"I'm positively drunk," she announced merrily and kissed his soft chest.
They were in bed together, and it was wonderful and so warm. Sleep was reeling her in, but his naked body was a good reason to fight her exhaustion. A tough battle for a worthy cause. She'd gotten drunk before his very eyes, in his study, at his apartment.
She was adamant about the two of them getting naked before bed.
"I'd rather seduce you when you're sober, Lizzie. I prefer a challenge," he informed humorously, watching her undress. It took her some time. But his comment caught her attention, right when she was pulling at her right sock, so she raised an eyebrow at him, her head swimming.
"You think it'll be easy to seduce me just because I'm drunk?" her question an apparent dare. Her sock came off too, and she felt stupidly proud.
"No, it'll be easy because you're almost naked already." Always so quick-witted. But he was staring at her panties. She concluded this was another win, and proceeded to move her underwear down her legs.
"We're not having sex tonight, Elizabeth," he announced. She knew there was no use. But she did ask him to get naked and join her.
She'd said "please," after all.
So, they found themselves naked and oddly comfortable, in spite of his painful erection between her thighs, and her wetness that was smearing against the fine hairs of his abdomen.
"Sleep, my love," he whispered and kissed her eyelids.
Not the eyelids, she thought. He'd kissed them closed, and she stood no chance against sleep now.
Sleep won a second later.
