Kelli's POV
I did the same thing I had to do last time I brought Mariska home drunk. I tried to make her go to bed, then let her bathe, then made her go to bed. She leaned against me the entire way to her room, bringing into bed with her. She kissed my jawline, making her way down my body.
"Mariska," I said, trying to pull away from her. She only brought me closer, wrapping her legs around my hips. "Mariska."
"..."
"Mistress!"
"What?"
"As much as I am enjoying this, I know you're not ready. You're drunk and not thinking."
"But, I want this," she whined, pulling me into a kiss.
"I do too, but I know you'll regret this and I'm not going to betray you like that."
She stopped, she pulled her limbs off of mine and sat up. "fine."
"I'll be downstairs if you need me," I said as I kissed her forehead. I got off the bed and walked to the door, looking back at Mariska who still had a frown on her face. "You okay?"
"Mm."
I smiled to myself before closing the door and walking to my room. I pulled my clothes off and buttoned up my over sized white shirt and climbed into my bed. I put on my glasses and began reading my book. I was two pages in when Mariska came in and laid down on top of me.
"I don't like sleeping without you," she admitted, her arms coming up to my face. She kissed me softly.
"Fine, but if you do anything a sober you wouldn't do, I'm leaving and sleeping in the bathtub."
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