Red Sweater Tom

Drunken State & Day Dreams

After Tom pulled out the wine, you went into the kitchen and made some spaghetti. You love pasta and wine together. By the end of dinner you were already halfway through your second glass of wine.

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"Tom! I'm totally winning!" You say giggling.

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"Oh yeah? What are you winning exactly?" Tom says amused. He takes his last sip of his first glass of wine and pours himself a second glass.

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"I'm already almost to my third glass and you are just finishing your first! What the hell!" You say, laughing. You're a lightweight, so you were already pretty buzzed after the first glass. Your already starting to slur your words.

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"That's alright, I'm okay with you winning, I'm actually letting you win...." Tom says just before he takes another sip.

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"Ughhhh," you grunt, then fall down onto the couch. Then you randomly start laughing, unable to control yourself.

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Tom laughs and sits down on the couch next to you. You twist around so your back is towards him, then lean back and lay your head on his lap, still laughing. Whenever you drink, you feel much more carefree and act very flirtatious.

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"What should we do, darling?" Tom asks, fiddling with a piece of your hair.

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"Well, apparently you feel like being a hair stylist right now considering your trying to braid my hair," you respond, then giggle again.

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Tom let's go of your hair and acts angry.

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"Tom, I'm only teasing, I'm so sorry," you say dramatically, playing along. "Will you ever forgive me?" You ask as Tom downs the rest of his second glass of wine.

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"Hmmm I don't know..." He says, pushing you to sit up then getting up for more wine. You finish your second glass and he pours more into your glass. "I mean, you didn't forgive me this morning, so I don't think I should forgive you now..." He says, reminding you of earlier that day. Reminding you of the tickle fight.

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Reminding you of the kiss.

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"Ohh yes, that's understandable... Now what was it you did to make me forgive you again? I'm thinking that's the most productive way to get you to forgive me," you say, slurring almost every word, then giggling.

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He takes a step closer to you and looks down into your eyes. "If you insist," he says in a deep, sexy voice.

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You just stare back for just a moment, contemplating if you should kiss him, or hold back. ~he acted like he regretted it, he told me he wanted to forget about it...~ you turn away and zig zag back to the couch. You sit down and take a sip of wine. You look back and Tom is just now moving from where you two stood. The look on his face says he's disappointed. ~no, he told me multiple times he wanted to just forget about it. And he left in such a rush afterwards. He didn't even hug me goodbye or anything...~ you turn back around and take yet another sip of wine. You then set the glass down on the table next to the couch, deciding that your brain has been altered enough for the moment. When Tom sits down next to you he finishes his third glass of wine in a hurry then sets it down next to your glass.

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You raise your eyebrows. "JEEZ!" You exclaim. Tom doesn't reply, he just looks at you and chuckles. You giggle, too. Partially because you don't know how to respond, but mostly because the wine has gotten to you completely and you're having a rough time controlling yourself.

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You fall into a laughing fit and lean your head back onto the back of the couch, still laughing. When you start to calm down you notice that Tom is looking at you with a smile on his face.

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"What?" You say, trying not to laugh some more.

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"Oh, nothing..." Tom says suspiciously.

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"TAWWWWMMM!! Tell meeee," you say, making the words really long and putting your hand on his shoulder, playfully shaking him.

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He chuckles, "you have the most adorable laugh, darling."

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This surprises you and you think your drunken haze has thrown you into another day dream. You just look at him for a second, then look away again, feeling a little awkward. You want to kiss him so badly, but, based on his reaction to the kiss from earlier that day, you know he doesn't want you to kiss him.

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You start to get up, trying to get away from the awkward feeling, but Tom grabs your hand to keep you sitting next to him. You fall back down onto the couch, (now just a little closer,) then look at him again. His hand is still holding yours and he is giving you the same look he gave you that night three weeks ago when you burnt your hand.

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You feel his hand lift off yours and lightly move up your arm. He places it on the side of your face just below your jaw. His other hands rests on your knee that's farthest from him. His fingers tangle in your hair and he gently pulls your face closer to his. He's starts to lean toward you.

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~there's no way this is really happening....~ you think, but close your eyes anyways.

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You finally feel his lips touch yours. His scruff tickles your cheek. His lips moving against yours sends shivers up your spine.

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You both start to get more and more into the kiss, then his lips move away from yours and you feel them softly touching your jawline.

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The last thing you remember before you black out from all the alcohol was tom pulling away for just a second, looking at you with the sweetest smile on his face, and softly touching his lips to yours once more.

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~end part 15~

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