wake up in my arms ♔ august & esme
WHO: august sandoval and esmeralda garcia WHAT: august picks drunken esme up from a bar and it all goes downhill from there WHERE: mostly august's new townhouse WHEN: March 9th Synopsis: Esme shouldn't have been texting August after each drink and she shouldn't have agreed to let him come pick her up. She definitely shouldn't have made flirty passes at him as though nothing had changed. But she did. And for his part, August probably shouldn't have offered to come get her in the first place and shouldn't have let her bedroom eyes make him pause. He definitely shouldn't have said he loved her again ... but he did.
August zipped up his coat and locked the door. The new place was nowhere as big as his old home in Florida, but it didn't have the memories either. His daughters had been asleep a few hours, so he just cradled them, careful not to wake them, and buckled them into their car seats. None of them even stirred. The night was cold and the streets were still ice capped and covered in debris from the avalanche. He turned the heat way up in the van. His new home was farther from the main area of town, tucked in a small, suburban townhome complex. He worried about Esme: Drunk, young, and willing around a bunch of men. His Esme. His fingers tightened on the steering wheel. He drive carefully on the slick roads, but faster than most dared. He pulled into the parking lot. "im here. third isle. quiet I have sleeping children" he sent her a text.
The text, like the others, was blurry and took Esme a few reads to piece together in her mind. Sleeping children? Why would they be sleeping in a place like this? The music was thumping and there were hands and bodies everywhere she turned, trying to coax her back to the dance floor in the bar/nightclub establishment. She wandere towards the door, though, bidding farewell toher two male copanions (Benjamin and Terry - close but not quite as she recalled to Gus). Her heels were obscenely tall and she sway dangerously atop them as she wandered out of the bar. She spotted Augusts car and swayed her way over, hiccuping softly and tugging her sweater tightly around her scarcely covered figure, leaning down to tap on the window. "Come inside?" She smiled, hearing a catcall from behind her. "Its sooooo nice inside."
August waved her in, rolling the window down. "You'll catch your death out there." He turned to find a face for the voice. He huffed. "We were just leaving," He called back. "Come on Essie,"
Esme pouted, leaning to rest her elbows in the window of the car, not bothering to adjust the neckline of her dress where it so obviously dipped down. "Please come in with me?" She whined before her gaze moved to the back seat. "Oh!" She gasped in recognition. Her voice then dropped to a whisper. "Sleeping children," she nodded her understanding and with one last shiver she was getting in the car.
He rolled his eyes. "No, Esme," He told her sternly. He nodded. "Yes, so shh." He rolled the windows back up, to get the van toasty again. He looked her over, checking for marks or anything out of place. She looked just fine. Better than fine. He left the parking lot, hoping this wasn't going to be painfully awkward.
Esme folded her legs, not bothering to stifle her heavy sigh. Her head was swimming and she knew she'd regret every drop but for now it was worth it. "You look so pretty all sleepy," she grinned lazily. "You sure you should be drivin' I have my license." Her words were slurred but soft and she leaned towards him so he'd hear.
He chuckled. He had a long drive a head of him. The roads were mostly empty since it was so late, so at least traffic wouldn't slow it down. "You're drunk," He told her. "I was getting ready to go to bed when you texted." He said. He couldn't look at her. She was so close l, but wouldn't bring himself to look her in the eyes.
Her head nudged against his upper arm, hand automatically falling to his thigh ."I am very most definitely not drunk," she protested. "Just a lil tipsy, pretty boy." Her hand squeezed his thigh absently and she hummed. "In your new home?"
He sighed. "You are absolutely shit faced, babe." He said. He fidgeted at the touch. This had been a bad idea. Gus hasn't sorted through his feelings before seeing her again. She became a forbidden topic in his home. Alice kept giving him a look, ready for the question to roll the moment he gave the green light. "Yeah..." He trailed, not sure what the question entailed.
There it was again, the niggling feeling that something was off. Her lips fell into a pout and she sighed heavily. "Not princess?" Esme whined, pressing closer to him before groaning as her stomach lurched. She wrapped an arm around her own midriff and waited as the feeling passed. "Are you far from me now? Did you move so I wouldn't find you?"
"No," He told her, softly. He swallowed, hands becoming cold and clammy on the wheel. It took all his strength to not leaning to her or pull her closer. She didn't love him, he couldn't keep letting her play him. "Um, kinda." August chewed at his bottom lip. "What? No. I just couldn't live with my parents forever. Especially with three kids."
