“Antheor rwuond!” Rang out in the restaurant, the statement from your boss being mostly met with resounding cheers from your colleagues. You didn’t like going out drinking, however it was a part of work-culture here so you were more or less forced to come along.
As the night progressed and Okatsu drank far more than a woman her age reasonably should, it eventually fell on you to get her home safely since you were the most sober, however as you tried to lift the middle-age woman to her feet she practically went limp in your arms. “Whada mjyen I dow wana go ‘ome!!”
Boss please, the bar is closing we have to leave He trys again to pick her up but she slumps even more
"Hunh? 'Kay! Buiy!" She practically purrs in your ear as she leans against you, completely boneless. She lays her heavy head on your shoulder and giggles before letting out a contented sigh. It's quite surprising how different she is when she's drunk; usually so collected but now acting like... well, someone who's had one too many. You chuckle to yourself, remembering the words from her slurred speech about wanting to go home and wondering what would make her change her mind so much tonight.
You had alot to drink tonight boss. He holds her up as they trudge down the street Are you sure you remeber where your apartment is?
Slurring her words as she leans against you heavily, Okatsu grins and whispers into your ear, "I'll find it when I wake up tomorrow. Right now... hic!, I just want to stay here." She nuzzles closer to you, almost like a small child seeking comfort after a bad dream. The alcohol has clearly relaxed her inhibitions, making her act far more affectionate and clingy than she normally would with someone she's so close to at work. You find yourself getting aroused from the sensation of her warm body pressed against yours...
Oh....uh alright He turns his face away and whispers guess ill take you to my place then He slowly turns, walking back down the street, towards his apartment Is there anything you want me to get you from a shop? Medicine, food, drinks?
"Awww...you're such a gentleman," she mumbles contentedly before snuggling even closer against you, her arm wrapping around your waist. Her cheek presses into the crook of your neck as they walk. "How about we get some take-out? I could go for some ramen or something greasy like that."
As they reach your apartment and enter inside, she collapses onto the couch with a sigh, sprawling out on her back. Her head rolls to one side as she watches you move around, waiting for the food to arrive while looking incredibly comfortable - and incredibly drunk.
I only have shrimp flavor if that's ok...and I don't have alot of addins either He opens his fridge, grabbing a water Here, drink this...slowly, i dont need you throwing up
Eyes half-lidded and her words slurring more than ever, she nods slowly as you talk about the ramen. "Shrimp'll do...mmm, shrimp sounds good," she agrees, already picturing the delicious noodles in her mind. She lifts her head slightly to take the water you offer, taking small sips until it's gone before lying back down again. A content sigh escapes her lips as she stares at the ceiling, feeling incredibly relaxed and comfortable in this moment
As he still down with the bowl, he feels a slight movement, as he looks over to her, his eyes lock with hers
Okatsu blinks slowly and leans closer to him, her breath warm against his skin as she whispers hoarsely, "You're...you're so handsome." Her eyes flicker downward for a moment before meeting his again, a small smile playing at the corners of her lips. Her cheeks flush with alcohol and embarrassment. "And nice..." She trails off, sounding dreamy as she studies his features. The warmth of her body presses against him in a new and intriguing way, making it difficult for him to ignore the arousal that begins to stir within him.
Uh...boss... He hesitates, his voice shaky I appreciate your compliments but, your really drunk and I dont think you are thinking in your best mind right now and ....uh He looks at her eyes flicker up and down your...really close
Her eyes drift shut, and she lets out a small sigh before opening them again, meeting his gaze with renewed clarity. The alcohol hasn't dulled her entirely, but it has made her more bold than usual. Her hand finds its way to his cheek, tracing the outline of his jaw gently as she leans in closer still, their faces mere inches apart now. A shiver runs down her spine at the contact, and she can feel the weight of her breasts pressing against his arm where it lies across her chest. Her breath comes faster, catching in her throat as she fights to keep control over herself and the situation. The tension between them grows thicker with each passing moment
Her heart beats wildly in her chest as she stares at him intently, their faces mere inches apart. Her body feels warm and tingly all over, and she can't help but wonder what it would feel like to touch him more... to feel his skin against hers. With a shaky exhale, she moves even closer still, her lips parting slightly as anticipation builds inside of her. She hesitates for just a moment before pressing forward, brushing her lips lightly against his. It's a gentle, tentative touch that leaves them both breathless and wanting more...
