Antigonish {ap}

“You seem to really want me to stay. Are you that in love with me, hmmm?” Her hand casually rose to stroke the back of his head, her hand running over the blue hue, occasionally weaving her fingers through them.

“I dunno… I didn’t consider having to take care of you like a nurse does with old patients, but if I have to take off your pant and make sure you piss in the toilet with proper aim, I guess I will…” She gave a soft noise of disapproval at the idea, though, her voice drifting as she continued petting him.

“Love? Am I in love with you? Is that why I want you to stay? Mmmmm, that might be...” he speaks in a more hushed tone, his lips grazing her neck as he moves them to speak. He settles deeper, like if he were too attached.

“You’re so darling when you admit to needing me, you know? It just boosts my self esteem.” Instead of simply letting him lean on her, she quite literally swept him off his feet at the affectionate burrowing, carrying him off to the bathroom only to gently set him back down once they’ve arrived.

“Do what you have to do. Unless you wan me to take charge with this as well?”

“If it makes you stay, I’ll boost your self esteem whenever you want~” he teased, not even reacting as he’s lifted up by her and carried to the bathroom. He still had his face buried into her neck when he was set back on the ground again.

“Just admit you are, you helpless blueberry.” She let him do as he pleased, perhaps even enjoying it with how she was petting his hair as he clinged on.

“Sure thing. To the bathroom we go.”

“I miiiiiiiiiight have grown helpless in your presence, then,” he coos, his face burying itself into her shoulder with a smile.

“What, are you growing despondent without my presence?” There was a chuckle now, as her arm tugged him close to her for support ( and another chance to tease him, perhaps ).

“Only because you’re so sweet and adorable I’ll let you share the bed with me. If you want to tuck in with me, you better clean yourself up. Brush your teeth, go to the bathroom if you need.”

“Am I...? Maybe I am... I dunno...” A teasing lilt fit into his voice as he reached his hand out to her, trying to cling as closely to her as he possibly could.

“Oh, I’m sure it will. You’re the one that brought that topic back this time, but ‘ll forgive you.” She sets the cup down once he’s finished, slowly standing up as to not topple Mercutio from the lack of support from her. However, having taken a look at the bed, she paused.

“Hmm…. should I get them to get us another bed?”

“How saintly you are~~!” His smile grew as he placed a palm on the table before him to make sure he didn’t fall over when she began to move away. He still swayed, and his smile became teasing once he turned to her.

“I think you should try, at the very least. It’ll be a good look on you.” As she spoke she downed most of the alcohol herself, though she spared a bit ( to which she had pressed the glass onto his lips gently ). 

“You said you wanted a dip in the pool again, but I really think you’re ready to sleep.”

“Will it be as good a look as the color red? You always make a deal to comment on that...” Regardless, he drinks from the glass she touches onto his lips, taking measured sips as he tried to maintain a balance.

“Really? Maybe you should have a bit more to drink. I like you like this.” She leaned forward to bump her forehead to his. One hand scooped his blue hair, bringing his up with her to sit upright. Her other hand held a glass still full of alcohol.

“So demanding. Why don’t you try begging nicely?”

“Maybe I should~,” escaped his lips in a slurred tone, his face bathed in the red warmth of inebriation, letting her do whatever she pleased with himself. Sitting himself straight up, he kept himself balanced as best he could with the help of her hand on his head.

“Maybe I want to see you make a fool of yourself more. Or drunk enough to sleep still, so I can actually snuggle you.” Her hand stroked his cheek now. It seemed she didn’t have much intent to move.

“You bet I will.” Gently she had guided him to rest on the floor, being careful as to take his glass of alcohol as to not spill. She was on top now one finger tracing his jaw.

“Are you drunk yet?”

“Oh my, oh my~!” he exclaimed in a more hushed tone as she moved to lay him on the floor. His face lit up with the same teasing lilt that came about a carefree mood.

“I’ve done more scandalous things before, haven’t I? And I’ve been selfish, haven’t I? Don’t be so surprised, dear husband.” She leaned in with a devious grin, if only to play with his antics. 

“I’d say you’re a treasure worth stealing. What’s it like, to be taken by me, hmmm?”

“Whaaaaaaa~! You’re actually going to do it~.” He didn’t move a single centimeter when she leaned in, but continued on with playing along with the scandal.

“If that’s the case, I don’t think you can take another dip into the pool. I’ll have to steal you to fall asleep in you arms.” It’s not like she hasn’t done it, but since she was oddly pleasant in following his suggestions, perhaps he saw it coming.

“Then again, if you go dip by yourself,  won’t stop you.” Her eyes stayed on his as she tilted back to empty her glass.

“What’s this, what’s this? You wanna take my word and steal me away from the hot springs to selfishly keep me all to yourself? Oh my, oh my~! How scandalous~!” Mercy’s lit up, knowingly exaggerating her statement as he held his refilled cup in his hand.

“I’d take you up on the offer, but some of us actually do get sleep, you know. Falling asleep on you like this won’t be as nice as tucking into blankets, wouldn’t you say?” If her glass wasn’t empty only a few seconds ago, it certainly was now.

“So then, there’s still time before I’m calling it a day. Do you have anything else in mind?”

“I don’t know, have you ever fallen asleep in someone’s arms as you buried your face into their nape? It’s rather comfortable~.” He leaned against her as he stretched to reach the bottle on the table, bringing it to him to refill both of their cups. A clink was heard as he placed the bottle back on the table.

“So then, how long do you intend for me to sit on your lap? Don’t get me wrong, it is very comfortable.” Placing the skewer away after feeding him and herself the last pieces, she reached for her alcohol, turning away as she posed the question.

“Surprising, isn’t it? You better make sure to remember this moment. I’m not going to say it again.” With that she gently placed a piece of meat where he could easily tug it off ( and as he did, she gently slid it away from the skewer ). 

“Pretty good, right?”

“I’m sure I won’t.” He bit on the meat offered to him as she slid the skewer away, leaving only the slice of beef in his mouth. He chewed it, lips greasy from the juices, and swallowed with gusto.

“Maybe you should, since you’re probably better at their job than them.” She took the skewer, tongue darting out to lick her lips before taking a bite of the meat.

“Want a bite? I promise I won’t stab you as you open your mouth.”

“My, now you’re flattering me, too?”

“Ooh….” Her hand laxed from its tugging, knowing she’d likely receive more touching on her back if she didn’t. Relaxing from her tensing, she leaned on him ever more, her arms resting on his shoulder. After the brief moment of rest she had lifted herself away a little to receive the food.

“Hmmm… It’s delicious since you’re feeding it to me.” 

“Is that the only reason why? I feel bad for the cooks,” he joked, glancing over her shoulder to take a crab leg and dip it in sauce before eating it. While chewing, he reached for one of the snacks (which was really only food to be eaten while drinking) and brought her a steak skewer.

“Ah…..!” Indeed she gave the noise, the response immediate. Her eyes widened as her back arched into him ( was that a blush coloring her cheek? ), clearly she hadn’t anticipated him to constantly strike back at her. Perhaps it was this that had her reaction for his hair, weaving a hand into the scalp and tugging on it.

“H-hand feeding me, dear…? You shouldn’t have.”

His own response was also immediate, a rather loud grown escaping his lips as he leaned his head back. In retaliation, he moved on the spot on her back one more time, before returning to hand feeding her.