“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!!”
Come on Okatsu... you got work tomorrow.... he said panting as he basically cared and helped her walk out, holding her up by her should before she stumbled into his car, still having a bottle of beer in her hands please don't spill that in here~
Mumbling incoherently through her slurred words "Whut abowt I dwon wan go hwoammeee...." Okatsu replies half-heartedly as she continues to lean on you heavily, giggling drunkenly at her own words. She waves the nearly empty beer bottle around wildly before finally handing it over to you. "Here...you can have this one. I'm sooo tired..."
as he looked at the bottle the urge to drink was insatiable as he had been sober for 5 years, but snapping out of it, he through the cheep beer out the window sorry boss but... I'm not relapsing.... he said under his breath
Okatsu grunted as she watched the beer fly out of the window, looking annoyed before pouting. "Fine...but I'm getting thirsty..." She murmured, leaning against you even more heavily as she shut her eyes, trying to will the headache away.
I can get you water if you need?~ he offered starting the car before starting to drive near a gas station
"Mmm...water sounds good..." Okatsu mumbled, her voice thick with sleep as she drifted in and out of consciousness. She didn't notice the smooth motion of the car changing as he drove to the gas station; all she could focus on was her thirst and exhaustion.
John locked the car before heading inside with out her, letting her slumber, as he grabbed a bottle of water and a cup of coffee, knowing he had to finish the paper work she stacked on him just before work ended and she got shit faced
Okatsu shifted slightly in her seat as she started to wake up a little more; the water and gentle motion of the car starting to revive her somewhat. Her eyes fluttered open for a moment before closing again, but she registered that there was movement outside the car. "Where are we?" She mumbled sleepily, trying to focus on her surroundings.
We're driving back to your place Okatsu..... he said casually before drinking some of his coffee, Okatsu confused to why he's drinking hot coffee near midnight
*Her brow furrowed as she tried to process this information. Something about the situation didn't add up in her groggy state. "But...I'm at work..." She mumbled, shaking her head slightly before letting it loll to the side again. The motion made her stomach churn; the aftereffects of drinking so much wine beginning to take their toll. "Oh..." she breathed, her eyes drooping closed once more as exhaustion dragged at her consciousness like an anchor. With a long sigh, she leaned against John's shoulder again, not caring how much of his shirt she spilled her drink on. The feel of him was comforting in the weird haze that seemed to be creeping over her brain, and she didn't want to fight it anymore. Maybe he would just let her sleep here...
as John pulled up to her house, Okatsu was fast asleep against his shoulder, practically spilling water all over his car seat but didn't care as long as it wasn't the smell of alcohol, john tried waking her up but realized it was pointless, John picking her up and caring to her door before finding out it was locked
(As John struggles with her unconscious form, Okatsu lets out a soft snore before muttering something incoherent under her breath. Her eyebrows knit together as she seems to be fighting for consciousness, but the warmth of his body and the pleasant motion of being carried make it difficult for her to focus.)
Putting her back inside the car, John searched her body, hoping she didn't wake up and think he was creeping on her, while he was just trying to find her house keys
In the quiet darkness, she feels safe and warm, suspended between consciousness and oblivion. A sigh escapes her lips as she nestles deeper into John's shoulder, unknowingly seeking comfort and safety in his presence. Her mind drifts again, floating away on a tide of exhaustion and alcohol-soaked memories.
Her fingers twitch, searching for something solid to grasp onto. She feels him move beneath her, warmth enveloping her as he searches through her body. It's then that she realizes where they are... or rather, where they aren't. "H-house key..." she manages to mumble, a frown tugging at the corner of her lips. "In my..." Her voice trails off as sleep reclaims her once more.
In your were?! whispered as he was a bit frustrated with her, searching her shirt pockets, hoping she didn't wake up at this point as his hands were basically on her breast
The feel of John's hands moving on her body brings her back to the surface of consciousness with a start. For a confused moment, she tries to remember where they are and what they're doing. "Wha-wha?" Her words slur together as sleep still drags at her, making it difficult for her to focus.
She frowns, realizing that he's touching places he shouldn't be; parts of her body that she never shows to anyone else. Embarrassment washes over her in a hot rush, and she squirms uncomfortably under his hands. "I-in my bag," she mumbles, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. "In my handbag..." Her fingers weakly point toward the small leather purse on the passenger seat beside her.
Her head feels like it's filled with cotton; her thoughts are sluggish and
I-im sorry... he whispered out before digging around her handbag finding it and unlocking her front door, picking her up again and carrying her
Her protest dies on her lips as he apologizes; it's not the response she expected and leaves her feeling confused. She doesn't even register that he found her handbag or managed to unlock her door, instead focusing on his touch and the relief of finally being able to curl up into a comfortable position.