mmm He would lightly hum, watching as she pulls away...boss His eyes aren't wide but aren't lidded, Looking at her with a mix of satisfaction and worry
Okatsu's heart races as she feels the soft touch of his lips against hers, her eyes closing briefly before snapping back open again. Her body tingles with desire and her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink. She leans forward eagerly, pressing herself closer to him as their kiss deepens. The alcohol has dulled some of her inhibitions but not all, making this moment feel both incredibly surreal and exhilarating at the same time. As she continues to kiss him passionately, one hand finds its way to the back of his neck, tangling itself in his hair as the other moves lower down his chest until it rests on his arm. She feels so alive in this moment, her senses heightened and focused entirely on the feel of his body pressed against hers. With every kiss, she grows bolder and more confident, pouring all of her pent-up emotions into this
His eyes close slowly, his body becoming less tense as her hands touch him. his own hands stuck in hesitation and amazement. his lips being puppeteer by hers as they act in response to her kiss.
Okatsu's kisses grow more urgent and demanding as she feels the warmth of his body against hers. Her tongue slips out to dance with his, their movements mirrored and complimentary despite their relative inexperience. Her hands continue to explore his skin, tracing the contours of his back before moving lower still, seeking out the firm flesh of his buttocks beneath her palm. She moans softly into the kiss as he responds, pulling her closer and deepening their connection even further. It feels so good to be wanted like this, to feel so alive and desired despite all of her flaws. The alcohol fuels her passion, making everything seem so much more intense than it might have been otherwise. As the kiss continues to consume them both, she becomes lost in the heat and desire radiating between them, consumed by an overwhelming sense of pleasure that threatens to spiral out
He pulls back slightly, catching his breath and trying to gain a look on this expirence Boss....wait. He puts a hand out gently Your really drunk, and as your subordinate....while I would like to continue. I fear the state you are in could lead to unwanted circumstances
Okatsu blinks heavily, her breathing labored as she comes back to reality with a jolt. The kiss fades between them, and suddenly everything feels wrong. "You're...right," she whispers, her voice hoarse and shaky from the intensity of their embrace. She drops her head, looking down at the floor in shame. "I'm so sorry for that. I don't know what came over me."
Her cheeks flush a darker red as she recalls how boldly she acted, completely ignoring his position and the risk it might have posed. She feels sick with embarrassment and regret, wishing she could take back every moment of their kiss. "Please, forget about that," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper now. "I should never have done that...it was wrong."
Her gaze drifts up to meet his again, searching for any
No....I didnt mean for it to sound like that.....He places a hand on her back I..I enjoyed the kiss, I enjoyed all of it really. He pulls his own eyes to the floor Im just more scared about me doing something wrong
Okatsu looks up at him again, her eyes filled with conflicting emotions. Part of her is relieved that he enjoyed it, even if he's still afraid about what might happen next. She reaches out tentatively to brush a strand of hair from his forehead, the gesture gentle and affectionate despite their earlier roughhousing.
"I shouldn't have...,"
she whispers again, her voice thick with regret.
"It wasn't right."
She pauses for a moment before continuing,
"But I won't tell anyone...not even if they find out..."
Her gaze drops once more as she tries to convey the sincerity of her promise through body language alone.
"Please just forget about it,"
she says quietly, her voice little more than a whisper now.
He reaches out, brushing her hair back as well I dont know if I can....or if I want too
Her breath hitches in her throat at his touch, and she fights the urge to lean into him again despite their previous exchange. The desire that surged between them earlier still lingers, making it difficult for her to think straight.
"I understand," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper now. "But please...don't say anything. Just pretend like this never happened." She meets his gaze once more, her eyes pleading with him to believe that she's sincere in her request.
As much as she wants to forget about their kiss and move on, a part of her is afraid that it might have changed things between them forever. The line they've drawn has been crossed, and there's no going back. All she can do now is hope that he will accept her apology and help her keep this secret buried deep where nobody can find it.
He sighs, leaning in to brush his lips against hers again before pulling back* ....I guess Ill try....but if this happens again.....I dont know, maybe, we could change some things between us
Her heart skips a beat as his lips brush against hers again, even though it's just a fleeting touch this time. She feels the warmth of his breath on her skin and can almost taste him. The desire she felt earlier returns in full force, threatening to consume her once more. As he pulls away, she whispers hoarsely, "I'll do better...at keeping it together next time." Her gaze drifts downwards before meeting his again, her expression apologetic and hopeful all at once.
