Disgusting
“You smell disgusting.” Ann murmured, but Anne neverminded that, and kissed her roughly again whilst the blonde tiredly tried to squirm away from her. Anne ran a hand up her thigh, and Ann groaned, and fumbled after her hand to stop it from going any further up,
“Anne. Not now, I’m sleeping!”
Anne kissed her again, biting her lip and the blonde scrunched her nose, she really did reek and Ann put her hand against Anne’s face trying to force her from her.
“I want you – I need you! You promised to love and cherish me!” Anne whined against her neck and Ann who tried to push the brunette away stopped but her hands remained at Anne’s shoulders,
“How much did you drink? It’s not like you to become intoxicated.”
“A mouthful.” The brunette smirked and lost her balance and crashed onto Ann who moaned from losing all the air in her lungs,
“Anne - Get off!”
“One kiss?” Anne pouted and kissed her before Ann had time to reject her,
“Your breath smells awful, Anne – it’s really disgusting.” Ann growled and Anne frowned at her, supporting her body on her elbows, still lying atop Ann, pondering this.
“Oh, I know!” Anne grinned and pushed herself off Ann’s chest making her stonker from the pressure. Ann scowled at her back, Lord knows there will be a quarrel in the morning – and Ann was going to win – Ann reckoned Anne wouldn’t even get a say in their spat, she would probably be busy hurling her guts out.
Ann furrowed her eyebrows, sitting up better in bed to see what Anne was up to. She had crawled on her knees to the edge of the bed and now raised the lavender soap by the wash basin and before Ann had time to stop her, she put it in her mouth. Ann grimaced.
“Anne for crying out loud! Don’t eat the soap. Give it to me – let go! Anne its’ not good for you! Spit it out – NO DON’T SWALLOW - ANNE!!! Ah well that’s just disgusting!”
Ann put her fingers inside Anne’s mouth and rolled her eyes as the brunette wiggled her eyebrows at her. Ann took the soap left in her mouth and pulled it out and looked at the wet, chewed soap with mild disgust.
“Anne… excuse my French but what the fuck did have?”
“Vodka – Russian, revolting drink – remarkably disgusting.” Anne grinned and placed her head on Ann’s shoulder, Ann sighed,
“Oh Lord, give me strength.”
“Will you fuck me?” Anne asked and Ann patted her over the head lazily,
“Not today – I’m tired.”
“But… I’m so… I need you to… I’m all ready for you – you excite me.”
Whereas Ann would normally find that a rather pleasing thought – knowing that she had such a power over the woman, that she loved her and wanted her, having a wasted woman tell you that after you forced soap out of her mouth – wasn’t perhaps ideal.
“Anne, I would happily comply if you weren’t drunk… Actually, I’d do it if you weren’t drunk beyond measure – I don’t want to be gagged on.”
“But I smell like lavender!”
Anne’s eyes turned misty and Ann groaned, not the tears, not the tears - too late – Anne was already weeping.
“Why don’t you want to fuck me?”
“I want to… Anne, stop! You will regret it in the morning.” Ann told her stroking her back,
“You don’t love me anymore! I’m disgusting.” Anne said before snivelling all over Ann’s shoulder and the blonde raised an eyebrow – yes, she was of a mind to agree – her wife was a little disgusting at the moment.
“Anne, I do love you. More than you give me credit for right now. But you’re drunk, you just ate soap and I’m not taking advantage of you in this state. Let’s just lie down, I can give you a rub –don’t – I meant on the back. But you need to calm down and sleep and maybe have a glass of water.” Ann placed a soft kiss against Anne’s forehead, this was not the finest hour in her life, in any of theirs. Anne stood up hastily,
“I’m fine- I’m not drunk, I am perfectly---” Anne threw up violently in the wash basin and Ann though revolted stood up and held the loose strays of hair away, rubbing her back until she had finished retching.
“I don’t feel good.” Anne whimpered as Ann rubbed her lower back and held her to steady her.
“Alright, let us pop this down.” Ann hid the wash basin under the bed placing a towel over to hinder it from smelling. Then she turned to the other woman and led her back to bed.
“Sit down for me, Anne.”
“Will you give me a special kiss?” Anne simpered and Ann rolled her eyes at her,
“Stop being such a creep, it doesn’t suit you, dearest.”
Ann tied her shoes off and ran her fingers up to pull off Anne’s stockings and it was hard not to sigh as the brunette made an ‘ahhh’ noise at that.
“Higher up.”
“Your socks end here.” Ann told her before standing up and giving the woman a chaste kiss, and Ann licked her lips, grimacing – urgh lavender and vomit.
“Kiss me again.” Anne begged, grabbing her by the thigh, raising her lips to hers and Ann shook her head,
“Let’s get you undressed first.”
“So we can… fuck.” Anne wondered excited, smiling wide and Ann glowered at her,
“Oh Lord, Anne, say the word fuck again and I will let you sleep in the stables.”
“Will you grubble me then?” Anne smirked and Ann swatted her over the head lightly,
“Shut up you, mad woman. I will give you another kiss when you’re dressed for bed…”
‘and washed your mouth.’ Ann thought shuddering. Anne ran her hands over Ann’s thighs, plucking at the thin fabric of her nightgown but Ann took her hands gently and removed them,
“Not today, dearest.”
“Why are you so callous? I just want to love you, devour you!” Anne pouted and Ann held her face gently,
“I know, I love you too, but you are much too drunk to know what you’re doing, and you will regret it in the morning.”
“I never regret anything- not you anyway.” Anne slurred and Ann kissed her nose fondly,
“I know you don’t. Now let’s get this off.”
Ann unbuttoned her waistcoat, and then worked her way on her skirt – pulling it off her as she seemed to have forgotten how to stand up.
