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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jul 11, 2017 14:49:39 GMT -6
Her handling of the alcohol? That indeed was a good question given that she wasn´t really used to some real liquor at all. Either it had been mixed quite heavily or all she was able to get her hands on were drinks of completely different tastes that were meant to make up for the prohibition caused loss of legal alcohol. Of course nothing of these fakes was a real match to actual wine or beer for example.
Given her age it wasn´t even that she has had many chances in her life to have some proper experience with alcohol as well yet. Actually her main experience had been of her sneaking some stuff in her teenage years to get a taste of what the adults were drinking.
"Pfft me? Of course! ... Not." She said still laughing a little before she calmed down again. "But don´t worry, so far I can still think straight. Besides what´s the worst that could happen? I´m already home and in good care am I not?"
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Post by John Constantine on Jul 12, 2017 9:38:11 GMT -6
"At least you're honest."
When she started getting giggly, he placed a hand on her shoulders and got her to sit down on one of their beds. It would not do to have her falling because she had too much to drink. And if she fell back on the bed, it would at least be a cushioned fall onto the blankets and she wouldn't bust her head open.
"Drinkin' at home is safer," he said, "And at least the company is good."
She was good company, even if she just about gave him a heart attack by talking about how much she wanted to leave the city. She was the only person to put up with him for so long. She was the one who stuck around the longest, despite him being a less than ideal roommate. He knew his faults. He slept around too much, he drank too much, he wasn't that much help with chores like cooking or cleaning, and he also went through strings of nightmares from time to time.
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jul 13, 2017 11:19:12 GMT -6
Eliza looked at her flatmate quite puzzled. Of course she was honest with him. What use would it be to her if she was lying to him? "Why shouldn´t I be honest? Besides that it wouldn´t get me any kind of benefit, you as well would figure out the lie quite quickly. Either I would feel guilty as hell for lying to my best friend or you would find out I wasn´t honest even right from the start. There are not many things I can actually lie good about, especially when it´s to people that who actually know me." Chuckling about her truth she let her free hand move over the bed sheet now that she was properly sitting. How soft and welcoming Johns bed seemed all of a sudden. Since laundry day wasn´t too long ago at all the sheets were still clean as far as she could see and smelled good. Or at least she didn´t get the scent of other womens perfumes for example in her nose.
Sighing at the last thought of hers she reflected on her own behavior and chuckled. Surely compared to at least most men in the city John was the way better company not to mention the most safest and fun. "True that. Nothing beats drinking at home with your best friend with which you don´t even have to care how you act and look like or what you wear for once."
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Post by John Constantine on Jul 16, 2017 17:55:54 GMT -6
"Luv, lighten up. I was just havin' a laugh." he said. "I like that you're honest but just be careful who you're honest with."
If he were honest himself, he liked that she trusted him enough to be candid with him no matter the situation. Others would have abused that trust and that honesty. He hated the thought that someone could easily use someone like Elizabeth. She was a sweet young woman.
"Yeah, somethin' like that."
Not caring about how she dressed around him? That was silly. He might have been a roommate, but he was a man as well. He noticed that she was a woman - a beautiful one at that. She was testing him. She had to be. Why else would she be sprawled on his bed, drinking his scotch and dressed like that?
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jul 16, 2017 18:27:05 GMT -6
Eliza sighed again at his words. That sweet adorable man. Always worrying for her even though surely not always there was actually need for that. Sure, she often enough got in some terrible or rather dangerous situations but still she could always prevent the worst or something serious to happen. Or at least so far. "Oh John." Moving over to her flatmate again, as carefull as possible due to the glass in her hand, her blue eyes fixated on him as she smiled gently. When she finally had reached him she put her free hand on his cheek and stroke over it before she gave the other cheek a kiss. "Your just the sweetest. I appreciate your advice but I think I know what to do in most situations, including how much and what to tell others. YOU, my friend also should remember that you have quite the special place in my heart and therefore get a whole different treatment as anyone else." She said warmly before backing off a little.
