Caught Red Handed

Chapter Forty-Two, Don't Get Drunk in Bed

Tord's Perspective

My body awoke much later in a medical bed, with a cleanly cut arm and my robotic addition reattached. I slowly opened my eyes to see Pat sitting beside me, along with someone I didn't recognize at first. Tom was sitting there with his visor off, with fully healed void eyes. He looked healthier than ever, and had even taken his hearing aids out. I looked down at the breathing mask that was keeping medicine pumping into my lungs along with healthy oxygen. "Thanks for what you did Tord.. But also not thanks for killing me in the first place- dick-." He hissed and I smiled softly at his playfulness. I carefully removed the breathing and Pat carefully set it on the stand next to my bed. I slowly sat up and looked at the two of them, wincing at the pain of my nub of an arm still healing up. "How are you feeling?" Pat asked worriedly and took my temperature with his hand. I leaned into his touch and sighed. "I'm okay." I assured him and smiled when he gently wrapped his arms around me. I held onto my father and sighed tiredly. I need some peace and quiet after everything that's happened.

I looked over at Tom and he returned the stare. "Aren't you gonna scold me or something-? Ya dick-." I growled and Tom snickered, ruffling my horned hair. "Nah, I'm sure you learned your lesson this time-." He said with a wide grin. I smiled more as he rubbed my hand. Pat let go of me and coaxed me into laying back down. "It's been an eventful past few days hm?" He muttered and I deeply sighed. "Yeah.. Good thing I've got two lovely guys watching over me." I remarked and stared up at the two of them. "Lovely?" Tom parroted and I chuckled. "Yup, lovely." I purred and Tom snorted. "You're loopy." He stated and I rolled my eyes. "So what was that dance all about hm? You're pretty loopy too if you think that's something only friends do." I shot back and he crossed his arms. "It's called trying to be nice asshole." He muttered and I snickered. "C'mon, admit it, you have a crush on meee~." I teased and he huffed, turning away from me. "Well, I better get going. Paul asked me to take a shift with him outside in the watchtowers, and you know what that means." Pat said with a fakely innocent smile. "Yeah yeah- go breed-." I dismissed him and he blushed deeply before getting up and strolling out.

I returned my gaze to Thomas who was playing with his fingers. "C'mon Tom, admit it. You have a big fat stinkin' crush on me. Otherwise you would have killed me numerous times already." I taunted and Tom glared at me harshly. "I could say the same for you." He deflected and I playfully stuck my tongue out. "Try me pretty boy." I joked and narrowed my eyes. Tom scoffed and got up. "I'm getting drunk, I'll be in my room if your lazy demonic ass can get out." He told me and I whined. "Don't leave meee- there's no way I can get up on my own-." Tom reluctantly helped me to carefully get out of the bed, first removing my IV carefully. I quivered and practically stumbled into his arms, which resulted in me awkwardly leaning on him. Tom held me up and held back a laugh, still grinning with amusement. "Not feeling so cocky now hm?" He teased and I awkwardly quaked in his stronger arms.

"Come on, I'll just carry you. This demon blood is like steroids anyways, now I know how you're so strong. Little damn cheater." He snickered and I struggled against him as he easily picked me up in his arms. "Better?" He asked and I sighed, leaning my head into his chest. "I guess." I mumbled in defeat and smiled when he looked down at me with a not so angry expression. It was soft and gentle, kind even. "You're not so bad when you don't fight with me." He mumbled softly and I scoffed. "Oh shut up- you make it really hard to not fight." I countered and he loosened his grip on me, threatening to drop me. "FUCK- SHIT- don't you dare drop me asshole-." I hissed and desperately scrambled to hold onto the stronger Brit. Tom let out a roar of a laugh and I growled under my breath. "What's the little imp gonna do, rip my face off? You can't even stand." He taunted and began carrying me out of the medical ward. As he walked out he reported to the nurse that I was being checked out under his name. Of course she reminded him of the usual things, like to make sure I'm hydrated and well-rested each day, and to bring me for a checkup in a week.

I whined impatiently and Tom playfully nudged me before bringing me back to his room. "The base has been quite the disaster because of you, y'know? You should be kept locked up in a mental hospital-." He joked and I pouted. "As if you're not the problem either." I tried to say as a comeback, but I honestly suck at comebacks sometimes. "Well there wasn't nearly as much trouble when you were in a coma, if that's what you're suggesting." He snickered and set me down on his bed. I awkwardly splayed out on the bed and stretched, squirming to get comfortable. "You still getting drunk?" I asked and watched as he pulled a bottle of smirnoff from his closet. "Damn straight." He responded and laid down next to me, picking up the TV remote from the nightstand. He forced the bottle open with his bare hands and chugged his branded vodka, turning on the television. "Y'know, I haven't smoked a cigar in a long time." I mentioned and rested my head on the soft pillows under me.

"And I haven't chugged a good bottle of Smirnoff in a while, isn't stopping me." He replied and licked his lips. "It's too good to pass off." He added and chugged the rest of the bottle. I tried to ignore his obsessive habits and watched the TV, my nose full of the scent of alcohol and Thomas. After a few minutes of him shifting and trying to relax while getting increasingly drunk. He seemed to get more tired as he loosened up. I looked over at him and snorted at the strange expression he always had when he was drunk. He always had that unsure lopsided smile that sort of resembled a goofy grin, with lidded eyes that looked thoughtless. He glanced over at me and purred, changing into his infamous half-beast form. "You s-smell sooo cute~." He drunkenly sputtered and I yelped in surprise as he jumped onto me. He purred loudly and drooled, his hot alcohol scented breath sweeping across my face. I flinched when his drool hit my cheek. "Tom- what are you doing-?" I asked with furrowed brows as he slowly kneaded my shoulders. " hm-hm- you- you smell nice." He purred and lapped at my face. I laughed at his strange behavior and allowed him to smother me.

I froze when I felt a quite uncomfortable movement of his hips which then shoved an embarrassingly large organ against me. "You smell so goooood~." He purred and panted. Oh, oh no. "Ah- Tom- please get off of me-." I pleaded and attempted to push off the large beast. "Shh- sh- calm down~." He sloppily purred and pinned down my shoulders. "Tom- seriously- please get off-." I begged and grunted as he laid down on me, biting down on my neck. "Heheh- you- you- you're so cute- and tiny-." He purred loudly and slathered me in sloppy half-kisses. It was more like a kiss-lick that coated my skin in saliva. Tom- get offff- we aren't doing this-." I insisted and tried to push away his head. He laughed stupidly and snorted, continuing to smother me in very messy kisses. "Mm~ I wonder if you-you've- *hic* I wonder- you ever- *hic*." He never finished his sentence and aggressively lapped at my new bite wound. Boy, this guy is a mess.

He burrowed his hot face in my neck and purred like a motor, only half awake at this point. I found it gross that he was resting his face in his own pool of drool, but at least he isn't continuing what he was going for. His breathing slowed as he got comfy, purring softly as I pet the large creature's hair. It was a bit weird to the touch, because he obviously didn't shower enough for his hair to be fluffy and soft. It was still a pleasant moment, especially after what had just happened. I fell asleep holding the big monster's head in my arms, with a small smile showing my content nature.