Syverson

Chapter Thirteen

Authors note:

Daddy Syverson is here!

Explicit chapter.

Also, body fluids mentioned. 

Victoria

I was very drunk by the time the party was over. I pulled Sy by the arm as he was trying to say goodnight to Yobbo. "Come on, you big stud, take me to bed or lose me forever."

Sy, who wasn't drunk, looked at me like I insane. "Are you quoting Top Gun at me?"

"Yeah. So?"

"Fuck those Navy assholes," Sy said with a smirk.

I thought for a moment, trying to think of another quote for Sy. "How about... I eat Green Berets for breakfast, and right now, I'm very hungry."

"Gotta go," Sy said to Yobbo and hoisted me over his shoulder. I don't think Sy thought it through cause when he put me down, the world spun. I was very drunk. I took a moment to steady myself, putting my hand against the ute for support. Then my mouth filled with saliva, and I felt burning in my throat.

"I think I'm gonna spew." And I did. Fuck. Not just once, I kept going. Sy pulled my hair out of my face and rubbed my back while I did. It was so fucking embarrassing.

"Sorry, Sy," I said between heaves.

Sy chuckled and said, "Hey, I'm not the one who is going to feel like shit in the mornin'." He kept rubbing my back. I looked at him, and he wasn't mad. He had genuine affection on his face, and maybe he was a little amused too. I turned away, so I didn't vomit on his shoes.

"You're too good to me, Noah," I said when I was finished.

Sy gave me a brief grin. "Feel better, Darlin'?"

"Nope. But I think I'm done being sick for now."

"Come on, lil Kitten, let's get you home." He helped me into the car, wound the windows down, and wiped my chin and lips with a tissue. He pushed my fringe back and kissed my forehead. "Silly girl. You shouldn't drink so much."

"Yes, Daddy," I said, sticking my tongue out at him. Sy stopped moving, and his eyes caught mine. They weren't amused anymore. They were dark and severe.

"Careful, Darlin'," Sy growled and shut the car door. 

I looked across the road and thought I saw someone watching us. It was too dark, and my eyesight was too blurry to make out who it was. I waved at them, and they waved back. 

Sy got in the car and said, "who are you waving at, Sweet Pea?"

I pointed across the road, and no one was there. Fuck. I'm hallucinating too. I closed my eyes, and I think I passed out before Sy even started the car.

I woke up Sy's bed, groaning. The world wasn't spinning anymore, and I didn't think I would throw up, but my head pounded with every heartbeat. Although the blinds were closed, the room was too bloody bright. I pulled the blankets up over my head.

"You awake, Vix?" Sy called out to me from his lounge room. I heard the tv turn off, and his footsteps came closer.

"No."

Sy chuckled, "come on, Vix. Why don't you get up and have a shower? You'll feel better."

"Do I have to?"

"Yup," Sy said. He pulled the covers off the bed. "Get up. It's one in the afternoon." He paused and looked me over. I looked down and realised I was naked.