‘’oh, come on. there are plenty of ways to comfort me. if you’re clueless I can give you a head start. oh, a head. see. a very good suggestion,’’ his smile turned very smug and a spark returned back to his eyes after it was lost by the consumed alcohol. ‘’I want to sweep you off your feet one day. like I said. we’ll get married. maybe then. if I won’t be too busy shagging you behind the altar,’’ he was walking on a very thin line and he knew it. but somehow his mouth had a mind of its own and people always said that drunk people were the most honest. maybe he was finally researching his subconsciousness. maybe he was destined to marry nyah crawford even if everyone had their bets up for neither of them ever getting married. ‘’of course it was just okay. it would be excellent with me in it. but we have autumn now? and then winter. and then… a lot of further seasons,’’ he said with his eternal optimism. sometimes he was such a dork. always hoping for the best, wishing for the best, waiting for the best. like a naïve kiddo. ‘’we’ll catch up,’’ he then concluded and put his arms around her as she settled her head on his chest. ‘’I mean it too,’’ he said in a much softer voice and looked down. she was lifting herself up and her lips ended on his. he returned the most-awaited kiss but then winced and pulled back: ‘’ouch. my whole mouth hurts.’’ there was no way he could kiss her properly without being completely sloppy. ‘’you see… my lip hurts and my jaw hurts and my heart is still recovering from losing you. and ugh, maybe we should go to sleep and in the morning… we can have a baptism of this new era? there’s nothing better than waking up between your legs. but yeah well. that’s it if you’ll take me back?’’ one of his typical speeches followed: ‘’or now. now is good. but I’m incapable of moving and it wouldn’t be fair to make you do all the dirty work.’’

‘’I’m drunk. I can’t be drop-dead serious at the moment, I still see little elephants all over the ceiling,’’ he pointed toward one of those pink thingies. yes the elephants were hot pink. he had no idea how his mind invented elephants who were jumping around, but there they were. ‘’you’ll see. I bet that’s our future. marriage. and a cute little kid. and a rock band. probably some pigs in the back yard,’’ he laughed as she got all serious on him. ‘’nyah. I’m drunk. but I’m not so drunk to ignore you sitting there,’’ he groaned as she climbed up and sat on his lap. there was no way he could ignore the warmth between her legs pressing down on him. ‘’real,’’ he nodded without a pause: ‘’I fucking missed you. every day.’’ it was the truth. he loved zoey, he really did. but nyah was nyah. he was, simply put, his everything. there was no way to get her out of his head, she was inscribed there for eternity. he followed her with his eyes as she stood up and locked the door, then lost her dress along the way. ‘’you’re naked. I’m not relaxed, I’m expecting you to help me unfasten my belt,’’ he let her pull him a bit up and he managed to get his shirt off. ‘’I’m not doing a thing. I don’t feel like it. but you go ahead, you’re the one trying to get me naked,’’ he smirked but then passed the shirt to her. ‘’come here,’’ he said, losing the smirk, and he simply pulled her on top of him, her legs tangling with his. he kissed her lips, ignoring the pain it provoked, and his hands grabbed on to her thighs, spreading them on top of his lap. ‘’you were saying something about my pants?’’ well, they were most certainly in the way of something.

''you think it's funny. but just wait and see. one day you will be mrs. nyah lewis,'' now he simply smiled as if he knew a certain secret and he was keeping it from her. if he had a choice, he probably really would marry her. because she wouldn't be a bossy wife dictating him to do chores and stay away from beer. they would be on an eternal honeymoon period, just screwing around the house the whole day. or not. things went south when you got married. his parents’ marriage was a perfect sample of two people marrying for completely wrong reasons and now they barely talked to each other. they even slept in separated bedrooms. ''nyah!'' he echoed her exclamation and then let out a very content sigh: ''god, i missed your laugh.'' he missed all of it. she was wearing his shirt now, but he didn’t mind. it dropped to her mid-thighs and he could just as easily creep his hands underneath it. follow the lines of her hips and waist. ''yeah, i was,'' he murmured into her lips, her thighs now nestling him in between. ''but i can handle a little bit of pain,'' he nodded as if he was offering reassurance to himself. it hurt as hell. but a serious case of blue balls will definitely hurt more. he dropped his gaze down between them where she was unfastening his belt and then pulling his pants away and off. ‘’you work fast,’’ he chuckled, it wasn’t exactly a new observation. they were always in rush to tear each other’s clothes off. ''wifey, stop playing around,'' he groaned as her hand cupped him over the boxer briefs and she was going on about heroes and he wasn’t actually listening. he captured her mouth in a kiss, silencing any further words and lifted his hips a tad to intensify the pressure. ''fuck, you're so beautiful,'' he practically moaned into her mouth his hands now far under the shirt, captivating her breasts, both of their hips rolling painfully slowly.