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Post by John Constantine on Jul 17, 2017 13:50:21 GMT -6
For once John wasn't sure what to say. She had rendered him speechless. Surely this was just the alcohol taking effect, right? She was starting to drive him a little crazy with her coy little smile and the 'special place' she said he had. This called for another drink. One more shot down and another glass refilled. Once more alcohol was in his system he had the confidence to press on with this... bizarre conversation they were having.
"And just how special of a place do I have?" he asked.
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jul 17, 2017 18:09:10 GMT -6
Eliza sighed at his question. Did she really have to tell the obvious? Yet she had to admit finding the correct words to describe the place he held in her heart was a challenge for her. Sure, he was her best friend but something told her that was a too easy description of her feels. Thinking about the right choice of words she took her time to finish off her glass and put it aside on the next nearby table before she moved back to John.
Not knowing how to start she gasped three times, trying let some words out of her mouth but stopped as she thought of them not to be fitting. Yet it very well could have been rather the feeling of being tipsy making it hard for her to have a decent beginning. In the end she eventually just spilled everything out that was on her mind. "Well you are my best friend sweetheart. I mean even outside Gatsberry you are the one person for me I feel like I can truly tell everything, even the dirty and highly questionable parts of my life and actions. You are always there for me when I need you and even if I am not in need, you always manage to make me feel safe no matter what situation. Well besides the fear that something actually may happen to YOU of course." She said, the last thing with a sheepish giggle before she continued. "Around you I feel the most comfortable, as if I was with my family. I don´t know, I just feel like when I am with you I can just be myself, my true self and I can´t remember to feel like that around anyone else." Finishing off with quite the big blush on her cheeks, she looked her flatmate directly in his pretty eyes with her own sparkling one. If she wouldn´t like him so much surely she would hate him for captivating her heart.
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Post by John Constantine on Jul 18, 2017 8:03:34 GMT -6
"And here my dear, you are as drunk as a lord." he chuckled.
That had to be it if she was spouting out this much nonsensical sentimentalities. She was drunk and perhaps he should try to put her to bed. Except she was in his bed, smiling and blushing. He took a slow breath. Perhaps he should stop drinking too. There was still some left in the bottle. Only meant there would be some for next time. He corked the bottle, placing it under his bed. Not the best hiding place, but he wasn't going to be bothered with putting it under the floor boards when he was tipsy.
"You're just ramblin'."
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jul 18, 2017 8:29:29 GMT -6
Letting his words repeat in her head, Eliza quickly turned more and more red though quite obviously in anger. Sure, she was tipsy and some things could be reasoned with the alcohol in her blood but still at least right now she had meant every single word she had told him. She just needed to show him as is seemed. Fine, she thought to herself, if he needed some prove of the truth in her saying then she would show him. "Baloney! I am not at all!" She yelled at him as she made a pouty face once again and hit him. However right after she put her hands around his neck and clinged onto him. "I´m gonna show you what you mean to me you moron." With that she went right on to kiss him, not on the cheek or forehead as she would normally do but right on his lips.
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Post by John Constantine on Jul 18, 2017 9:00:48 GMT -6
John had an armful of Elizabeth before he could reply. Not to mention a mouthful as well, seeing as she was trying to snog the living daylights out of him. He wasn't one to complain. His hands went to her hips, pulling her closer, as close as he could. He could taste the scotch on her lips, but there was something there that was inherently her. He decided quite quickly, he liked that taste. A small part of him was holding back. She was drunk. She would regret this later.
