Blueeyeddevil06, thank you for being my beta!
"Darien, wha…? What are you doing?"
"Say the w-word and I'll s-stop."
"How drunk are you?"
He gave her a lopsided grin, "I was trying to drink enough for courage."
"I think you went right past courage and went straight to being forward."
"Yeah, but I want you."
"Because you're drunk?"
"No! I'm drunk to get the courage to tell you I like you."
She raised one eyebrow at him. "This is more than like."
He shrugged, "Yeah, but that was all I was trying to get the courage for. This is all something I wanted too. Do I need to stop? I so don't fucking want to stop. Please let me stay like this."
She huffed out a breath. "Will you even remember this in the morning?"
"I'm not sure. This is the first time I've ever gotten drunk. Will you remind me?" he looked at her hopefully.
Yeah, she would remind him that he had her half-naked on her back in his bed. His hands were all over her breasts. Apparently he was a boob man. He couldn't stop touching them.
He moved and began nipping at her breasts and kept repeating how amazing they were. He then started to pinch her nipples. She was really enjoying herself.
It all emanated with a party that of course she and Mina showed up fashionably late to. Mina didn't want to look too eager for Kunzite. By the time she arrived she noticed Darien, the unrequited love of her life, was pink-cheeked and drunk.
He stumbled over to her and begged to talk to her. She didn't want him embarrassing himself so she agreed to go talk in private. He took her to his room and yanked off her shirt, and struggled to get off her bra. She could lie and say he took her off guard, so he got them off, but that wasn't true. She wanted him and she was happy to let him touch her.
Maybe he wouldn't remember in the morning, and… that was when she tried to push him off. She wasn't going to be a sexual predator.
He begged her not to stop him. It was when he told her why he was drunk. That he wanted her even when sober.
She didn't hear love, but she'd deal for now. That was a lie, she told herself.
He began kissing all over her breasts and nipping at them. He spent quite a while focused on her boobs and covering them with his wet kisses. She watched as he did and relaxed to the sensual torture of his kisses.
He then wrapped his arms around her, cuddled her, and whispered quietly into her neck, "Love you." He then passed out cold.
He wouldn't remember that in the morning for sure.
She grabbed her phone out of the purse she had brought with her and had set it on the bed. She texted Mina that she had headed out already. Another lie. And then she worked the comforter on over them to cover them both up and drifted off to sleep in his warm, powerful arms. Hoping that she didn't turn into a pumpkin in this fairy tale in the morning light.
Darien woke with a crushing headache, and it was still the best day of his life. He couldn't remember why Serena was in bed with him, and she was half-naked, but something had gone right last night.
He saw her stir, and he asked through his thick headache, "What kind of courage did I have last night?"
"Am I a pumpkin?"
"What?" His foggy brain couldn't process her question. "A pumpkin?"
"Never mind. How are you this morning?"
"My head hurts like I'm being tortured, but you're here. All in all, it's a good day."
"Do you remember anything last night?"
"I remember drinking to get up the courage to talk to you. I vaguely remember you arriving at the party, and I think I finished off more than half a drink when you walked in."
"I'm here, Darien. I need you to be honest with me about… everything. I didn't drink at all last night, and I was in my right mind when I ended up like this."
He looked into her eyes and saw the vulnerability and fear there. He kissed her forehead. "Since you took the risk, alcohol-free, with me, I'll really risk it all. I love you, Serena."
The insecurity melted from her eyes, and it was like someone placed stars in them. He basked in the glow. "I love you too, Darien."
He stood up quickly and ran for the bathroom. She rolled her eyes as she heard him throwing up.
She dressed, and in the quiet house he shared with Andrew and Kunzite, she found him aspirin and got him a glass of water. She then found a pack of crackers for him to try to keep down.
She almost laughed out loud that "perfect Darien" confessed his love and then threw up. She shrugged. At least she wasn't a pumpkin.