I was walking down the hallway down to the kitchen. The clock was two am and I couldn't sleep. I looked around in the little kitchen and found a bottle of whiskey. After that I walked up on the deck. I looked around, but no one was up here. I walked over to the other end of the ship where a long pole stuck out. I decided to climb up and out to the edge where I always sit and drink when I can't sleep. I climbed up and over to the edge and watched the view. The galaxy around me. All the shining stars and the dark blue skies. I sighed and opened the bottle of whiskey and took a sip.
The wind blew in my face and played with my thin baby hairs and made them dance in the wind. I took another sip, but almost spit it out when I heard the sound of a pair of boots walking closer. I turned around and saw Jim. He looked terrified at me.
"(Y/N)! What are you doing out there? Get back before you fall down!"
"Tsk.." I muttered. "I won't, Ive tried this before."
I took another sip of the whiskey.
"But you're getting yourself drunk too now! This is too risky! Get back here or I'll come and get you!"
I rolled my eyes at ham and faced the galaxy again.
"You decision," he muttered.
"Liste, dad, I can do whatever I want to, and don't you-" I stopped. "What the hell are you doing?!" I yelled at him when I saw how he tried to balance on the pole on his way over to me. "You're gonna get yourself killed!"
"You're just gonna catch me then," he smirked and finally made his way over to me and sat down next to me. "So.. What are you doing up here alone?"
I looked at him and gave him the bottle of whiskey, but he said no. I then sighed.
"I just can't sleep. This is my 'escape' place where I empty my head with all my thoughts and memories."
"Memories?" He asked. "Is it bad memories or good ones since you wanna empty them?"
"Both of them," I said. "Like.. here's so peacefully up here you can practically hear your own heartbeat."
He nodded in agreement.
We sat there a couple of minutes. I had already drank the rest of the whiskey when he finally got up and looked down at me.
"It's getting cold out here, wanna come with me inside?"
"Where to?"
"The kitchen maybe?"
"Yes, if there's more alcohol!" I said and tried to get up, but I was out of balance and was about to fall off, but he grabbed my waist and pulled me back in place.
"I knew you would end up like this.. thank god I was here right?" He smirked as he pulled me closer to him.
"Shut up, I have everything under control."
"Yeah right.." he muttered. "Wrap your arm around my neck."
"You wish!"
"Just do it Jesus.."
He chuckled as I clumsily wrapped my arms around his neck and he lifted me up in bridesmaid style.
"Isn't this more dangerous than making myself walk?" I asked and leaned my head back to watch the sky.
"No. Absolutely not. You can't even see where you're going. I can tho."
I laughed at him trying to explain how drunk I actually was.
"You're funny. I actually once had a friend with the same name as yours.. except his name was.. Jimmy."
He laughed at me while trying to balance on the small pole with me in his arms.
"Don't distract me!" He said.
I kept quite while he balanced all the way over to the deck. When we finally were there he didn't let go of me.
"Jim.." I said. "We're here.."
"I know," he whispered. "But.. I don't really want to let go.."
I bit my bottom lip. His hands around my waist and legs felt so warm.. so accommodating. He sighed as he finally put me down, but he still didn't let go of my waist. Instead he pulled me closer until our lips almost met. I got the urge to kiss him. So I did.
Our lips connected to each other. It was passionately, wet and long. We didn't break the kiss unless it was for catching our breath for a second. He rubbed his hands up and down my sides and sometimes he would squeeze my skin or pull me closer into him. I wanted this to keep going on, but we couldn't. And when we finally broke the kiss for good he looked at me with a smile.
"What a pleasure," he smirked.
"I'd gladly make you that pleasure again some tim-"
A sudden urge to barf came to my stomach. I took myself on my tummy and ran over to the edge and barfed. That disgusting sound of vomit coming up filled the air. When finally was done I turned around to face a surprised Jim.
"We'd better find you something to drink," he chucked.
He was right. I stank.
