When I woke up the next morning, there’s only one way to describe how I felt; like shit. I felt like I had the flu. A really bad case of the flu. My head was pounding, my throat was sore, the head felt like it was stuffed with cotton wool but there was just enough space in there for me to have the world’s worst hangover. Damien was half asleep, snuggled up to me. He woke up a little more when I groaned, locking my lips in a sleepy kiss.
"Why do I feel like I've got the flu?" I asked, kissing back.
"You drank too much last night"
I groaned again and his fingers twisted in my hair.
"Don't ever let me drink again"
"Lightweight" he said, chuckling a little.
"Shuddup" I prodded him.
"Not my fault you get pissed so quickly"
"Hey, I was almost drunk when you found me, bitch"
"Mmm. Can't deny the sex was good though, no matter how drunk you were" he smirked a little.
"You don't even remember?"
"Honey, the whole night's a blur to me"
"Poor baby. I'm gonna have a shower" he said, sitting up.
Under any other circumstances I would’ve been in there with him like a shot but I didn’t want to move. Moving meant more pain. I went back to dying as Damien slipped off into the shower. Why couldn’t I get back to sleep? Sleep is good. And not painful.
“Coffee?" Damien asked, coming out of the bathroom fully dressed.
I whined. It was my best way of saying yes.
I nodded and he kissed my forehead.
“I'll be back as soon as, 'kay?"
He left and I went back to dying. I managed to stumble out of bed after a while to go get some water. Which is when I found the bag of white powder. Oh, Damien...
He came back with coffee and painkillers after a while and I couldn’t hold back the unimpressed look on my face. He honestly looked kind of surprised.
I held up the bag. "Care to explain?"
He glanced at it. "I got high last night"
"Even though you're s'posed to be coming off the drugs"
"M'sorry" he put the coffees down and I sighed.
He sat on the end of the bed, the whole situation being kind of awkward.
I looked at it again. "How much did you even take?"
He shrugged. "Few lines, I guess. I was already drunk by the time I bought it, let alone took it"
I bit back another sigh as he looked at the floor.
"Wait, when did you buy it?"
"I dunno. You were drunk enough to let me, though" he shrugged again.
I felt my eyes widen.
"What? It was just one night. Forget about it"
I kept staring at him.
"I dunno, I don't remember. All I remember is getting drunk with you, you letting me get some drugs and then fucking you senseless - which you loved, by the way"
I blushed and he sighed.
"I'm sorry okay? I'm sorry that you probably ended up doing drugs, I'm sorry I definitely ended up doing drugs, blah, blah, blah, all my fault, I know"
I held my arms out for a hug, wrapping them around him when he came over to me.
He kept hugging me and I ran a hand through his hair. He planted a baby of a kiss on my lips and I kissed back as best as I could. He leant his head against my shoulder and I kissed the top of it.
"Don't let me get you drunk again. I don't wanna drag you into this shit as well"
I chuckled. "Not even for awesome sex?"
"I'd rather you were sober enough to remember it" he smiled and I smiled back. "I'm guessing you want me to throw that away now, then?" he said, almost looking sad.
I didn’t say anything and he arched an eyebrow a tiny bit.
"Well, I mean, maybe it wouldn't hurt to..."
I sort of nodded at it and he laughed a little.
"What happened to me getting clean?"
"You can get clean once it's gone"
He smiled, kissing me when I smiled back.
"Got those painkillers?"
He pointed at them, next to the coffee, handing them to me when I couldn’t reach.
"Thanks" I smiled, taking some.
He drank some of his own coffee and I cuddled him again.
"What're we doing today, then?"
"I dunno, but since Danny doesn't want to be around, I'm thinking... shopping and sex? Or sex and shopping. Or just sex"
I hummed. “Sex is good”