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Their apartment. Late.
Dani opens the door and shuffles Jamie inside. Leans her against the wall.
“It’s dark in here,” Jamie says.
“Give me a sec.”
“Jeez.”
Dani looks up from kicking off her shoes. Frowns. “Why ‘jeez’?” she asks.
Jamie’s eyes are closed. She huffs. “Sounded angry.”
A kiss to her cheek. Jamie’s eyes flutter open, a sloppy grin forming on her pink lips.
“Not angry,” Dani says. “Just needed a second.”
Jamie gives her a thumbs-up. She looks unsteady still, but that’s not necessarily surprising given her weight and the number of drinks she’d put back at the bar. Always a little nervous in social events, she’d tried to overcompensate for feeling out of her element and now here they are.
It’s clear from her posture that she’s reaching the “tired” phase of her drunkenness. In the two years of their relationship, Dani has only seen Jamie drunk exactly twice and each time, she’d been a little too talkative at the beginning, then somber and a little too easily pissed off, and now this—exhausted.
“Come here,” Dani says, grabbing Jamie’s hand and guiding her toward the couch where she sits her down. “Just sit here okay.”
Jamie nods sleepily, tugging at her shoelaces. Dani eyes her warily, making sure she’s steady, before she gets up and goes to the kitchen, returning with a glass of water. When she gets back, Jamie’s head is lolling on the back of the couch and only one of her shoes is off. Her grin returns when Dani sits down beside her and she reaches out her arms like a child, reaching for her girlfriend.
Somehow, Dani is still getting used to this—affection given so openly. It isn’t as if Edmund never touched her, but it’s different with Jamie. Maybe because she never felt half of what she feels for Jamie for him.
But Jamie. Oh, her Jamie. Always stroking Dani’s skin with her fingertips, pressing kisses against any part of Dani she can reach. Lacing their fingers together. Wrapping her arms around her. Pressing Dani into the bed at night, in the morning, in the middle of the day. Whenever, really.
Even now, as she’s more than a little inebriated. This time, Jamie nearly knocks the water cup out of Dani’s hand. Dani laughs, pushing a little at Jamie’s shoulders as the other woman presses her open mouth to the dip of Dani’s neck.
“You need to drink this,” she tries.
“Wanna kiss you,” Jamie mutters. “Wanna put our tulips together.”
As she says this, she deflates against Dani’s body, her shoulders shaking with silent laughter. Dani frowns, trying to figure it out. It takes a second, but when she does, she pushes Jamie again, a little more playfully.
“That was bad, baby,” she says. “Even Owen would think so.”
Jamie nods seriously, letting herself be pushed upright again and actually taking the water cup now. She holds it between both hands and carefully lifts it up to drink for a long moment. It’s nearly gone by the time she stops drinking.
Her eyes are drooping, lines beneath them more pronounced with only the lamp in the corner on. Her curls are a little more frizzy than normal from the humidity outside and just looking at her is enough to make Dani’s hands feel hot and slippery with nervous sweat. It’s the line of her mouth, the memory of those lips between her legs just that morning as they’d been lying in bed together. She hadn’t known love would be like this when she was growing up. Now she wonders how anyone gets anything done in the world if so many people are feeling like this.
Maybe they aren’t, she tells herself sometimes. Maybe there’s something to what her and Jamie share.
It certainly feels like it most days.
She reaches out and brushes some of Jamie’s hair behind her ear, fingers lingering on the curve of her jaw. Jamie leans into the touch, sighing, and then finishes off her water, some of it dribbling down her chin to land on her t-shirt.
“How about…?” she begins once she’s done, already giggling at herself. “How about...If I said I liked your body, would you hold it against me?”
Dani frowns, chest swelling with that sort of choking feeling she gets sometimes from loving Jamie too much. “Where are you getting these?” she asks.
Leaning to the side, Jamie manages to set her cup on the coffee table and then she sits back up, moving into Dani’s space again. “Can I borrow a kiss?” she asks next, still smirking at herself. “I promise I’ll return it.”
Dani is laughing too hard to do anything but let Jamie fumble her way onto her lap. The next thing she knows, she’s being straddled and Jamie is pressing her hands to the couch on either side of Dani’s head. It’s clear from the haze in Jamie’s eyes that she’s still drunk, but Dani melts anyway.
“Baby,” she starts, even as she’s going soft and malleable in her girlfriend’s arms, “let’s go to bed.”
Jamie leans down and presses a kiss to Dani’s cheek. “Dani, I think I’m dying.”
And Dani would be worried if it weren’t for the fact that Jamie is already laughing at whatever ridiculous thing she’s about to say.
