Sweet Dreams

Patience

Finishing your last bite, you feel your stomach become comfortably full as you feel the wine begin to take its effect.
*thats weird, I usually have such a strong tolerance... I mean I'm in college... what is this stuff* you wonder as a peaceful haze gently blurs the colors in the room only slightly. You are still generally aware of everything, just a little less cautious and anxious as you usually are. In common words, you're tipsy; however, you would say you're thriving, as you enjoy social drinking.
"What kind of wine is this? It must be very strong." You happily giggle as you release a small hiccup.
As he smiles at your obvious signs of intoxication, he replies, "why yes sweetie you're absolutely right. Oh I forgot to tell you, you earthlings all have that hubris of low tolerances to alcohol compared to us Transylvanians... this is 120 proof alcohol, as you would say, but it doesn't taste like it one bit."
You open your eyes wide in shock, knowing that the slight tipsiness you currently feel will be nothing compared to what you will experience soon.
For gods sake you had two glasses of the wine! This is probably from only half a glass!
"Oh shit." You mumble under your breath, already feeling the effects growing stronger as you attempt to stand up from the table and you stumble over the leg of the chair and fall to the floor.
You are faintly aware of the hushed laughter of Magenta and Riff Raff from a distance, but you are too drunk to care at this point as you begin to get on your knees, again not trusting yourself to fully stand up yet.
You hear the loud scraping of a chair against wood, and realize Frank has now jumped immediately from his seat, heels clacking as he runs towards you.
"Oh baaaabaaaaay" he draws out the last syllable with a thick British accent, his voice full of concern. You look up to see none other than Frank, his eyebrows furrow in concern as he picks you up in his strong arms, cradling you as he looks into your eyes.
"Although I appreciate the effort, you won't need to be on your knees quite yet, darling" he finishes by drawing out his deep laugh once again, beginning to whisk you away from the kitchen.
"Magenta. Riff Raff. Attend to your normal duties." He says as he turns around and struts through the double doors of the kitchen.
You feel as light as a feather in his arms as he effortlessly supports your upper back and legs, drawing you closer to his chest you can hear a steady heartbeat and you unintentionally smile.
He looks confused as he processes your facial expression.
"Oh why I'm just listening, don't mind me" you slur slightly as you bring your hand up to his chest to mimic the thumping pattern of his heart.
*jesus, I'm drunk now* you think as you watch his facial expression change into one full of lightheartedness and care.
Normally, you would be terrified if you were this drunk surrounded by strangers and by yourself, but something is different about him. You feel... safe. For some reason, even though you just met him, you have complete faith in him that he will protect you and keep you from harm.
As he finishes taking you up the stairs you soon notice he is entering your bedroom.
He opens the door and gently sets you on the bed, your cheeks slightly rosy from blushing on your entire little journey here.
"Although I would love to do so many things to you right now, I want you to remember this just as much as I would."
You frown slightly, the alcohol affect somehow making you disappointed, even though you would probably have laughed at the thought sober. I mean, you are a virgin after all, you should probably want to remember your first time.
Noticing your slight disappointment, he suddenly walks to the other side of the bed and throws off the covers.
He smiles as he takes his shoes off, and leans over to collect yours as well.
"I thought you said we're waiting?" You question, very obviously drunk and confused.
He smiles a big smile as he tosses your shoes to the side. "Oh, we are," he begins "but there is no way I would dare to leave you so... vulnerable. I'll just be right here with you on the other side, we will do nothing now. Tonight I will only lay against you and hold you in your sleep if you wish." He stayed, looking for confirmation.
A smile spreads onto your face as you drunkenly squinting your eyes to emphasize your happiness.
"Yeah that sounds perfect" you slur as you begin to tuck yourself under the covers, turning to the side as you wait for him to completely envelop you.
You feel a strong presence on your entire back as he wraps his arms around you and squeezes you to his firm chest. He brings your knees up with his, bending them perfectly. He then begins to wrap his feet around yours, and you giggle as he playfully tickles your toes with his.
He then gently drags his fingertips along your almost bare hips, creating tiny circles around your pelvic bone. You become aware at that moment of his arousal, and you try to turn around to kiss him as you become aware of yourself as well.
He firmly holds you in place as he playfully laughs and tickles you. "Not yet, deary. I know, you want it too. And I know it'll be your first" he whispers into your ear.
You slightly blush from embarrassment, "but, how did you kn-" you begin to ask, slightly paranoid.
He interrupts, "oh, honey it's nothing to be ashamed about. I notice these things easily. You are simply too innocent to be taken by some college boy. You should be taken care of by a real man." He gently squeezes you to his chest again.
"So... so you don't care that I haven't really done anything? I mean, you're probably going to be disappointed. I won't be... good... at anything" you finish the sentence with obvious disappointment and a lack of self confidence in your voice.
It's true, this has always been an insecurity of yours. You never tell anyone anything, and shut down any opportunity for love or affection because you know if will lead to nothing but disappointment for whoever your partner is.
"Oh darling, I'm happy you decided to save yourself for a real man. I'll enjoy anything with you involved. Don't worry, honey, I'll show you the ropes." You smile as you know he accepts you no matter what.
He places a gentle kiss on your hairline and pulls you into a deep embrace.
Your face still plastered with a big smile, you gently fall into a peaceful sleep, in the arms of a man you fell in love with.