Post by Shelby on Mar 25, 2016 22:01:51 GMT -5
"You're not fine," Chardonnay said with a sigh. "You're not fighting with me, and you're not resisting me pulling you from the couch which, definitely, means that you are not fine." But she was nonetheless thankful that he wasn't fighting against her any longer and said that he'd come along with her to the room. She walked backwards, still holding Arthur's hands, and looking backwards every once in a while to make sure that she didn't run into anything, unlike how Arthur almost. Great. Chardonnay tried his best to keep him steady and tried to keep him from stumbling into the walls while she grumbled to herself and narrowed her eyes all the while at Arthur. When they finally made it to his room she let go of his hands and ran hers through her hair.
Just sleep with him? Chardonnay paused as she let the comment pass by her until she shook her head and figured out what he meant. He didn't mean sleep with her as in have sex with her--she hoped-- he just meant sleep with him as in sleep next to him, like they normally did when after they had sex with each other. The only times they had slept next to each other without having sex had only been two times; once after she laughed at him because of his boxers, and the other time when they started their fuckbuddy relationship back up after quitting for months. But this would be different. He was drunk, he wanted her to be around, and with the way that he was looking at her, telling her that he wasn't going to do anything else and that he'd actually go to sleep if she slept beside him, she didn't know what to do, nor did she know what to do with the guilt that still settled in her chest. "Fine," she relented, knowing that, perhaps, she'd end up regretting it. But if it would get him to lay down, shut up, and stop shaking like that--she'd hate to see how bad he shook when he was exhausted if that was just a product of him being tired. "All right. I'll lay in bed with you, but you have to stop shaking like that. And stop... Looking like that, like you're wigged out on something. Your eyes are all glazed over and everything, and I don't like it." She waved a finger in his face with her lips curled before she dropped it and let her hands fall to her sides. "Just let me get my bag from the living room so that I can change and get this makeup off. Why don't you get your sweats?" Would he know where they were at? Or, rather, would he be able to get it himself? Probably not.
She groaned at the thought before she told him to wait there and went to his drawer where she opened them up, sifted through the clothes, and found the sweatpants Arthur usually wore. Odd how she remembered where he kept those... Didn't matter, she told herself. She shut the drawers back and just about shoved the pants at Arthur. "Change into these, and don't do anything stupid. Actually, you might want to sit down while you're putting those on." She moved over to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and led him to the bed where she forced him to sit down at the edge. "I'll be back in a second." She left the room and went to the living room where she left her purse and bag, grabbed them, and shut herself in the bathroom where she washed the makeup off her face, doused her face with cold water to cool her off, and changed into her large night shirt while folding the rest of her clothes and putting them back in her back. She went back into Arthur's room and set the bag down by her shoes and went to the bed, sitting on it. "Happy now?" she deadpanned, looking at him, a brow quirked in his direction.
Just sleep with him? Chardonnay paused as she let the comment pass by her until she shook her head and figured out what he meant. He didn't mean sleep with her as in have sex with her--she hoped-- he just meant sleep with him as in sleep next to him, like they normally did when after they had sex with each other. The only times they had slept next to each other without having sex had only been two times; once after she laughed at him because of his boxers, and the other time when they started their fuckbuddy relationship back up after quitting for months. But this would be different. He was drunk, he wanted her to be around, and with the way that he was looking at her, telling her that he wasn't going to do anything else and that he'd actually go to sleep if she slept beside him, she didn't know what to do, nor did she know what to do with the guilt that still settled in her chest. "Fine," she relented, knowing that, perhaps, she'd end up regretting it. But if it would get him to lay down, shut up, and stop shaking like that--she'd hate to see how bad he shook when he was exhausted if that was just a product of him being tired. "All right. I'll lay in bed with you, but you have to stop shaking like that. And stop... Looking like that, like you're wigged out on something. Your eyes are all glazed over and everything, and I don't like it." She waved a finger in his face with her lips curled before she dropped it and let her hands fall to her sides. "Just let me get my bag from the living room so that I can change and get this makeup off. Why don't you get your sweats?" Would he know where they were at? Or, rather, would he be able to get it himself? Probably not.
She groaned at the thought before she told him to wait there and went to his drawer where she opened them up, sifted through the clothes, and found the sweatpants Arthur usually wore. Odd how she remembered where he kept those... Didn't matter, she told herself. She shut the drawers back and just about shoved the pants at Arthur. "Change into these, and don't do anything stupid. Actually, you might want to sit down while you're putting those on." She moved over to him, put her hands on his shoulders, and led him to the bed where she forced him to sit down at the edge. "I'll be back in a second." She left the room and went to the living room where she left her purse and bag, grabbed them, and shut herself in the bathroom where she washed the makeup off her face, doused her face with cold water to cool her off, and changed into her large night shirt while folding the rest of her clothes and putting them back in her back. She went back into Arthur's room and set the bag down by her shoes and went to the bed, sitting on it. "Happy now?" she deadpanned, looking at him, a brow quirked in his direction.