Esme's head lifted from his arm and her hand moved back into her own lap. No. August didn't often tell her no and it cut through her dazedness rather sharply. "Oh," she answered softly, looking out the window at the lights as they danced along. She listened to him still but felt a wave of emotion settling over top of her that she didn't want to risk spilling. "Alright..." her voice shook a little. She was getting to the emotional drunk part of the night.
He could tell he'd hurt her feelings, but she'd also hurt his. Were they even now? Even if they were, it wouldn't change anything. He bit at his lip. He pulled up to the gate of the complex of his new home. He rolled the window down and punched the code in. The streets were dark as they passed each building. He wanted to say so much, but none of it felt right.
Esme stayed silent as well, feeling her heart sink lower and lower in her chest. When the car was stopped, she looked over at him, knowing her cheeks were flushed and eyes glossy from drinking. "I can just catch a cab... or walk home I... getting in trouble doesn't matter." She slurred her words again and her hand couldn't propely find the door handle to get out. She was a mess in her little black dress and tangled hair.
He pulled into the driveway. "No, it's cool, Esme." He told her, giving her a sad little smile. Though, he didn't stick around. He pounced from the car and opened the side door to unlock his daughters from their seats. He tucked Elodie on his hip. He opened Esme's door on his way past, then unlocked his front door rushing the sleeping child back to her bed, then out the door to get another.
Esme sat in the car for a long while just watching August whisk his little ones off to bed. She should leave. He didn't deserve this, shouldn't have to deal with her drunken self. Mind made up she unsteadily got to her feet and tried to make her way not into his place but back towards the street. She didn't even make it o the end of the car before needing to stop and support herself to keep the world from spinning.
August tucked all three children into bed before noticing Esme's direction. "Esme?" He called to her, confused. He watched her land against the car and rushed over to her. His protective instinct took over. "Esme? Are you okay?" He took her into his arms. "Come on, lets go inside." He whisper, leading her.
"Why won't the world just stay steady, damn it," she cursed in a hiss, leaning heavily against him. Esme let him lead her back towards the door, ankles wobbling precariously in her heels. She gripped into his shirt to help aid her walking, cheeks flushed in embarrassment.
"Now you know why I don't drink." He said. He took on most of her weight and closed the door behind them. The house was quiet, and empty except for a few boxes scattered about. He lead her into his room, switching on the light. "You can sleep now if you want,"
Esme huffed, glancing around the room before turning back to August. "What if I'm not tired?" She asked, still holding his shirt even as she was steadied in his arms. She looked up at him through her lashes before her gaze shifted down to his lips.
He smiled a little. She was still so Esme that it hurt. It made his insides turn to jello and his heart squeezed. "You sound like my children," He teased. He cleared his throat and stepped away from her. "Um, you can freshen up or whatever in the bathroom," He pointed to the little door leading to the en suite. "Um, I'll find you something to wear I you want."
Esme wanted to pout again but she knew she was lucky to have a place to stay at all. She still waited a beat to see if August might cave before slowly making her way into the bathroom to splash water on her face, and try and make some sense of the messy drunk she was tonight. She would have jumped in the shower but her zipper was too difficult as was getting off her shoes.
August picked through his boxes on the floor. He didn't have much, everything was in Florida. He would have a barren home for a while. He picked her a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. He was beginning to feel childish. Should they just make up already? Was there anything left to salvage of their relationship? Or whatever they were.
Esme was leaning against the doorway when Gus came back. Her eyes were closed and she was already beginning to feel a slight throb of her head. Her eyes fluttered open at the sound of his return and she gave him a sad smile. "Help me?" She asked softly, gesturing towards the zipper of the tiny dress, her coverup dropped to the floor haphazardly.
Gus set the clothing on the mattress that laid on the floor. "Um, sure," He swallowed, moving to her. He pushes the hair off her neck and pulled the zipper down. "Uh, yeah, I'll leave you to it then," He coughed, feeling awkward as he went for the bedroom door.
Esme let out a whimper, turning around to where he was retreating. "Where are you going?" She asked, lower lip.jutting out in disapproval. She casually let the dress slide to the floor, bending down to unceremoniously wrench the heels off her aching feet before looking back to August almost hopefully. "Please stay?"