“Oh, yeah?” she asks. “Why’s that?” She grips Jamie’s hips, trying to keep Jamie from rocking into her the way she is, making Dani feel a lot like squirming up into her.
This is a different Jamie than she’s used to seeing when they drink. It’s a far cry from the serious, somber attitude she’d had earlier. But now Jamie can’t stop smiling, can’t stop laughing and cracking jokes, all while trying to wiggle her fingers beneath Dani’s shirt and it’s simultaneously the silliest and sexiest thing Dani’s ever known.
It’s just nice to know that, even when she’s completely plastered, Jamie is still attracted to her. Maybe a little too much.
“Because I think you’re an angel,” Jamie says, then flicks her eyebrows upwards, proud of herself. “Get it?”
Dani shakes her head. “Honestly? No.”
Jamie hums, leaning down and pressing her forehead to the top of Dani’s head and smiling. “Can’t win ’em all.” She’s writhing a little against Dani’s lap and it’s clumsy, yes, but Dani is starting to think that there isn’t a look Jamie could adopt that wouldn’t make Dani want to fuck her silly.
But that doesn’t mean she’s going to when Jamie is in this state.
“We should go to bed, Jay,” Dani whispers, and she immediately regrets her choice of words because Jamie nods and writhes a little more.
Says, “Yes, please.”
And then she’s tugging her own t-shirt off her body, leaving her in nothing but her bra and jeans. Taking Dani’s breath with her.
“Jamie,” she groans, trying to get her mind back on track. “Come on.”
“Trying to,” Jamie says. She reaches down and starts unbuttoning Dani’s flannel, struggling a little with the buttons.
Dani reaches down and grabs Jamie’s hands, squeezing them lightly. “In the morning, okay? Assuming you’re not too hungover.”
She’s trying to be reasonable about this, but Jamie’s hot, sweet breath washes across the side of her face and then Jamie is nibbling at her ear, flicking her tongue against it. Dani bites back a whimper, closing her eyes as she centers herself, but she doesn’t get very far. Not at all, because the surprise makes her fingers flex against Jamie’s waist and Jamie moans in this way that sounds utterly filthy and Dani truly feels like she might be losing her mind.
How Jamie can manage to be so ridiculously attractive while inebriated, she doesn’t know. But it’s a curse, truly, especially if this new—and decidedly...horny—version of her is going to come around every time she drinks.
“Why not right now?” Jamie breathes. She reaches down with her own hands and grabs Dani’s at her waist, holding on as she lifts her hips and presses them back down.
“Because…” Dani says, eyes closed—knowing that if she opens them, she’ll lose to Jamie’s dark eyes and the flutter of her eyelashes. “I’m sober and you’re—” She breaks off as Jamie guides her hand to the button of her jeans, trying to encourage Dani to undo it. “You’re not—Jamie…”
And there are a lot of things for her to say, so many reasons why they should stop.
But then Jamie kisses her.
It’s messy and graceless. Jamie’s lips are wet and so is her tongue as she flicks it a little too vigorously into Dani’s mouth. Their teeth clink together a little strangely and Jamie’s tongue really is wet because Dani can feel her spit on her chin and maybe that should be gross, but it’s Jamie so it just isn’t.
Whatever is intended by the kiss, though, it has the opposite effect. Instead, it startles Dani right back into moral awareness and she pulls away. Rests their foreheads together.
“Can we go to the bedroom?” she asks, wiping at the drool on Jamie’s chin.
Jamie grins. “Yeah,” she says. “Yeah, we can.”
Somehow, she manages to maneuver Jamie to her feet and guide her to the bedroom, where she sits her down on the edge of the bed. Jamie babbles the whole way, spouting off half-remembered pick-up lines that don’t make any sense or land the right way. When Dani goes to undress her, she lets it happen, probably thinking that it’s going to lead to something, but it never does.
Instead, Dani gets her tucked into a too-big t-shirt and then under the covers.
“We’re still gonna have sex, right?” Jamie asks, nodding off as Dani changes her own clothes.
Dani bites her lip. Tries not to laugh. “Sure are,” she lies, only feeling a little guilty. “Be right there.”
“Well, hurry up,” Jamie slurs, eyes drifting closed, tucked into the warmth of the sheets. “Wanna rock your world.”
She’s asleep by the time Dani crawls under the covers, flicking off the lamp and curling herself tightly into the other woman’s body. There’ll be plenty of time for world-rocking in the morning.
Tonight, she’s just content to press a kiss to the back of Jamie’s head and tug her in closer.
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