LATE NEW YEARS POST WOOOOO BOY. I know it’s not new years anymore, but still. Have a thing! 😀
Drabble Challenge: #79 – “My name isn’t Leslie…who’s Leslie?”
Speaking over the music was a challenge. It thrummed through the air, shaking you to your bones. Gladio, thanks to his size, had managed to get to you on the dance floor and pull you into a booth near by. Both of you were dizzy with happiness, and giddy from the drinks.
It was New Years night, and this club in particular had been closed to the public for those close to the crown. Nobles and retainers alike were celebrating together, free from having to worry about press and security leaks. The prince, ordinarily in Gladio’s charge for such a night, had elected to stay in his apartment, bringing in the year with his best friend, and Ignis.
Being the person ‘courting’ Gladio had it’s perks. This was probably the best new years party you’d been to. However, the music was starting to become ridiculously loud, and the air too stuffy for you to handle.
“Let’s leave!” You shouted about the music, your face flushed and feeling giggly.
“Leslie? My name isn’t Leslie…Who’s Leslie?” Gladio was snickering behind his hand. It looked like you weren’t the only one who might need fresh air.
“I said, Let’s leave!” You ended up laughing as Gladio nodded and began tugging you along through the crowd. It didn’t take long to reach the front doors. You went out without your coats, figuring you’d be coming right back in. The cool night air was doing wonders for you both. The the shouts and cheers from inside the club caught your attention.
10…9…8…
When had it gotten so late?
“Gladio!” You shouted when he suddenly swept you up into his arms. Normally not a big feat for him, but with the alcohol in his system, he staggered backwards until his was leaning against the wall with you still in his arms.
5…4…3…
Both of you laughed as you adjusted your weight in his arms, lost together in the giddiness of the night. He soon regained his feet just in time to press a soft kiss to your mouth.
2…1…
It started with a gentle pressing of his lips to yours. It was cautious, almost reminiscent of your first kiss. As if scared he’d hurt you, or scare you away… Then his movements became more heated. A soft bite to your bottom lip to gain admittance, tongue slowly exploring the inside of your mouth. He took his time, wanting you dazed, wanting you to feel just how much you meant to him. Eventually, the need to breath would become too much to bear, and you’d have to pull away.
But not yet. Not yet.
“Happy new year.” He whispered against your lips, before continuing his kiss.
Imagine Final Fantasy 