Euphoria

I'm not sure about this one yet

I felt his warm body against my back and his cool breath on my cheek. My eyes opened slowly, trying to focus on my surroundings. My vision was blurred, partly from the fact I'd only just woken up, and partly by the substantial amount of vodka consumed the night before. I felt a pang of pain in my head and had to subside a groan at the obvious imminence of a hangover. He stirred slightly and for some reason I winced, not wanting him to wake. I scanned my brain, trying to remember the events of the previous night. I wasn't the type to forget drunken nights, it just never happened to me. Only parts tended to become blurred and it hurt my head trying to remember them fully. I quickly scanned past the pubs, clubs and copious amounts of alcohol, trying to retrace the steps leading me to this house, finally getting an unusually vivid flashback.

The laughing was certainly not in short supply as we rampaged down the dark streets, singing and dancing around like idiots. That's the thing about alcohol, it tends to force all of your morals and inhibitions out and give you the sole objective of having a good time. Looking back, I cringe at the horrible amount of noise we had made. He grabbed my hand then, pulling me slightly, so we could walk alone. I could hear the rest of our noisy friends' singing and chanting grow farther and farther away. The streets suddenly grew quiet. I noticed the pavements glistening from the earlier rain, and I smiled. I always love the way the streets look after rain, so calm and glowing. For a long time we walked in silence, just enjoying the simple company of one another. His pace slowed as we approached his house, and he turned to me then,

"Nightcap?" I nodded, and followed him inside.

The bourbon sat in front of me, and I stared it down, almost afraid to tackle it. Whiskey has never been my strong point. I sip it feebly, trying to keep a straight face. Again, silence seems to hang over us, but it's a nice silence, comfortable and soothing. I look at him, and he looks straight back, a smile spreading over his face.

"What?" He smirks, tilting his head

"Nothing, nothing" I look down, still grinning. He stands up, his empty glass in hand and I follow him through to the kitchen.

"You have a nice house" I attempt to start any kind of conversation. 

"Thanks, It's a bit of a mess just now though, but what can I say, I'm a man living alone, I feel it's my duty to be untidy" He laughs. His laugh is quite perfect. "Here, please, sit down" he motions to a seat just past him. I realise the small amount of space between himself and the counter means that I must manoeuvre myself carefully so as not to wedge myself against his back. As I reach the point of no return, he turns around and I realise there is even less space than I had thought. Both chests are pressed to one another and I can feel his breath on my face. I have to fight every urge not to push myself forward and kiss him passionately. Little did I know, I didn't need to fight it. He grabbed my waist, pulling me ever closer, pressing his lips against mine. My hands rested on his chest, as I savoured every moment of his perfection. 

He stirred again now, this time half waking up. He kissed my head tenderly, holding my tighter. I closed my eyes, breathing in this moment. I couldn't help but smile. I felt his bare legs wrap around mine as he stroked my foot gently with his own. He seemed to be awake now as he traced my hand with his thumb. 

"Good morning" his voice was groggy and tired sounding

"Morning" I turned my head slightly, and he looked deeply into my eyes. He placed another soft kiss on my lips, sending my heart into a small panic. 

"I knew this was a bad idea" He said then, and my heart sank, a sickness shooting through me like a bullet.

"What?" I choked "Why?" I flushed as I heard the horrible vulnerability in my voice, like a small child with separation anxiety.  

"Because" He smiled then, and I became confused suddenly. "I knew once I had you in my arms, I wouldn't ever want to let you go" A relief flooded over me. I smiled, my cheeks growing pink again. None of us needed to say anything, I gave him one more kiss before settling back into his arms. I didn't ever want to leave them. I felt safe and guarded, and once more joined him in a sleeping euphoria.

Author's Note

Please ignore any spelling/grammar errors, just let me know what you all think.

Reviews

[Owlgirl]

This was so cute!!!!!!! Amazing!!!1

[quixotic_rose]

AWE this was so cute! I'm sure about this one, its frikin adorable! I love that they don't have names, I don't know why but I really like that haha. I especially love happy stories and lovey dove ones :) awesome write!

[Beck Louise]

Awe thanks! Yeah, I think sometimes it means you can put yourself in the shoes of the main character more if they have no name :) just in my opinion. Thank you so much :)

[quixotic_rose]

thats exactly what I did and I loved every minute of it!

[That_Girl]

Awwww this is adorable. I'm ignoring the spelling errors (though I only saw one or two) and telling you to keep this. It's well written and super sweet. :)

[Beck Louise]

Thank you so much! :)

[That_Girl]

LOL you responded to mine Ness.... hahahaha

[quixotic_rose]

yeah i noticed lol i was like so confused for a second, i caught it though!