August's voice got caught. Half dresses and asking him to stay. This was a terrible idea. "Um, I was gonna go sleep in my daughters' room." He told her, his voice cracking. "I---," He gulped, still looking her over. "Get dressed. Get some sleep," He told her, heart racing
Esme took a few steps closer to him as opposed to the bed where the clothes were laid out. She tipped her head to one side, reaching out a hand for him with a frown creasing her brow. "Please, babe," she whined softly. "You can't make me sleep alone... please?" Esme was never one to beg but going to bed in August's house without him seemed wrong. And she couldn't deny that seeing him in front of her again after nearly two weeks apart didnt send her heart hammering and her thoughts elsewhere.
August was deciding what moral he would act on. He couldn't sleep with her, she didn't love him, August wasn't interested in flings or hook ups or anything that couldn't lead to settling down. That's who August was. "I can't," He said. He wasn't going to keep letting her trample on his heart. He kept seeing the horror on her face when he'd said he loved her. And god did he love her. Was it that horrible to be loved by him. "Night, Esme."
Not princess. Not even Essie or baby. Nothing. Esme could feel her heart turn over in her chest at the sting of rejection and her eyes started to fill with tears. "Night, August," she whispered, letting her hand fall back to her side and turning to half walk, half stumble to the bed with her blurred vision, slipping on the sweatpants with an indiscreet sniffle.
August didn't know what to do. He didn't want to leave her. Maybe, he decided, he'd try one last time. He picked at his nails as he stood in the doorway, back facing her. "I love you, princess," He said, quietly. He hoped it would say everything he wanted to say, everything he needed to say. He would only wait a beat to see if even meant anything to her.
Just as tears were about to fall, she heard him say it. He still loved her. He still thought she was his princess. She still didn't feel like she could say it back without him knowing everything but it soothed the ache in her chest all the same. She cautiously approached him, t shirt in hand. Her free hand, she lightly touched in between his shoulderblades, willing him to turn around. She wasn't going to break him this time. She couldnt. Not while she herself was drunk and vulnerable.
August sighed, ready to just give up. He had daughters to raise, he had a job and friends, he didn't need her. But in a way he did. He touched her and he turned. She didn't look horrified this time. Her eyes looked like they were capped in glass. He didn't know what to do. He just watched her a long moment. She didn't need to love him yet, just accept the love he had for her. "I love you," He said again, stepping closer to her. "I love you," He whispered over and over, pulling her to him, saying it against her cheek and ear and jawline until the whispers turned to kisses.
She needed to push him away, to tell him to stop loving her so wholly but she couldn't. She couldn't even think of it long enougn before his kisses were drowning out her worries. The room swam again, this time with an overwhelming desire to just hold him close to her like this, to not let him give her the cold shoulder so she let him. For tonight, he could love her and she would deal with the aftermath when she was sober. Her fingers raked through his hair and she just nodded once. It was all she could do.
August was happy. He kept waiting for her to push him away, to tell him she would never love him. But she didn't. Instead, he did the pushing. He guided her to the mattress, arms tight around her waist. He pressed a kiss to her neck. "You tired?" He asked, trying to hide the texture of his voice.
Esme was grateful he was leading because she could do little more than follow. She shook her head quickly, tilting her head to let him have more access. "You?" She asked softly, her voice sounding foreign and gentle, even to her own ears. She should be stopping this, not letting him love someone who didn't deserve it. Esme would make it right later. She had to.
August hummed. "A bit," He confessed. But now his skin was warm and his heart was racing. He kissed her gently.
She leaned up into the touch of his lips, tangling fingers in his loose curls. She had missed kissing him. She already dreaded when she would have to stop. Esme indulged in the taste of his lips until she had to come up for air, gasping into his mouth with a smile against his lips.
Gus deepened the kiss, cupping her cheeks. "I missed you so fucking much," He whined against her lips. He dropped to the mattress and pulled her into his lap. He traced her hipbone. "God, you're beautiful." He sighed. "And funny, and feisty and charming and caring and adventurous and ---" He smiled, sighed happily, and kissed her again.
Esme wanted to groan, to tell him to shut up. Anything to keep the compliments she didn't deserve from falling from his lips. She needed them though, craved them even. As a soft laugh fell from her lips and she indulged herself in the kiss, tears of a different sort gathered behind closed lids. She had honestly never felt so good about herself as she did perched on his lap, being kissed by him. She could forget about everything else for now.
Her laughter gave him the last bit of confidence he needed. He grinned up at her. "Can, can I make you feel good?" He asked, chewing at his lip still unsure where they stood. She looked perfect on his lap, half dressed and laughing. August waited to see if he was going to wake up.
