. He tried to get her to the bathroom but only ended up with her hand gripping his ass like her life depended on it. Red yelped and jumped away. Liz laughed and fell back onto the bed.
"You have a great ass!" Liz said, laying flat on her back. Red blushed and sat next to her on the bed. Of course, he kept his distance. A drunk Liz was a tricky and apparently horny Liz. "Can you lay down with me?"
"No,"
"Why not?" She whined with a pout.
"Because, you keep grabbing at me," Red responded. Liz gave him a sad face which made him cave almost instantly. He groaned before laying down next to her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. Any other time, he would have enjoyed that she had his head against her breasts. Right now, he struggled to scoot up.
"Red,"
"What is it, Lizzie?" Red asked when she curled into his chest.
"I don't feel good."
"I'm not falling for that again," Red stated. No sooner than the words came out of his mouth, Liz threw up on the front of his shirt. "Ah, damn it!"
"Sorry,"
Sorry this got uploaded so late. I've had a busy morning.