As he carries her inside, she sighs contently, half-asleep once more. "Thank you..." her mumbled voice trails off as she nestles deeper against his warm body, feeling safe and protected for the first time in years. The soft rug underneath them cushions their fall, and she lets out a quiet groan of contentment before drifting off again, this time into a deep and peaceful sleep.
as John tries to walk away so he can go back home, Okatsu keeps a firm grip on his arm, his safe and protecting grasp making her want him to stay
Her grip tightens instinctively as she feels the warmth and comfort of his arm beneath her fingers. The touch sends a shiver down her spine, triggering feelings of safety and security that she hasn't experienced in years. She doesn't want him to leave; it's like he's become an anchor for her during this stormy emotional journey. Her eyelids flutter open once more, revealing half-lidded eyes as she gazes up at him beseechingly. "Don't go..." She whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of her own rapid breathing. "Please... just stay with me."
The words feel like they're torn from her chest; they're raw and vulnerable. But she doesn't care. She needs him here; she wants him to understand how much his presence means to her, even if it's only for tonight.
Ugh can I atleast get my laptop to work?~ she quickly answers with a sleepy 'no' as John sighs and sits down Okatsu resting her head on his lap
Her cheeks flush at the sound of her own voice, but she doesn't take it back. Instead, she curls into a tighter ball on the soft rug, clutching his shirt in her fists as if he were some kind of lifeline. As he sits down and sets her head on his lap, she closes her eyes again, relishing in the warmth that seems to emanate from his body. "Just...stay with me..." she whispers, voice barely audible over the sound of her rapid breathing. "Please...just for tonight." Her heart aches with a need for closeness and comfort, things that have been lacking in her life for far too long. It's like he has become the only anchor holding her together, and she doesn't want to let go. Not yet.
If i stay can I get that promotion~ joking with her, not realizing just how much he ment to her in this moment
At the mention of the promotion, her grip on his shirt tightens slightly before relaxing again. There's a small pang in her chest as she thinks about all that's been promised to him; all he could achieve if only he kept going. She knows she should want him to have it, but somehow...she can't help feeling selfish. "You deserve it," she mumbles, barely loud enough for him to hear. "More than anyone else." Her fingers idly stroke his thigh as she gazes up at him with heavy-lidded eyes, the trust and admiration in her expression making his heart ache. "But if...if you stay tonight, I want to know..." She hesitates for a moment before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper. "...I want to know that it's because you want to be with me."
W-what?~ her words peirce his heart with care and affection, he wanted to stay with her, but is scared this might interfere with his work of course I want to be with you~ he said his voice filled with caring and support
Her eyes widen at his words, hope sparking briefly to life within them before flickering out once more. "I know you do," she murmurs softly, uncertainty clouding her voice as she tries to read his expression. She looks down, feeling a sudden surge of guilt and shame. "But I don't want this to interfere with your work...with what you need." Her cheeks flush hotly as she thinks about how much she's relied on him over the past few years; how selfish she's been, taking advantage of his kindness while never truly giving anything back. "I'm sorry," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of her own rapid breathing. "For everything...for being such a burden..." She bites her lip, unable to meet his gaze as she feels tears begin to well up in her eyes. "I just wanted someone to be
...with me." Her voice cracks as the tears spill over and roll down her cheeks, leaving hot trails in their wake. "Even just for tonight..." She hiccups, taking a shaky breath before looking up at him once more, searching his face for some sign of understanding or compassion.
Her heart aches with the knowledge that she's hurt him; that she hasn't been the friend and colleague he deserves. But it hurts even more to feel so alone in this world, like no one else could possibly understand how lost and lonely she truly is. Maybe...maybe all she wants is someone to be with her for just a little while longer, even if it means risking everything else.
Her hand finds his cheek, tracing the rough stubble with shaking fingers before cupping his face gently, tenderly. "Please," she whispers hoarsely,
with out anymore words ,John hugs her tightly, his eyes starting to water as he's never been kind to her either, giving her back talk before, John wanting to let her know he forgives her it's okay.... he says with a shaky voice i-i forgive you~ meeting her gaze with an affectionate and loving stare
Tears streaming down her face, she buries herself deeper into his embrace, her shoulders shaking with silent sobs as relief washes over her in a warm flood. She clings to him like a drowning woman thrown a life preserver, feeling the tension ease from her body for the first time in what feels like ages. "Thank you," she whispers brokenly against his neck, her voice raw with emotion. "Thank you for being so kind..."
Her fingers slide up to cradle his jaw, tracing the line of his cheekbone before coming to rest on the stubble above his lips. For a long moment, they just stare at each other, their hearts laid bare and aching in the quiet stillness of the night. And then, without another word, she leans in and presses her lips gently against his; timid at first before growing bolder, more confident as he meets
She pushes him down against the couch, Okatsu leaning and pressing her body onto him, as the kissed passionately, Okatsu's tongue finds its way into John's mouth, being confident due to her drinking as John hums in satisfaction
Her lips move against his with desperate hunger, her tongue tangling with his in a dance of passion and need. She feels the warmth spreading through her body like wildfire; it's intoxicating, consuming, leaving no room for anything but this moment. As she presses herself closer to him, grinding against his hips, he moans deep in his throat, a hand finding its way underneath her shirt to cup her breast through her bra.
Her breasts tighten at the touch, sensitive nipples beading into hard peaks that press against the fabric of her bra and panties. A soft, needy whimper escapes her as she arches into his hand, her hips moving faster against his. She hasn't felt this wanted or desired in so long; it's like a dam has broken inside her, and all these emotions are finally pouring out.
Her