alternate option: DRUNK KISS
beeb!!!! thank you so, so much for this!! that would be prompt #3. Drunk/sloppy kiss from this prompt list. Please have my humble offering of immortal husbands for you :3
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There are two main stages to Joe’s inebriation.
Drunk Joe is nothing short of a dream.
He’s Prince Charming with a Martini-loosened tongue and poetry rolling easy off his tongue, a man passionately dedicated to wooing Nicky, as if Nicky needed to be wooed. He’ll take Nicky’s hand just for the pleasure of holding it to his lips and whisper against Nicky’s palm, My love, my sweet, light of my life, thus triggering a chorus of groans from their shared family, and Nicky would marry him any day just for that, again and again and again.
Sometimes Nicky just lets him run his mouth to his heart’s content. Lets Joe crowd him in the corner of their booth and peer lovingly in Nicky’s eyes as he crafts the love confession of the century – and then Nicky will kiss him sweet, kiss him leisurely, simply because, even after nine centuries, Joe still manages to find new words to say I love you.
Now, Very Drunk Joe is the ultimate sweetheart.
It takes a good while to get him here, but it’s so, so worth it. He’s a giggly mess, hot pink cheeks and soft tufts of hair, eyes gleaming so bright Nicky is sure they can be seen from space, along with Paris and Vegas and the whole of New York lit up on Christmas Eve.
Very Drunk Joe has, unfortunately, lost the ability to produce fully-formed sentences, and only speaks telegraphese.
He has both of them squeezed together on Nicky’s side of the bed, and he’s curled up into Nicky’s side, his head resting on Nicky’s shoulder as he traces the long, long line of Nicky’s nose with his fingertip.
“Pretty,” he slurs, entirely fascinated. “Pretty nose man.”
Nicky nudges playfully into his touch. “Thank you, love.”
Joe looks up at him, earnest and adoring as the day they first got married; and whatever it is that he sees, whatever light sparks so warmly in him when he meets Nicky’s gaze, Nicky hopes it will never go out.
“Kiss me?” Joe demands with a toothy grin – Nicky could laugh, it’s so damn endearing.
“If you promise to sleep, after.”
Joe doesn’t miss a single beat. “Promise,” he grins, already leaning in.
He misses Nicky’s mouth by a good inch, nearly poking his own lovely nose straight into Nicky’s eye, and he giggles, soft and bubbly against Nicky’s cheek. Oh. Nicky’s lost. Nicky’s been lost for so long, he never even cared to count the years, or the decades, or the hours he’s spent wandering, stumbling, waltzing into love with this man.
“Come here.”
Joe’s skin is so, so warm under Nicky’s guiding hand. His mouth tastes like too many cocktails and the barest hint of pineapple, a little sour, a little sharp; but still Nicky knows, he’ll never taste anything sweeter than this.
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