he could tell by the way she only half-heartedly smiled at him, that she wasn’t taking him seriously at all. to her this was just his drunken gibberish. nothing she ought to pay attention to. he said a lot of stupid shit while drunk off his ass. but when it came to her he usually meant it all. of course those moments when they threw insults at one another should be excluded. that was just the fire she had the ability to send through him. it often ignited him, consumed him wholly so that he wasn’t able to see straight. not always just during their legendary fights. during simple ordinary conversations also. like now. the match was lit and it was slowly starting to spread a fire through and through. ‘’things often get really bad between us, don’t they?’’ he frowned upon her question but wasn’t sure whether he should go into details or not. ‘’we fight, we say shitty things and then we make up. it’s always been that way. there is no other way, I think,’’ his smile wavered in a sad sub-tone. ‘’but I like our fights. most of the time. besides, you know that I don’t mean all that shit I say,’’ he nuzzled his nose into the crook of a neck and then replaced it with his lips. ‘’I can’t break your heart. I don’t have superpowers. but my prophecy would be that you’ll break mine… and then I won’t have a muse and I will die a lonesome bitter man,’’ he turned on the poetic side of him looking into her eyes. they were both smiling, she was even giggling. that said a lot about how strong this bond was. they generally believed nothing could ever come in between. but it already had, once. it didn’t last, obviously.

he made a sound of protest when she distanced herself and ended the delightful torturous kiss. ‘’don’t make me hate you,’’ he murmured following her resistance and pressing another kiss. she could do nothing about that. she won’t stop him, of that he was sure. he was about change the rules of this game but finally she came to her senses. his hands were set on the curves of her hips, his eyes never leaving hers as she lowered herself down onto him. his forehead was covered with wrinkles because of the tight treatment his cock was receiving. her moaned was accompanied by his groan. any other time he would probably just lay back and give her all control. not today however. this was their special reunion, he had to have a say in this. he flipped them over, lowering her on her back, supporting his weight up on his elbows. he stilled himself for a few short moments, his eyes searching hers for… something. something indescribable. perhaps a promise. that there will always be a reunion, that their fights and separations will never be final. only when he found some spark flickering there in the haze of her with desire clouded eyes did he move. he pulled almost all the way out, before pushing back in. they were both panting and it was only the beginning. it didn’t take them long to find a perfect rhythm. something between impossibly gentle and unbelievable mindblowing.

he dropped down on her as gently as he could and then rolled off, finding his place next to her. her body fit perfectly against his and he took his time once more kissing the edges of her collarbones, the swell of her shoulders. the skin was heated and it felt so wonderfully familiar. ‘’you do. you inspire me,’’ he then remembered her question from before. he pulled her against him and she didn’t protest. instead she curled around him, their legs intertwining once more in a different manner. at moments like this he had a feeling he had a rare chance to see the real her. the vulnerability that lay somewhere deep beneath. often he wondered if she even knew she had it in her. at moments like this he loved her. or at least felt something stronger that pure lust and awe. ‘’I’m happy you want me back,’’ he whispered back and he felt how his hearted started to slow down to match the rhythm of hers. his jaw still hurt and his thoughts were still dizzy and fuddled from all the consumed alcohol. but he wouldn’t dare to move and he wouldn’t dare to leave. ‘’you do want me back, right?’’ he then frowned, because she never did actually accepted all of this. they went from arguing to his drunken stupor and then to sex. as per usual. ‘’hey, nyah,’’ he then started to focus on her and on reality. ‘’no one could ever replace you, okay? you have to know that. what I have with you… there’s no replacement for it,’’ he tried to sound as sober as possible and the words were spoken seriously. they were serious. there was a determination lying beneath. ‘’you’re it, for me. this is it.’’ maybe he really was just drunk. maybe.

he only smiled. no point in trying to explain her why she was so damn inspiring and why was the main source of his inspiration. why all of the female characters held some resemblance to her. why he loved making all of them profoundly beautiful and strong yet with a dark side. ‘’you don’t need to understand it,’’ was the only reply he offered and then laughed as she kissed the tip of his nose. gosh, she loved to do that. it reminded him that despite how dysfunctional they occasionally were those little things still worked so well. and when you counted them all together, the two of them made complete sense. but they will never be that way. a couple or whatever. he knew that, despite his previous babbling about marriage. she will never settle for him. ‘’stupid? it wasn’t stupid. I would understand if you wouldn’t want me anymore. I would do my hardest to make you change your mind, but I would understand. I know how it feels… I feel this way every time you fuck someone else,’’ he leaned his forehead onto hers. it felt good to have her this near again. he never picked his words around her, they were always honest, never lied to each other. that was the beauty of this non-existent relationship. ‘’mhm,’’ he murmured back in reply. his eyelids weren’t able to stay wide open anymore. he pressed one last kiss on the first patch of her skin he could found. ‘’you have worn me out. i have to get some sleep. and then in the morning. we can make up for the past year,’’ he chuckled and enclosed her body with his, his head resting comfortably on the pillow. ‘’good night, love.’’

