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You never were much of a drinker, on occasions you'd find yourself drinking. It was rare though. Tonight was a banquet for you and the rest of the Ares 18 crew. It was full of people, looked like millions. You looked out the car window and shuddered with anxiety. At least Beck was going to be there. The plum dress you wore was very chest revealing. It was a huge difference in the usual jeans and hoodie outfits you found yourself wearing around you the crew. When you finally got the courage to venture into the big event, you noticed immediately that Beck, Wattney And Lewis were all in there own special corner. You casual grabbed a glass of wine and joined the group. "Damn! Y/N is that you? I can't tell. You don't have on a baggy hoodie." Mark joked. You rolled your eyes and pulled him into a loving hug. Beck kissed your cheek and pulled away. Lewis pulled you also into a lengthy hug. "It's weird seeing you without a NASA logo Beck, it suits you." You quipped nudging his arm. To be completely honest, Chris had fallen in a massive love for you. It was so silly, and he was sure you didn't have mutual feelings. He tried his best to get over you, but cmon! You were always bubbly, a little dysfunctional and maybe you're outfits weren't always sexy, but hey! Chris really liked you in a big hoodie, the revealing dress was alright with him though. "I'm not used to all these people actually caring I exist." Chris commented with a smile. You nodded and took a sip of your wine. "This wine is gross." You complained. "But, I'm completely grateful for this." You waved a painted finger around. Chris grinned and grabbed your arms. "Let's go get a big kid drink." You chuckled and walked side by side to the bar. Within the two hours of being at the event, you were more hammered than you had ever been. A splitting headache already calling your name. Chris looked down at you. You were laying on his lap, sort of falling asleep. Watney came walking over. "Is she good?" "Completely shitfaced for sure. I think I might take her home." "Yeah, wouldn't want her getting into unwanted trouble." Watney punched Beck's arm playfully and turned off into a group. Chris helped you stand and then walked you toward the exit. "Thank you Beck." You slurred rubbing the black makeup by your eye around. Causing you to look like you were sobbing, or a raccoon. When you got outside you stood up hazily. "I've got you." Chris said in a low voice. "Lets go to my apartment, it's closer." You smiled weakly. You were sobering out and not in a good way. Within in minutes you were standing in front of an elevator. Chris pressed the button and you stumbled inside the box. In a blur like way, you and Chris were at his door. Once inside you slid off the gold heels that were murdering your feet. He smiled to himself. "Hey, you can sit on the couch. I'll be back in five minutes." You nodded and walked cautiously to the couch, you plopped happily down. In about six minutes Chris had walked back into the main room. Instead of the dapper suit he wore earlier, he wore a clingy white NASA shirt and some grey sweats. You sat up, and you felt oddly nauseous. "Hey Beck, where's the bathroom?" You stand balancing yourself. "Round' the corner on the left." You darted off in the direction and found yourself standing over the toilet. Trying to move your hair as you emptied out the alcohol that sat in your stomach. Soon enough, strong hands were on your back. One hand starting holding your hair. After you finished you wiped your mouth off and flushed the toilet. Chris lowered next to you and handed you some medicine and a water bottle. You took the pills and started drinking the water. "Are you all good?" Chris asked helping you stand. "As good as a girl who just emptied out her guts in front of her." You stopped tiredly. Chris helped you walk up the stairs and towards his room. "Do you want to sleep in here? I can sleep on the couch." You let out a sigh and smiled. Chris walked to his dresser and pulled out a black NASA shirt. He threw it to you and you drunkly caught it. You're hands tried desperately to unzip the dress, Chris sauntered over before placing his hands on the small of your back. "You're already undressing me Beck? And to think, we haven't even been on our first date." Chris chuckled and unzipped the dress carefully. The plum fabric fell off your body slowly. Leaving you in only your undergarments. Chris looked away and tried his best not too look back down at you. You slid the shirt on carefully. Chris looked back over at you. The black shirt barely reached your knee. You walked carefully to the bed before laying down. The soft duvet making you extra sleepy. Chris started walking out, but you quickly called him back in. "Don't leave me just yet, stay until I fall asleep. Like we used to do up in space." Chris grinned at the thought of how close the two of you became during the mission. He slipped in the bed next to you. You snuggled yourself into him. His warmth fusing with your warmth. His arms wrapped around your waist. "Chris, I've been meaning to say a lot of things too you lately." He hummed waiting for her too say it all. "I can't help thinking about how close we've grown, how much I. How much I love you, and I do love you." Chris tried not to shout and cheer. "(Nickname)? If you remember all this in the morning, then tell me then. I want to make sure this isn't a drunk confession." You laughed and snuggled closer to him. "A drunk confession." You repeated laughing, soon after you fell asleep. Chris passed out soon after. The two of you very close.
The Next Day: Chris Beck's POV: Y\N stirred in her sleep, about to wake up I'm sure. Her hair was all over the place, and her shirt was displaced and was rising almost to her bra. I yawned and her eyes opened slowly. She looked around and then up too me, she shot up and turned to face me. Her eyes trailed to her outfit. "Chris, did we?" I shook my head with a chuckle. "Okay." She let out a small yawn,before laying back down. Part of me wanted her to remember the things she confessed, another part just let it be. Y/N sat up and pulled her shirt down. "Chris?" I sat up as well. "Can you go get me an ibuprofen?" I nodded and hurriedly went to the kitchen to grab her some before heading back. "Here you go." I placed it gently in her palm, as our hands touched, she threw her hands around my neck wildly before pulling me into a hard kiss. "Not a drunk confession, I love you." Y/ N replied in a whisper against my lips. I pulled away too look at her. "I'm surprised you remember, you were completely." "Hammered, Yeah I guessed. My headache gave me a pretty good idea." I laughed and she fell back into the bed. "You know what would make me love you more?" I shrugged and laid next to her. "If you got me some medicine and maybe some water....."