"God, please," she encouraged, moving her hand down from his hair to cup his jawline, tilting his head back so she could just look at him. Beautiful, strong and definitely in love with her, she could have kissed him all night long. Her body was still humming slightly from her buzz but this feeling was different. She was just... happy. At least for tonight. "Please?" She added again softly.
He grinned and pulled her off his lap to lay her on the bed. He hummed, mind beginning to cloud with lust. "So polite," He teased, setting between her thighs. He kissed her belly. "Just so we're clear," He said, looking up at her. "You're /my/ princess," He shot her a big smile before pressing a kiss on her hipbone.
Esme was pliant in his arms, letting him turn her onto the bed. How could anyone even think to say now to the thousand watt dimpled smile that bloomed on August's lips. He looked positively elated, like maybe he'd been the one drinking and had settled into a blissful intoxication. Maybe love did that; Esme was sure she didn't know. "Yours," she agreed breathlessly, eyes locked on his.
August turned to mush with the single word. "Mine," He felt childish saying it, but he had to say it. He kissed at the inside of her thigh, sweetly. Then sucked a bruise below it. There, now he was on her skin again. Then another. He traced a finger over her underwear. "I love you," He whispered into her skin, barely audible.
If he hadn't claimed her with words he was certainly doing so with his kisses. Lovebites were left on the soft skin of her thighs and she drew in a sharp gasp at the simple touch of his finger. The confession only added to the heat growing under her skin, the lust overriding her senses and making her wet at even the slightest tease. "Babe please?" She asked sweetly, not quite sure what she was requesting but needing his attention all the same.
"Of course," He hummed. He sat back to swipe her underwear off and toss them with her dress. He settled back between her thighs. He grabbed at her hipbones to steady her before licking a stripe along the wet folds.
If it weren't for his hands, her hips surely would have bucked forwards at the touch of his tongue. She had missed him; she had needed him. The whimper that left her lips was stifled by her teeth latching onto her lower lip and she shut her eyes for a moment. "Oh god..." she mumbled lowly in approval, gripping the sheets tightly in her fists.
He could feel the need to fidget beneath his hands, so he pushed down harder. He licked and kissed, tasting what he could before sucking softly at her clit. "Good?" He asked, already knowing the answer, voice thick and rough with lust.
August read even the tiniest signs of her body and responded so perfectly, it was no wonder she was in this mess. "So good," she gasped, back arching slightly in pleasure. She pushed her hair back away from her forehead before letting the hand come down to settle atop August's mess of curls. "Thank you," she added, cracking her eyes open to watch him yet again.
He grinned, confident with the sounds that spilled from her mouth. Though, he kept his pace, suckling and licking at her most sensitive place. "You're so pretty like this," He teased, looking up at her from her thighs.
He was smiling again, melting her insides as he ate her out. It was hopelessly unfair and she couldn't keep back the next moan as he continued to lavish down between her legs. "You don't look too bad yourself," she tried to tease back but the way her voice was already breathy with need, she was sure her intention would be lost to lust. Her thighs trembled around him and she nibbled helplessly at her lower lip.
He laughed. "I bet," He said, nonchalantly. He licked at her clit, swirling little circles. He took a hand from her hips and traced a finger around her opening. "You okay?" He asked against her skin.
Esme let her toes curl into the edge of the mattress and hissed with approval. The tease of his finger was unexpected and had her whole body shuddering with need. It had been too long. Far too long. "So okay," she drawled on a high, almost desperate whine. "Please babe..."
He loved to listen to her more than anything. He pushed a single finger in slowly, not giving up on his tongue on her clit. He gave a gentle thrust to test. "Fuck," He breathed.
August hardly ever cursed outside of the bedroom from what Esme had heard so to hear it now was music to her ears. The dual sensation of his tongue and finger wouldn't take long to drive her over the edge, she could already tell. She held tighter to the fabric of the bedclothes and willed herself to stay steady under the touch of his free hand.
He hummed against her clit, slipping a finger next to the first. He was listening to every little noise escaping her lips. He quickened his pace, fingers moving in and out faster
Heat was coiling low in her abdomen, sending tingles of pleasure throughout her body. She dug nails into the sheets with a loud whimper, tossing her head to the side to try and distract herself from the overwhelming sensations but it was no use. "Close," she warned in a sharp breath, chasing after her own release by swiveling her hips as much as his hand allowed.