“I think you are really beautiful… I think that’s why people loathe me now – I stole away the fairest maiden of them all.” Anne beamed and Ann laughed, shaking her head,
“You are absolute bonkers.”
“The food was no good.” Anne pondered and Ann raised an eyebrow as she focused on getting Anne’s shirt off after having thrown her cravat aside.
“Hm?”
“I wish I had eaten you instead.” Anne told her and Ann flushed red,
“I hope you didn’t say that or anything improper at dinner – revealed anything.”
“I’m not an idiot, Adney!” Anne barked, crossing her arms, moping like a child.
“Mm.” Ann sighed, pressing her fingers against her temples to still the on-coming headache.
Anne then tried standing up before Ann could get her corset off and the blonde sighed frustrated as Anne stumbled across the room,
“You’re looking a little unsteady there…”
“Says the girl with three heads.” Anne slurred angrily and Ann had to choke back laughter, the woman in-front of her had never been this drunk before, as far as Ann was concerned and Ann didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
“Anne what are-“
“I know what I’m doing!” Anne growled and the blonde shook her head,
“Dearest, not even God knows what you’re doing!”
“I am lost!” Anne whimpered as she had paced in the same circle for a couple of turns and Ann went over to her, placing warm and gentle hands around her,
“Let’s get you into bed. But first let’s get rid of this.”
Ann untied her corset swiftly and then pulled Anne’s chemise over her head, and then just looked at her for a second. Anne who normally could be rather prudish with being undressed – unless for ‘bed’, stood casually completely naked in-front of her and when she noticed Ann staring, she gave a rogue smile,
“See anything you like?”
Ann flushed pink and shook her head, biting her lip, before getting Anne’s nightgown and proceeded to try and put it on but not without a little struggle.
“Anne…” Ann tried to get her attention, and Anne hummed in reply, raising a brow,
“I need you to lift your head up.” Ann told her, as she hovered over her with the opening to her nightgown.
“I am.” Anne mumbled, not lifting her head.
“I need you to meet my eyes.” Ann tried,
“Mm.”
Anne smiled and Ann laughed at her, placing her finger under the brunette’s chin raising her eyes to meet her eyes,
“My eyes are up here, dearest.”
Anne then went in for a kiss which Ann granted her despite everything but then she forced her back into bed, whilst retrieving a wet cloth from her own room before proceeding to wash Anne’s mouth from the retching before.
“Now we close our eyes, and we sleep, Anne!”
“But what if poison goes bad… does it become more or less poisonous?” Anne cried frustrated and Ann screamed into her pillow,
“Shut up and sleep or I will whack you unconscious!”
“But, do you realise…!” Anne began to cry excitedly, and her face was greeted by a pillow.
Finally, after a while of twisting and turning they, both of them, were asleep.
In the morning – Anne was sicker than ever before. She threw up by the tiniest of movement, and Ann nursed her though the woman did protest – she felt pathetic and no doubt extremely ashamed of her behaviour the night before – but worst of all – she didn’t even remember all of it and her anxiety was great.
“I’m never drinking that ever again.” Anne groaned after having emptied her already empty stomach for the tenth time that morning, Ann gave her a sympathetic smile, brushing her fingers over her clammy face to soothe her,
“Do you want some water? Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”
“Oh God.” Anne groaned, her head giving her much pain, and she squinted her eyes, to which Ann responded by closing the drapes shut.
“I feel so embarrassed – I don’t even remember… Oh God… did I ask you to *fuck* me?” Ann nodded and Anne groaned, pulling her arm over her eyes – and her stomach churned again but she wasn’t sick.
“Oh, my Lord – I’m so sorry! We were sitting down – I thought I could handle it… I didn’t even feel it coming on until I stood up and the floor vanished under me. Forgive me?! I never drink like that – you know that. Oh God… I’m so sorry, Ann.” Anne whimpered in pure agony and Ann placed soft, cool kisses against her forehead and to her hand, following with a wet cloth to ease her discomfort.
“No matter. It wasn’t all bad – you were quite entertaining too.”
“I didn’t inflict myself on you, right? If I did, I will never forgive myself.”
“No, not at all. You did want to but I said no – because I didn’t want to use you like that – and besides I think you might have thrown up in my face if we had so…” Ann smiled and kissed her temple softly,
“Don’t worry about it, Pony.”
“You are an angel for putting up with me.”
“This was one night, Anne, one time. You didn’t purposefully drink too much and your body, your brain reacted badly to that Russian drink. It’s fine. You sat with me every night through my ordeal for weeks. I owe you as much. And besides, you’re my wife and I swore to love you through sickness and health – So. I’m taking care of you whether you like it or not, Lister.”
“Oh, my… did I eat soap yesterday?” Anne asked weakly and Ann laughed softly mindful not to hurt Anne’s head more and nodded,
“Yes, you did. I had to scoop it out of your mouth – well the little I could, that you hadn’t already swallowed.”
“Lavender? I can still taste it. I don’t think it was any good for my bowels.”
“No… probably not.”
“Oh, I’m disgusting. I was disgusting. I’m so sorry!” Anne moaned again as her stomach turned and Ann smiled,
“We are all disgusting sometimes.”
“How very reassuring.” Anne muttered, and Ann kissed her properly, but grimaced immediately at the taste,
“Urgh, no – you have to drink some water, Anne!”
“Why would you kiss me? – You just saw me hurl my guts out!” Anne growled and Ann smirked,
“Well you’re quite irresistible, Miss Lister.”
“Mm, and you are quite weird, Walker.”
Ann laughed and then kissed her wife again despite it all – after all we are all disgusting sometimes.