he slept like the dead all the way through the rest of the night. he felt movement next to him and a groaning sound
escaped his throat because the left side of his face hurt like hell. ‘’I’m dying,’’ he murmured just before the person next to him kissed his lips for good morning. oh, this appeared to be an amazingly good morning. he took a deep intake of her scent and recognized it immediately. right, nyah. he smiled somewhere against her skin and pulled back a little when she stretched beside him. he didn’t feel like opening his eyes already, though. he took a few moments for himself to get the whole picture of last night. the party. that guy. that idiot. the punch. the pain. her. ‘’has my jaw tripled in size? because it feels that way,’’ he wondered out loud and finally managed to open his eyelids. luckily the room wasn’t too bright. ‘’you’re too far away, come back,’’ he protested and caught her arm, pulling her closer, since he really didn’t feel like moving. he was staring up at the ceiling and his fingers were drawing circles on her skin as per usual. ‘’so,’’ he started and then slightly winced at the sharp pain as he looked over at her. his eyes were searching hers and he appreciated it all even much more, now that he was relatively sobered up. she was still as beautiful as he remembered. he loved how messy her hair was, the curls everywhere.  ‘’you really really don’t want to have pigs at our house? I mean are you sure? because they are really adorable,’’ he finally laughed.

‘’but you don’t understand the pain I’m going through. no one ever tried to crush your jaw into hundreds and hundreds of pieces,’’ he chuckled because he was so overreacting and she knew it. but if some complaining will get him somewhere … well, then he’ll be the best complainer there ever was. ‘’I do think a kiss or two might make it better, you know…’’ he started and didn’t even wait for her to grasp the meaning. instead he grasped her. pulled her closer and claimed her lips with his. they might have been gentle last night, he remembered that. but this was them – no obstacles, no limits. ‘’no pills, nothing icy. I’ll take care of it back at the villa. and just so you know, my room is room number seven,’’ he rejected the help and offered her an important piece of information. he’ll have to check her number later when he left. from now on, he planned to spend quite a lot of his free time right here. ‘’why are you a pig-hater, nyah?’’ he frowned and he was genuinely curious what was the whole issue with not wanting pigs. of course they won’t have pigs for real, they weren’t farmers or farmer material. but at least she could play along with the idea that a life with the two of them together maybe wouldn’t be so bad. ‘’of course I remember,’’ he nodded and settled his hand on her hip, underneath his shirt she was wearing. ‘’we’re getting married sometime in the next decade,’’ he went on counting numerous things that were inscribed in his memory: ‘’and I remember something about you promising me the best breakfast in the world and ummm a blow job and ummm a threesome. yes, see. I remember everything.’’

he laughed at her as she gave him this long speech about proper behaviour. he had only a vague memory of the actual fight, or better said of the bunch, but he still felt proud like hell of himself. it wouldn’t be anything new if he only tried to drag her away and to the nearest small closeted space. however that guy pissed him off with his comment and that’s where the intensive need to bust his nose came from. it wasn’t exactly a very successful mission but he did quite okay. ‘’have you ever had a girlfight in jello? or maybe in mud? because I don’t think you ever did. if you would feel up to ever do that, you have to let me know first. I would love to get VIP seats in the front row,’’ he dreamily said, although he probably wouldn’t enjoy her bitch slap another chick all that much. he never really felt like sharing her with anybody, despite that threesomes were somehow the primary fantasy of every guy with a serviceable penis. ‘’pigs bring good luck,’’ he countered but decided to drop the whole pig issue since she really didn’t seem all excited about little piggies running around their house. ‘’if we’re still single at age of 22, so… when we’re done with college, we’ll get married,’’ it was an absurd number that wasn’t all that far in the future. but this felt like a good morning to act a little silly. ‘’one?’’ he carefully repeated the word that troubled him the most while he pondered through the list again. ‘’I’d love to have breakfast. I’m starving,’’ he finally decided, leaning forward and kissing her neck. the collarbone. his hands were already raising the shirt until he managed to pull it over her head. ‘’fuck, I love to just look at you,’’ he stopped for a second, his eyes lingering on her naked skin. she was magnificent. but then he finally snapped out of the moment. he picked that shirt and dressed it on himself. ‘’I have to go, though,’’ he murmured.