A Soldier's Life

Chapter 60 - Hangover

Scarlett's POV:

I woke up in the warmth of Y/n's body. As my eyes slowly started to open and take in their surroundings, I noticed that my hand was resting on Y/n's naked boob. I smiled as I remember last night, but I also cringed slightly. Was I too much, was it too creepy? I thought to myself. "I can hear you thinking from here." Y/n husked as she had just started to wake up. "How bad was I last night?" I groaned as I felt Y/n's chest vibrate as she chuckled. "Not as bad as you think. Just horny." She replied, running her hands through my hair.

I felt myself instantly relax. "Sorry if it was weird at all." I mumbled as I moved my hand away from her chest. She was quick to pick my hand up and hold in on her chest. "I was flattered that you wanted to hug my boobs so much. I'm glad my girlfriend wants to touch me." She said jokingly, but I knew she was trying to make me feel at ease. "How are you feeling?" She askes and I just groan in response. "I don't think you'll be able to make it up to me this morning." I say, annoyed that I'm going to miss out on amazing morning sex. She laughs at my sad response. "It's ok. There'll be plenty of other opportunities."

After a while, I feel her shift and I cling on tighter. "Noooo! I want cuddles." I moaned like a child. "I was going to get you some water and aspirin." She explained but I shook my head. "Cuddles will make me feel better." I insist and she gives in, pulling me so I'm practically lying on top of her, and wrapping the cover around the both of us. I smile and give her a quick peck before cuddling back into her.

Her gentle movements on my body send me in and out of sleep for the next hour. Each time I wake up, I smile when I realise, I'm still in her arms. God I'm going to miss her. Eventually I decide that I need to get up and brush my teeth. I can still taste the alcohol and it's making me want to throw up.

I untangle myself from Y/n who is watching me as I stumble a little towards the bathroom. The whole room is swirling and before I know it, I'm running to the toilet, making it just in time before I'm sick. I hear Y/n's feet pad against the floor as she rushes to my side. She ties my hair up out of my face and rubs my back. "You're ok. Let it all out." She comforts me.

When I'm done, she stands up and grabs a face cloth and runs it under the cold tap so I can wipe up my face. "How about a bath or shower?" She asks. "Bath please. I don't think I could stand in the shower." I replied. She placed a sweet kiss on my temple and flushed the toilet. I waited on the floor, not sure if I was going to be sick again or not, until she came and helped me up. I quickly discarded the shorts I had on and got in the bath, but I whined when Y/n went to leave.

"Come back!" I called out and I could hear her chuckle. "I was just going to clean up the toilet." She explained as she appeared at the door with the disinfectant. "Give me 2 minutes and I'll be back ok." I felt awful, she shouldn't be clearing up my mess. God, this is not a good look for me. Sure enough, a couple of minutes later she was back with me. "Can you get in with me?" I asked shyly. She didn't respond. She just leant over and placed a kiss on my head before taking off her shorts.

I sat forward and she slipped in the bath behind me, pulling me so my back was flush against her front. I instantly sank into her body as her arms wrapped around me and rested on my stomach. We didn't talk as we sat and relaxed together, just enjoying being close in a new environment. I'm just glad I've got a big enough bath to do this with her in! She helped me wash and then helped me to get out. I sat on the bed like a helpless child as she ran around grabbing clothes for me to change into.

She then disappeared into the bathroom and returned with a glass of water and aspirin. "Here you go Angel. This'll help." She said, sitting next to me and handing me the glass. I took a couple of sips before taking the pills from Y/n's hand. She then proceeded to help me change, giving me lots of kisses and reassuring words as she did. "How are you not hungover?" I asked, jealous that she seems to be doing ok right now. "Oh, trust me, I am, but I'm used to having to function like this to look after a 6-year-old." She laughed. "I see, so you're comparing me to a child now." I whined jokingly. "I guess I am." She smirked and gave me a kiss.