Someone requested a ‘Drunk Kym’ fic, so here you go. I really hope you don’t all hate it. lol
“So, what do you think?” she asks, looking at my reflection in the mirror and motioning to her dress.
“I think I’d much rather stay here and do this instead of embarrassing myself trying to dance with you tonight,” I respond, taking her hand and turning her to face me.
I wrap my arms around Kym’s waist and kiss her. It’s true, my favorite place to be is wherever she is, but I’m not particularly fond of going out and dancing with her and her friends. I love dancing with Kym, but I know I pale in comparison to her, and look like a shark out of water in a group of her friends, or really anyone for that matter. It’s a lot of pressure. But as usual, I know that as soon as I get out there, she’ll smile at me and wrap her arms around my neck, and I’ll be completely hers. She’s good at making me feel invincible. It’s just the anticipation that always kills me.
“Mmm, baby,” she says, pulling away and looking up at me, “I love this too. But we told them we’d be there, so we have to go. It’ll be fun. Plus, I think you look very sexy when you dance with me.”
“Well, thank you baby, but you have to say that.”
“No I don’t, it’s true! Sure, maybe you don’t know all of the steps, and you’re a little bit shy, but to me, you’re always incredibly sexy.”
“Kymmie,” I say, inching closer to her lips, “don’t you think I look more sexy when we’re doing this?” I kiss her once more, but she quickly pulls away, placing her hands on my chest.
“Trick question. I can’t see you when we’re doing this.”
“Okay, you got me. But promise me something?”
“Maybe…”
“We won’t stay too long? I’d like to get back home and do what I’m better at,” I say, my eyebrows raised.
“Oh…and what’s that?” she asks, running her hands up and behind my neck. I smile and hug her, turning to whisper in her ear.
“Get me home early,” I breathe, “and you might find out. Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”
She pulls away, her hands still around my neck and smiles at me. It reminds me of the way she looked at me when we were eliminated, and all of a sudden I’m suspended in that moment.
“What is it, Kymmie? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I just love you. That’s all.”
“That can’t be all.”
“No, you’re right. It’s everything.”
She kisses me and takes my hand as we head out to the car.
“Here you go,” I say, handing her the glass of wine she had asked me to get for her.
“Thank you baby, you want sip?” She says loudly over the music, draping her free arm across my shoulders.
“No, I’ve had two drinks already, Kymmie. Somebody has to drive home.”
“Roberrrrttt,” she whines, hanging off of me like some sort of cute little monkey. I wrap my arm around the small of her back and gently lead her to the table I’ve been occupying for most of the night, to avoid having to dance.
“Kymmie,” I whisper in her ear, “I think you may have had just a bit too much to drink tonight already, baby.” I take her glass from her hand and sit it on the table. I’ve been watching her all night, dancing with her when she absolutely begged me to, but otherwise letting her have fun with her friends. This doesn’t normally happen, rarely, if at all. But tonight she seems a bit…wild. She’s had two drinks already, and then Cheryl convinced her to do a round of shots with her. All in fun. But I’ll admit, while it’s funny to experience a drunk Kym at first, my protective nature usually overwhelms me and I feel the need to hold her even closer, if that is possible. Tonight is no different. Suddenly she responds by kissing me furiously, her lipstick staining my lips.
“Baby,” she slurs, “I want.” I pause, trying to understand what she means, to no victory.
“You want what, Kymmie?”
“Youuuuu. I want youuuuuu!” I try not to laugh at the sight before me as a wrap my arm around her.
“Baby, you already have me.”
“I tired. You?” She quickly lays her head in my lap, patting my head like she pats Lola, with her free hand. Okay, I think, that’s it. Time to go home.
“Kymmie?” I question sweetly, knowing how hard it is to convince her of anything when she’s had too much to drink.
“Mmphh,” she mumbles.
“I have a really fun idea,” I say, lifting her chin.”
“Ooohhhhh, fun!”
“Yeah! See, if we go home and get a good night’s sleep tonight then tomorrow…”
“DISNEY LAND?!” she interrupts screaming, like a 5 year old little girl who’s just had candy. I decide to comply with her drunken dream.
“Yes. If we leave right now, and get a really good night’s sleep, we can go to Disney Land tomorrow. Deal?”
Instead of answering, she sloppily kisses me…and I mean sloppily. I stand up and take her hands, and immediately notice that she can barely walk, let alone say goodbye to her friends. I leave her sitting for a few moments while I let everyone know we’re leaving, and then I return to her, wrapping my arm so tightly around her waist for support that I’m practically carrying her. We almost have a few falls as we make our way to the car, but I manage to get her in the passenger seat.
“Oh, baby I forgot to buckle you in, can you-”
“Shhhh,” she says, pressing a finger to my lips, “I got it. Yep. I got it.”
I watch with a smile on my face as she reaches for the seatbelt, missing it four times before she finally grabs ahold of it. She pulls too fast and it gets stuck, and she pouts.
“Come onnnnnn stupid!”
“Kymmie.”
“I can!”
“Baby…”
“What?”
“Let me, please.” I kiss her on the hand that I get to release the seatbelt, and gently buckle her in.
When we arrive home, Kym is asleep. She’d look peaceful if I didn’t know that the alcohol had knocked her out. Nevertheless, she’s still breathtaking to me, and I gently reach out and trace my fingertips across her chin, leaning in and kissing her forehead before I get out of the car. I open the door and she stirs, but really has no idea what’s going on. I gently but firmly cradle her in my arms and carry her inside. I stop at the couch and sit her down, just long enough to hang up our jackets. I pick her back up and carry her to the bedroom, laying her down gently on the bed. I grab one of my tshirts and sit it to the side as I take off her shoes, then her dress. I slip on the tshirt and she finally wakes up. Without saying anything, she grabs both sides of my shirt and looks up at me.
“Are we home?”
I kiss her. “Yeah, we’re home. Are you feeling okay?”
“My head,” I stop her, kissing her forehead.
“Here,” I move her back under the covers, tucking her in and kissing her forehead. “I’ll go get a wet rag and some Tylenol. Do you need anything else?”
“No.”
She closes her eyes and ruffles her brow as she lays there, and I rush to get her what she needs. When I return, I turn off the overhead lights, and crawl next to her with the glass of water. I help her sit up and hand her the pill, raising the glass to her mouth so she can drink. After she does, I take the rag and press it to her forehead, pulling her into my chest and kissing her head. I hold her. That’s the only thing I know to do when I’ve exhausted all other efforts. After a few minutes she turns in my arms.
“Baby?”
“What is it Kymmie?”
“Don’t ever let me do that.”
“What, baby?”
“Drink.” I smile and kiss her head once more.
“Well, if you do, I’ll take care of you. Okay?”
“Okay. Robert?”
“Yes?”
“Disney Land?”
“Disney Land.”
I kiss her and lay her back down, getting up to change for bed. When I come back I can’t help but stare at her. She is perfect. She is mine. And though tonight was crazy, though I didn’t get to do what I had originally planned, I realized that what I was better at than anything else in life is loving her. All I want is to take care of her. Forever. And that’s just what I plan to do.
