Zuro

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They were drunk on alcohol and high on lust, but even in between they found moments worth laughing at. Zyah suggested that they play a game. "We'll kiss, whoever pulls away first, discards an item of clothing?" Kyan chuckled, he too was feeling the buzz. He held onto a swaying Zyah in an attempt to hold her upright.

She leaned in, and his hands moved to places he never knew Zyah would allow exposed, he pulled away. It was too hard for him to breathe when the woman of his dreams had her tongue dancing in his mouth. Zyah needed not to think of her parents and had she been sober, she wouldn't have been here. Or maybe she would've, drunk Zyah just sped up the process.

The pair had drunk some of the alcohol, both sharing their bottles with one another as Kyan discarded his shirt and wasted no time leaning in for round two, and this time, he kissed her hard, what was unfair on Zyah's part was that her jumpsuit was a one piece and when Kyan gripped her waist, she had her head thrown back in pleasure. Kyan chuckled at her throaty moan as he dipped some alcohol down her throat as he zipped the bodysuit down.

He was brought to a halt when he watched her breast bounce freely. "Fuck this game Zyah." He groaned, picking her up and almost throwing her against the wall. As his lower body pinned her up he had his hands in her panties as he finger fucked her and sucked on her plump breast, emitting moans from her.

She struggled at his pants but when he noticed, he pinned her hands above her head. "Let me please you baby." He whispered into her ear and sucked on her earlobe. He then ducked down and brought her legs over his shoulders and stuck his tongue inside her. She shook and  fifteen minutes passed before she'd climaxed.

He set her to her feet and put his shirt over her head.

"Kyan?"  She called when she realised that he hadn't been following her. "I'm right here Captain." He threw his arm over her shoulder. "I don't wanna sleep alone tonight." She mumbled as she tumbled forward after finishing the vodka. Kyans laughter rung in her ears as she struggled to stand up. He helped her up and held her as they walked up the stairs.

Although neither were the least bit sober. Zyah was still worse off. She dropped herself to the ground and cried. Kyan sat beside her and pulled her closer to him. "I don't know if I can go Kyan. The place wouldn't be home anymore. Mamma and Pappa were the only reason I called it that"

He only hugged her, rocking her gently until she'd fallen asleep. He then, with all he could muster being tipsy, picked her up and took her to bed. He smiled at the way her face snuggled into his shirt. "I love you Pilot." She whispered as he walked out.

He had to pack and spent the rest of his night doing so.

Morning came quicker than he expected and so did his shock when he'd witnessed Zyah drinking a glass of whatever she'd bought leaning against the kitchen cabinets, barely upright. He expected that she was only drunk because of last night. That was until he'd come back into the house after letting the dog out. There were bottles open all over the kitchen counter "Jesus fucking Christ!" 

Kyan was angry. He was boiling. He knew for a fact that she was hurting, that she felt broken beyond repair but he also knew that she was better than this. Zyah had caught a fright and screamed before falling into a fit of laughter. "Did I wake you?"  She asked, almost unable to form the sentence. "Zyah, how long have you been up?" 

She shrugged. "It was still dark out when I left to buy these." Zyah's feet failed her as she tried to walk towards her best friend. "Oops."  She laughed at herself as she sit in the mess. "Zyah, have you packed your bags?"  He asked seething with anger. She nodded her head. "I put them in the car." She said climbing onto her knees, slipping in the liquid.

She was crying again. Kyan sighed painfully as he ran the short distance towards his best friend, the love of his life. "Shhh, it's alright Captain. Let's get you cleaned up yeah?" Kyan picked her up and her legs tangled around his waist. "Ky I don't-"She threw up on his shoulder and the floor. "It's alright Captain." He didn't move, nor did he move her until she was done bringing up.

Swiftly, still with her in his arms he moved towards her bathroom. Took off his shirt from her body used it to wipe her mouth before opening the cold tap of the shower and gently getting in with her. Not caring that he was soaked.

Once she began shivering he set her on her feet, and scrubbed her with a soapy loofah. Her eyes were drooping as she allowed him to wash her, weakly holding onto him. His heart broke, because this isn't the same girl who was full of life, no matter how hard tragedy had knocked her down. He couldn't say that losing both parents would make things easy for her either. He knew firsthand that it didn't. "I promise to stay with you right through this Zyah." He only noticed he'd been crying when his voice brokenly escaped his lips.

"Can you take it from here?" He asked as they got out of the shower. "I'm going to get dressed and tidy up downstairs and when you're done we can leave." She assured him. He was skeptical but smiled, and nodded before he walked out of the room.

When she was done, Zyah threw the empty bottles away and shoved those that she could still drink from into her bag. Thank God for big handbags and her love for them. She then mopped up her puke, filled the dogs bowl with enough water and food to last him the two days that they'd be out of the house.

Kyan yelled from the top of the staircase. "Right, I'm ready to go. Have you got everything Captain?"  "All set, Pilot."  Zyah chuckled in response as Kyan smiled down at her and quickly pecked her lips. "What was that for?" She asked, putting her hands on her lips as if she could rewind time and put his lips back on hers. "I hope you don't think that last night was a once over situation."Zyah blushed. "This can be discussed in the car, we've got to get moving." Kyan nodding, moved out ahead of Zyah, leaving the passenger door open before getting in and starting the engine.