"Good," He purred. "Cum for me, princess." He pushed his fingers farther in, curling, trying to find her g spot. He licked long and slow at her clit.
Esme couldn't have resisted that request if she had tried. With one last curl of his fingers drawing a whimper from her lips, Esme hit her climax with a loud moan. Her eyes screwed shut and she shuddered violently, his name the only thing left in her head to whisper fervently in praise.
August lapped at her as she came, but couldn't look away from her. He held back a whine, that turned to a soft growl, as she whispered his name. "God, I could watch you cum forever," He teased, voice rough from lust and thick in want.
"You'd have to be the one making me cum," she panted as she caught her breath, grinning down at him. "No one else does it quite like you." It was true; despite her many previous partners, August stood out by a landslide. She pushed a hand through her messy hair, shifting to try and unclasp her bra to get the material off her sweaty body.
He grinned. "That can arranged." August mused. August sat back up and followed suit, shedding his shirt and pants. He rose an eyebrow. "I find that hard to believe." He countered.
Esme's eyes raked over August shamelessly, taking in every bit of exposed skin. "Wonderful," she purred, sitting up to get the straps off her shoulders, tossing it to the side. "You should believe it. Nobody else takes as good of care of me and my needs, I promise," she smiled but the gesture was ridden with lust and she leaned forward to run her nails lightly down August's toned abs. "How do you want me, gorgeous?" She asked coquettishly, blinking up at him.
August hoped he was already flushed, because the way she was looking him over made him feel as if he was turning red. Though, he felt like warmth and cotton at her reassurance. "'M glad," He managed, but his mind was clouded, having the woman he loved messy haired and bare beneath him made it hard to speak. "You always ask me that," He told her. "What about you? What do you want?" He asked, pressing kissing to the hollow of her throat.
It was true, of course. She had a tendency to want to live up to August's every pleasure if only because she knew sex wasn't a thing he had often. "What do I want?" She asked with a smile, sitting up and wrapping arms around his middle where he was standing over her. She drew him closer so she could press kisses to the v line cut of his skin. "I want you in my mouth before you fuck me," she nodded as if she had said the most casual thing in the world.
August swallowed. The suggestion was so blatantly put he couldn't find his voice. He tried to keep his composure, but it was going to be very difficult. He breathed out, nodding. "Fuck, okay," He managed to say, gulping.
Esme smiled brightly like it was her pleasure on offer and she continued pressing happy little kisses over his stomach and down to his hipbones. She slid his boxers off and down to the floor, exposing his hardened length. Her eyes darkened hungrily as she gently wrapped her hand around his base and pressed wet kisses to his tip before closing her lips around it with a pleased hum.
August bit at his bottom lip, muffling a hiss at the first touch but he couldn't quiet the groan he made when her mouth was on him. "Oh shit," he breathed fingers settling in her hair.
Esme smiled around him, letting out a little hum of approval at his very vocal response. Encouraged, Esme sunk down further, gripping onto his hips as she began to ever so slowly bob around his length, sucking diligently as she watched for his reaction through her lashes.
The hum sent shivers up his spine. He breathed hard, eyes half lidded. "Oh, princess," He purred, raking fingers through her messy hair. He licked his lips, failing to catch his breath.
Esme smiled, or, well, as much as she could anyways. The nickname settled lightly on her heart and had her hand happily moving to pump of his length whatever she hadn't yet in her mouth. She swiped her tongue along the underside of his cock, gripping harder onto his hips as she moved lower and lower, expertly taking him in inch by inch.
Quiet curses fell from his mouth. He unconsciously bucked his hips with a soft groan. He swallowed thickly, trying to find his voice. "Don't," He said breathlessly. "Don't wanna cum like this," He croaked. "Please," He almost whined, fingers curling in her hair.
Esme gave a few last teasing kitten licks to his slit before obediently pulling back. She didnt want him to cum quite yet either but that didn't stop her from grinning up at him, lips swollen and pink. "Someday though. Wanna taste all of you," she murmured, pecking a kiss to his hipbone before trailing them sweetly up his chest, relish in the hand in her hair.
He finally had a moment to catch up on breathing. He imagined what that might be like. "Shit, yeah, okay." He agreed. His heart sped up with the way she was looking at him: doe eyed and flushed. "My turn to lead," He smirked, guiding her back to a laying position by her hair.
