Warning: Moderate underage drinking (two people). Nothing really comes of it (no fights or drunken sex or anything).
"Ume!"
"Whoa—"
Umehito staggered back as Kirin threw herself at him, latching onto him with a death grip. She stepped back, continuing to hold him by the arms as she bounced on the balls of her feet. Her eyes and grin were wide and excited.
"Hihihihihi!"
"Uhh, hi…?" he blinked, staring at her quizzically.
"She's a l-little tipssy," Megan giggled, coming around the corner. "We've been drrinking wiiine cooolers~!"
"I see—"
He was cut off as Kirin spontaneously slammed her lips into his. He waited for a moment before gently pushing her off. She pouted childishly.
"Ume!" she whined. "Why'd you push me away?"
"I don't think kissing me in the hall while you're drunk is a good idea, Kirin," he said, suppressing a chuckle. "Where's your dad, by the way?"
"Cali," she giggled.
"He went back to check in on Mom," Amber explained, walking by with Honey and a platter of sweets.
"Outta the way!"
Umehito yanked Kirin forward as Kaelan came flying down the stairs on a skateboard, Kairi, Kaoru and Hikaru close behind—on foot. Kaelan shrieked as she hit the main floor; she nearly did a face-plant, but just barely managed to stay upright as she whizzed by.
"What—Kaelan! Be careful!" Thorne gasped, flinching as Kaelan cut a corner too sharply and ended up splayed out on the floor.
"Are you ok?" Kaoru asked, reaching her first.
"I think so," she groaned, rolling onto her stomach. She started to push herself up, whimpering as a sharp pain shot through her wrist.
"Are you hurt?" Thorne asked softly, kneeling down next to her.
"I think I sprained or broke my wrist."
"Kairi, go get Jacob," Thorne said, helping Kaelan to her feet.
"Right," Kairi nodded, sprinting for the back door.
"Takashi, could you get an ice pack from the freezer, please?"
"Ah."
"Thank you," she smiled up at him as he handed her the ice pack. "Here you go, Kaelan."
Kaelan flinched as the cold hit her wrist. The pain quickly dulled to numbness, though, and she sighed.
"Thanks, Thorne," she said softly.
"Mm. So why did you decide to skateboard down the stairs?"
"We were playing Triple Dog."
"Ah, I understand now," Thorne laughed.
"What's going on?"
Thorne looked up as Jacob, one of their chauffeurs, walked in with Kairi.
"We need to take Kaelan to the ER. She hurt her wrist skateboarding down the stairs."
He looked at Kaelan quizzically, obviously questioning her sanity.
"Triple Dog," she explained.
"Ah," he nodded, understanding. "All righty, then. Well, let's get you some help, hm?"
"I don't think the ER offers the kind of help she needs," Kairi teased, grinning.
"Not the time, Kairi," Thorne sighed.
He groaned as she pressed her body flush against his, their mouths melding together. He dully noted that she tasted like alcohol and fruit. They fell back on the bed, their limbs tangled to the point where it was impossible to tell where one ended and the other began. Her hand moved for his belt buckle; he grabbed it, stopping her.
"Stop," he sighed.
"Why?" she giggled, kissing his neck.
"You're drunk."
"I'm not drunk," she giggled again, her hands sliding back down toward his belt. "A little tipsy, but not drunk!"
"Stop," he repeated, pulling her hands away again. "Whether you think you're drunk or not, you've been drinking."
"So?" she frowned.
"So, we're not having sex."
"But—"
"No buts," he hushed her, placing his finger over her lips.
She pouted, and he sighed. He kissed her softly on the lips, then the cheek, then the forehead. He pushed her down onto the bed, pulling her close.
"Go to sleep," he whispered, kissing her temple.
"I love you," she murmured, already half-asleep.
"I love you, too."
"Hey, Arora. How was your date?"
"It was nice," she smiled, sitting down on the couch next to Xander. "Where is everybody?"
"Kaelan hurt her wrist skateboarding down the stairs—"
"Triple Dog?"
"Of course. So Jacob took her, Kairi, Thorne, and Amber to the hospital—with Hikaru, Kaoru, Mori and Honey, of course. And Kirin and Megan are passed out with their boyfriends. They downed a few cases of wine coolers."
"Just what they need," she laughed.
"Mm-hm. They were pretty amusing, though," he grinned.
"I'm sure they were."
Tamaki sighed, looking at his unconscious girlfriend. She really had no idea what she did to him—sure, she knew she was pretty, but she didn't really understand what that meant. She didn't know how long he'd been captivated by her. She didn't know how she filled his mind every moment of every day. She didn't know how crazy she drove him—had always driven him. She didn't realize how he craved her.
Perhaps it was time to sate that craving.
Umehito smiled softly, watching Kirin sleep in his arms. She was so perfect—even inebriated she was gorgeous. She was like a drug—no, like oxygen. He needed her, even when she was in his arms. He couldn't get enough. Whether they were making love or just lying together or even studying, her presence was all he needed.
She'd catapulted herself into his life, out of nowhere. She'd suddenly appeared and sent his world spinning. He hadn't expected it, hadn't wanted it until he had it. Now he couldn't imagine his life without her.
She'd changed his world entirely.
She was his world.
Super short, I know. I'm having a bit of writer's block on this story, unfortunately, which is not helped by how busy I am getting ready for AP exams and graduation. So I apologize, and I assure you that my posts will become more frequent and less sporadic in a little over a month! I graduate in mid-May, and I don't start college until mid-August, so I'll have four months without school! Which means more time for writing-YAY! :D
Oh, I also am aware that the scene in which "she" tries to sleep with "him" is ambiguous; I did that intentionally.