forum O/O Romance that doesn't die? (mature and closed >w<)

Started March 17, 2019 by @Honeybee_

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He grins over to her before leading the way into the living room. Every time some drunk jerk decides that it's wise to invade either his or Lilith's personal space, he makes sure to let them know what's what.

One drunk guy comes up behind Lilith and grabs her by the waist, making her jump slightly. She froze, looking up at Jackson as she cleared her throat.

Jackson whirls around when he hears the commotion behind him. "Hands off." He warns the other man with a growl. He takes a step forward, ready to defend himself if things get too crazy.

Lilith's face goes bright red when Jackson speaks, his tone sounding possessive and deep. She didn't mind it, but it scared her slightly. The man behind her didn't let go, only tightened his grip on her wiast, making her wince slightly when she tried to wriggle out of his grip.

When the other man doesn't let go, Jackson grabs his arm and twists it behind his back. "Let go. Now." He growls, making it very clear that this isn't a game. If the drunk doesn't let go soon he'll be forced to take more extreme measure to get the message through his thick skull.

"Jackson, calm down!" she yelled, finally getting out of the drunks grasp. It was a guy that was constantly hitting on her at school. "What the hell?" she screamed at the man as he walked away, his hands in the air.

"Hey, it's okay. I was perfectly calm." Jackson tells her, voice instantly softer when the man walks away. "I wasn't going to hurt him unless he hurt you." He promises. It would be really bad if he got arrested so he's not about to go and do something overly stupid.

"Ha! Why it's not like you'd touch me like that. What'd matter to you?" she asking, her face turning red as she spoke. She hadn't meant it to come out like that, but she couldn't take it back now.

Jackson's face flushes an embarrassing shade of red as he pathetically attempts to process her words. "I…..you….what?" He stutters, unable to form a proper sentence right now.

"N-nothing!" she shuddered, looking down at her feet. They were now mostly still, it looked like a scene from a movie. "Wanna go get more shots?" she asked, knowing he hadn't had any yet.

He stares, still trying his best to try and say something that makes sense. At the suggestion of shots, he nods his head eagerly. He could really use something stronger to drink right now. It make actually help him not be so pathetic.

She guided them to the kitchen, eagerly grabbing the shot mix on the counter and pouring them one almost immediately, looking up at him coyly as she took her shot.

He accepts a shot and downs it at once. Only a second passes before he grabs another one. This information is not something that he had expected and now he's working on figuring out what his feelings are and how to deal with them.

She was now clearly drunk, you could tell by how flirty and hopeless she looked. "Jackson, dance?" she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck and bringing herself closer. She was over intoxicated.

After drinking a few more shots, Jackson turns to Lilith, his vision a little blurry from all of the alcohol. He's drunk, indicated by the big and goofy grin on his face. "Dance." He agrees, his words slurred as he wraps his arms around her waist.

She bit her lip, leading him out to the living room. She laughs slightly, flicking her hair over her shoulder. Her coordination was completely off but now she was glad that she had worn flats. She pulled herself closer to him, swaying her hips to the unrecognizable rap music that blasted over the radio.

He trails after her like a puppy, the shots having done their job of making him relax. When she starts to dance, he follows her lead and does the same. He stumbles around a little but in his mind he's dancing as well as a professional. "You're really pretty." He tells her with a bright smile.

She smiles and a bright blush comes across her face, "You're not too bad yourself" she replies, letting her forehead rest on his. She closes her eyes, letting him sway her hips to the music. She hadn't felt this good in a long time, but she knew that everything had a downside and she'd be absolutely horrible in the morning.

Jackson hums along quietly to the song. As they dance, everyone else in the room just fades away. It feels as though it's just them. There will be hell to pay in the morning when he wakes up with a killer hangover but it will have been worth it. On the bright side, he actually has tomorrow off. That will give him plenty of time to reset and to think.

She looks up at him, sobering up for a millisecond as they locked their gaze. Man, she wanted to kiss him bad, but she couldn't, she didn't want to assume he liked her because she knew he was like this when he was drunk.

Jackson looks into her eyes and leans forward a little before he stops himself. Lifting up one of his hands, he gently traces the outline of her lips. "Can I kiss you?" He murmurs. The last thing he wants to do is jeopardize their friendship by kissing her if it's unwanted.

"Wh-…me?" she asked, a little stunned at the question. It's like he had been reading her mind. She nodded her head slightly, "Please" she muttered, her eyes fluttering open and closed as he traced her lips with his thumb. God, she couldn't believe this was happening, but it probably wouldn't matter to him by tomorrow, much less might he remember it. She would though, kissing her crush since 10th grade? Of course, she would.

He nods his head. “Yes, you.” He confirms, still looking down at her. When she agrees, he’s flooded with relief. He takes a few moments to collect himself before leaning down and pressing his lips gently to hers. She tastes like alcohol, sunshine, and happiness. He knows that that’s a little cheesy but he can’t help it. Every time he’s around her, he’s happy.

Her breath hitches when he places his lips on hers. She almost immediately kisses him back. It feels right, even though it may sound cliche this entire scenario was cliche for god's sake! She groaned softly into the kiss, running her fingertips along his jawline.

Jackson’s hands cup her face as she kisses him. He carefully pulls her closer to him, not wanting to let go. Lightly running his thumb across her cheek, he sighs happily against her lips. He never wants this moment to end.