Esme smiled with pleasure at the thought, ignoring the part of her brain telling her that they'd probably have to have a "talk" before that someday could happen. The girl gasped as her hair was tugged so she was laying again and moaned soon after. August taking the lead instead of being handed it was beyond arousing and with sucking him off already having her wet again, she couldn't help the eager smile on her lips.
He lifted her hips to get better settled between her legs. He slipped a finger between her folds, testing, maybe even teasing. He grinned, licking the wetness off his fingers. "Kay, I got kids next door," He teased, adjusting himself at her entrance. "We've got to keep it down," He mused, slipping the first inch in.
She felt her breath hitch at the taunt of his fingers and god if the sight of him licking them clean again didn't completely do her in. She giggled softly but nodded, holding a single finger to her own lips. "Keep it d--shit," her agreement dropped out to be replaced by a stifled moan. She writhed slightly on the bed but settled, need more of his length pressed inside her wetness.
He chewed at his lip, covering a smile. She'd tried to play along, but lost it to the intrusion. He pressed the last few inches in and moaned low in his throat, and gave a quick thrust. He leaned down to kiss at her neck.
Esme was careful not to make a sound too loud but she still couldnt help a whimper at the thrust into her. It had been too long (didn't she always say that) and given her night, this was the last thing she expected to happen which made it all the sweeter. Her hips bucked to clash with his, letting him sink in further, her walls tightening around him as she let out a soft gasp.
August groaned at the sensation, quickly finding a deep, languid pace. "So good," He breathed against her collarbone. He wrapped his fingers around her waist to keep her close.
Esme rolled her hips with each motion of August's body, head tipped back onto the mattress to expose the column of her neck. She nodded a bit frantically in agreement, not wanting to speak aloud for fear of getting too caught up in the sensations already coursing through her petite frame. She moved her hands to his back, scrambling to grab onto something.
August groaned, pressing in and out. He sucked little purple and blue kisses on her exposed skin. He pined her hips into the mattress, and quickened his pace.
Esme couldn't keep her hands to herself. Nails scratched down August's back as he moved quicker, hips snapping to hers. She gasped loudly at each lovebite before quieting herself with a needy whine. He was marking her more than usual and she loved it. She loved being with him like this. She loved... that he loved her.
August growled, low in his chest. August has always been protective, but possessive was new. He was beginning to lose his stamina as he crept closer to the edge. "Not gonna last," He breathed. He released a hand from his forceful perch on her hips, dipping a finger in between her folds to run fast circles around her clit. "Wanna," He swallowed, breathlessly. "Wanna make you cum too," He whined.
Esme knew that August was close, she had felt him nearing his release when she had him in her mouth. So at his warning, she nodded though a squeak of surprise slipped out as his hand dove between her legs. "Oh fuck, babe," she moaned, forgetting for a second at the volume. And really with the bed creaking below them and skin meeting skin, they weren't all that quiet.
He laughed, pleased by her reaction, but the laughter got lost in a moan. His thrusts became quick, but were inconsistent and sloppy as his mind clouded with the warm approach of an orgasm. He was focusing on her clit, building her up so she could cum again. "Fuck," He growled, spilling hot inside her. His eyes closed, and his mouth fell open in a light pant, the orgasm washing over.
As soon as he was releasing, shuddering inside her, Esme surprised herself by hitting her own orgasm not even a second later. She came hard, slight frame trembling with the effort and her hands had to practically unhook from poor August's back which she willed with an apologetic, breathless smile. Still feeling his release coating her, Esme trembled with tiny aftershocks of pleasure wanting - perhaps needing - to be scooped up in his arms.
August breathed heavy, trying to find some composure. He winced as she let go, he'd examine the marks later. Once he was in his right mind again, he tucked her into his chest. He wiggled them between the sheets and began peppering her in sleepy kisses.
Esme cuddled in close, exhaling heavily and happily. She giggled softly at all his little kisses, her cheeks flushed and body warm against his. "You good?" She asked quickly, knowing the words would be leaving his lips in question to her and thinking it'd be cute to ask him first.
"Very good," He said, nuzzling at her cheek. "Love you, princess," He whispered. Languidly, he traced lazy patterns on her bare skin. His eyes closed, but he still had a little smile on his lips.
She smiled, letting him cuddle in close and enjoyjng the soft touch of his fingertips. She was exhausted, of course, and she knew she would now be hungover and sore tomorrow- not the best combination really. Esme drew in a breath before realizing what she had been about to prattle right back to him before she caught herself. "Goodnight, August," she cooed sweetly instead.