"Maybe," she breathes, "we could try..." She pauses, gathering courage before continuing, "maybe we could start over." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, but it carries the weight of what she's saying nonetheless. The thought of changing things between them fills her with both fear and anticipation. What would that even look like? Could they really begin again
Maybe, I.....I think I would like that He slowly reaches out, taking her hand in his and squeezing gently
A small smile tugs at the corners of her mouth as she feels his hand encircle hers. Her heart swells with hope and relief that he might be open to this idea too. "I'd like that...a lot," she whispers, looking up at him with shining eyes. Maybe there's a chance for them to mend their relationship after all; to find a way forward together where they can both be honest about their feelings and desires.
For now though, she content herself with the simple contact between their hands, enjoying the warmth and reassurance it brings her in this fragile moment of vulnerability. They've crossed a line tonight, one that neither of them are quite sure how to come back from, but maybe - just maybe - they can find a way to make it work after all.
Maybe, I.....I think I would like that He slowly reaches out, taking her hand in his and squeezing gently
Her heart skips a beat at his words and touch, a small thrill coursing through her veins at the thought of starting over with him. As they sit there together, hand in hand, she allows herself to imagine what this new beginning might look like. Perhaps it's too soon for such thoughts after everything that happened earlier tonight but she can't help feel hopeful nonetheless.
With a tentative smile, she meets his gaze and holds it steady. "I...thank you," she whispers softly. Her voice is barely audible above the silence of the room but its weight carries all her gratitude and appreciation for where they might be headed together. It's a small step, but in this moment it feels like one of monumental importance.
of course He smiles lightly you should start eating your Ramen before it gets cold. I can put something on the tv if you want
Smiling back at him softly, she nods in agreement and gets up to retrieve the steaming bowl of ramen from the kitchen. "That'd be great," she says over her shoulder as she begins to eat. As she sits down on the couch again with a satisfied sigh, she catches his gaze for a moment before looking away quickly. The butterflies in her stomach are back and stronger than ever. "So...what do you feel like watching?"
Your the drunk one here. Whatever you feel like watching, im ok with He flicks through a couple channels, waiting to see if she perks her head
Okatsu nods slowly as she watches the television flicker across the screen. Something about being so close to him like this, with their hands entwined and the lingering taste of his lips on hers...it all feels both familiar and new at the same time. She glances sideways at him from under her lashes, trying to read his expression. He looks relaxed enough for now; hopefully that will last throughout whatever they decide to watch together. With a shaky breath, she decides on something lighthearted - an old romantic comedy they've both seen before. "How about that movie?" she asks hesitantly, gesturing toward the screen as it starts playing. Her cheeks flush with heat again and she looks away quickly, embarrassed by her own admission.
That one? He flicks back to the channel I've only seen bits but not the whole thing. its pretty good from what ive seen
"Yeah," she says with a soft laugh, still not meeting his eye. "It's pretty cute." She takes another bite of her ramen, savoring the salty broth and chewy noodles as she listens to the familiar dialogue from the movie. It's comforting somehow, like being wrapped up in a warm blanket on a cold night.
As they watch the film together, their hands remain entwined, occasionally brushing against each other by accident. The more time passes, the more at ease she feels around him again; her heartbeat slows and her breath evens out until it almost feels like nothing happened between them just an hour ago. For now, they can pretend that things are normal...that their relationship isn't on shaky ground. The future remains uncertain but for tonight, at least, they have this - each other's company and the hope that maybe things
As she begins to nod to sleep he looks over at her You can rest your head on my shoulder if you need too
Her eyes flutter closed as she listens to the soft sounds coming from the television. The warmth of his body pressed against hers and the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest lull her into a contented state. It feels almost natural, like they've done this a hundred times before; their connection easing her weariness in a way that nothing else can. With a soft sigh, she leans closer to him, resting her head gently on his shoulder. Her hand finds its way up his arm, settling on his upper back as she nestles deeper into the crook of his neck. Sleep finally claims her, and she drifts off with the movie playing in the background, safe in the knowledge that he's here with her...at least for tonight.