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jul 18, 2017 9:24:11 GMT -6
Eliza gasped and backed off for a second as she felt his hands on her hips. She would have thought to be pushed away again, to be told that he got her point but that this was as far as they would go. That he reciprocated her actions however was more than unexpected. Yet she would lie if she said she didn´t like it. Actually she rather wanted to kiss him again and touch her even more and directly on her skin. Therefore she quickly got rid of the underdress so all there was left on her was her bra and panties when she moved closer again and sat down on his lap, a leg of hers lying right next to one of his on each side. With her heart racing in joy she rushed to take Johns face in her hands and pulled him close to kiss him once again. This time however she as well eventually went on to open her mouth and let her tongue start the try to invade her flatmates mouth while she couldn´t resist grinning while doing so.
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Post by John Constantine on Jul 18, 2017 11:00:59 GMT -6
She stripped herself of her already barely existent nightgown before attacking his lips again with almost voracious movement that stole his breath away. He barely even registered how her tongue was slipping between his teeth, playing with his. By this point, they're trying to bruise each other with lips alone. Snogging the life out of him indeed. Worst of all, she's in his lap, wriggling and needy. The little minx was smirking against his lips. So that was how she wanted to play?
His turn.
Not one to stand this sort of behavior without some retaliation, John put his hands on either side of her thighs before lifting her up and rolling her over onto the bed so she was beneath him. His lips pulled away from hers but went to her neck, not straying to far. He left a string of marks down her neck. Along the way he was delightfully aware of how red and swollen her lips were from the passion with which they were using, and that alone was a pleasing thought. To know he left her in this state.
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jul 18, 2017 11:49:22 GMT -6
As his hands went down to her thighs, Eliza was just about to push herself even closer to John and start rubbing her almost naked body against his still rather clothed one. However before that got to happen she already found herself lying down on his bed, not even remembering but only assuming how she got in that position. As then also the kiss was broken, the female had to gasp again and already feared the worst, that eventually their play would come to an end and she would be forced to sleep away her drunkenness. However to her surprise and much to her pleasure, John didn´t stop with their play but continued by marking her neck. Feeling her heart race and her whole body tingling all over in excitement to get touched by John out of all people, she bit her lip and grapped the bed sheet. In her mind she had not the slightest clue if this was a good thing or if she was even ready for such a turn on their relationship. However meanwhile her body or rather her torso instinctly raised itself up to be closer to the male while the rest of her body continued to be all wriggling and needy to get played with more.
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Post by John Constantine on Jul 18, 2017 12:27:33 GMT -6
He paused in his affections to look down at her. Delightful, absolutely and utterly delightful. On display for him like some sort of candy in a store shop window, hair splayed out on his pillow, her fingers digging into the sheets, chest heaving, the wonderful blush that had spread across her cheeks. He knew he should stop. He knew he shouldn't take advantage of her like this. She was drunk. She didn't know what she wanted. Just a warm body, he supposed, to keep her warm through the night.
"Elizabeth."
His voice was hoarse and husky. His hands trailed up her thighs and to her hips, despite his internal war to stop himself. This was Elizabeth. Her first time with him shouldn't be some sort of drunken tryst. She deserved better than that, which was laughable coming from him because how many people had he invited to his bed when they were drunk?
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Post by Elizabeth Blythe on Jul 18, 2017 13:36:09 GMT -6
As he paused once again, Eliza was left panting and not knowing what to do. She felt like a sheep facing a hungry wolf. However this sheep actually wanted to be eaten up by the big bad wolf for once. She was longing for him to touch her all over, to let her feel how someone that he actually desired felt when being in the exact bed she was currently. It probably was terrible wrong to have that desire but at least once she wanted to experience how it would be like if she would a lover to John and not only a friend or flatmate or maybe even a little sister figure.
When he then even said her name with that lovely yet hoarse voice of his she completely melted down. "John." She said with a gently yet slightly croaky voice as her hands eventually left the sheet and went onto the males chest to feel his heartbeat. Enjoying the warmth of him she got to feel on some parts of her body, she smiled like a drunken fool, she probably actually was, and fixated her eyes on his while she reached out to kiss him again. Just something was there about him that she wanted to experience continiously more of him, including his taste.
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