oldhcart:
it was by every definition OVERDRAMATIC to say that she lived for archie’s affection. but after whole-heartedly agreeing to marry them, it often felt like she did. like every dragging day she spent out of their presence was remedied simply by it. like every touch was something she ought to savor; store away for harder moments. like if she had tonight – she ought to breathe it in entirely. in spite of the way they came home MOST nights, and there was never any real worry that archie wouldn’t COME BACK. it was just too precious to waste. to not return on enthusiastic lips and gentled fingertips.
so minnie pulled out of their grasp, only to take them by the hand. she pulled them back into the kitchen, where carefully ( grip still loosened past reason by the BURN in her system ) she met their request. and one glass of water turned to two, upended in rapid succession. it was only when she finished that she grinned beatifically her spouse’s way. “nailed it. ”
and maybe she was DRUNK, but she wasn’t stupid. there was a heaviness with a hold on their eyelids. a sluggish nature to the way that they’d held her close and kissed her. minseo could recognize a tired archie better than anything else on earth, her own works included. THEN AND THERE she made her resolve to have energy enough for the both of them; careful and estatic, to let them know she’d never MIND. placing her hands on their hips and leading them into yet another sweet kiss; the taste of liqour faded considerably by the water. “ what are you in the mood for ? name anything. ”
archie took her grasp loosely like she only allowed, but curled their fingers into hers, both painted, but different colors ( because when archie felt just a bit more fem, a color other than black was okay and on those days, they had been known to coordinate ). as they made it into the kitchen, feet shuffling gently into hers behind her, they had grabbed farther up, taking her hand and then her wrist, her arm --- until she needed it to drink water. they loved her. she was their WIFE. archie didn’t exactly want to stop the show of how much she drank at once because they did want her to drink that much water, if not more, but all at once couldn’t have been the right way. still, archie learned compromise and she had done as asked, even if archie had been the one to follow her into the kitchen --- like the owner to a pet, as if she wasn’t one on some days between the two of them.
there was a soft smile into the kiss, the worry in them subtly subsiding in favor of amusement, of love in every half drunken action. she was a l w a y s willing to prove she didn’t have a problem right when he worried, overcompensating because she must have overheard conversations about her habits, must have seen it in archie’s eyes that they weren’t going to do nothing forever. but they had to be patient about it, because no version meant losing her. archie kissed lips that began to taste more like her again, less dulled down by half nights of bad decisions and half falling in love. “ chinese, “ said archie, then nuzzled into her neck as if to get the question out of the way. suddenly, they resurfaced, looking down at her. “ but i’m not eating. “ as if they weren’t hungry. “ so you pick. you need to be the one eating, anyway. “ it wasn’t self-sacrificing. instead, hunger had been tricky.
