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Almost wasn't sure if I'd put this here, it isn't really all that adult... Hope ya'll enjoy anyway ^_^


It was almost torture to watch him. All tan and happy and grinning. Like he hadn’t been gone at all. She really wanted to be drunk right about now. With that thought in mind, she took a gulp from the plastic cup in her hand, the burn of the alcohol tempered with the sweet taste of Coke. Just about everyone else had left, the Welcome Back! party having lost most of it’s momentum around 3. Most still had to work the next day, even with it being a on Friday. She had taken the next day off, knowing she would be in no condition to work the next day. Hell, if she had her way she wouldn’t remember most of it. It hurt to look at him. She look another gulp of her drink, grimacing when she realized it was almost empty. She was very much drunk at this point, but she had learned that her body had no tolerance for over indulgence. She had to take it slow, even though she was in no way a lightweight. Staring into the dark liquid, she swirled it around, wishing that she could just let go. Unfortunately, even as intoxicated as she was, there was a small part of her that was lucid. Sometimes she really hated her inability to get so wasted that she just didn’t give a shit anymore.

An all too familiar voice came from behind her, causing her to go shock still. “Drunk yet?” The vise around her heart twisted, and suddenly she was very glad not to be as far gone as she wanted to be. Hoping she could keep her features schooled, she turned. “It’s a distinct possibility.” She smiled, her words only faintly slurred. “You?” His grin added the wry twist to hers. “Yep” She was saved from one of their patented awkward conversations when she was offered a refill from one of the few people left. As they turned around to offer the same, she started walking. Not really paying attention, she realized she had wandered from the main area of the party and ended up in the kitchen. Putting her cup down on the counter, she opened the door to the back and stepped outside. Leaning against the side of the house, she took a bracing breath. The cool air did nothing to clear the fog in her head, but it did feel good. She gazed up at what stars she could see in the sky. Even in her current state, she could still pick out Orion.

She heard the door open and was only slightly surprised to hear his voice. “You stopped calling.” She turned her head to look at him. “And?” He shrugged. She chuckled. “We’re just friends, remember? And friends don’t call usually call every single day.” She saw the struggle on his face. Just like that, she was back to 5 months ago, so sick and tired of this game between them. She knew it had to be the alcohol, but suddenly, she just didn’t care any more. “The just friends thing is a shame, really.” She stepped closer until there was a scant inch between them. She didn’t know if it was the alcohol in his system, or something else that kept him from protesting as she pressed her lips to his, hands on his chest for support. She poured everything into that kiss. Every month of frustration, confusion, of missing him. Every time she had tried to tell him how she felt and he just didn’t get it. Every time she had tried to tell him and he did get it, only nothing. They were both breathing hard by the time she pulled back, nipping his bottom lip as she withdrew. “ I don’t fuck just friends.” And then she walked away. And she prayed she wouldn’t cry.