𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, boris pavlikovsky

ten, drunken's philosophy

X. CHAPTER TEN
DRUNKEN'S PHILOSOPHY

when y/n woke up, boris emitted a low chuckle. tiny beads of cold sweat shone over the forehead of the girl he loved.

love.

boris had never been so engrossed in someone like he was with y/n. there was something about her, something else, something special. she was just y/n. that was enough for him to fall in love.

"it was time you woke up," he commented and watched her wipe the sweat off her forehead with her (actually, his) sweater sleeve. "bad dream again, huh?"

"nah, it's just the drug abstinence." y/n replied with a weak smile, sitting up and leaning in to kiss boris's pink lips. "but i'm getting better, i swear."

"you sure?" boris asked.

"all i need, right now, is a hug." y/n whispered so softly boris almost didn't hear her. he elaborated when he felt her arms wrap around him, her warmth ingulfing his body. he softened in the hug, gently stroking her back and drawing abstract patterns between her shoulder blades.

"and alcohol."

boris rolled his eyes playfully at his girlfriend's request. (was she actually his girlfriend? he never asked. was it really necessary, though? all they did was spend their time together, cuddling and joking and fu-)

"we said no drugs though." he said.

"alcohol is not a drug, dummy!" y/n exclaimed as she snuggled her head in the crook of his neck. she felt him soften underneath her touch- that was a good sign, right?

"actually, it is." boris replied.

y/n, however, still wanted that fun she hadn't for such a long time. and no, not that kind of fun.

"yeah but i've been a good girl." she pleaded. "just a bottle, you and me."

"just?" pfft. this girl is trying to fool me.

he said yes.

▬ a bottle of vodka later... ▬

"see! this is why i love being drunk with you!" y/n yelled happily, probably a little too loudly. "you get all sleepy. and cute. and adorable. look at your curls, they look so soft. can i touch them?"

boris hummed a yes in response, grabbing y/n gently by the arms and pulling her by his side on the bed they'd been sharing for months.

she snuggled on his side, kissing lightly his neck as she played happily with his dark, soft curls.

"your cheeks are so flushed. you're cute. can i touch your cheeks, babe?" she asked softly. she looked and sounded like a little kid who had just got a puppy to play with.

boris hummed again, smiling softly as his drunkenly annoying girlfriend poked his flushed cheek gently.

"you lips look so plump-"

"shut up, y/n."

"please let me kiss them."

"will you shut up then?"

y/n put on an offended face. "you should know i won't."

boris groaned. "babe i wanna sleep."

"i know, that's why i asked if i could kiss you. consent is key." she told him seriously, making him chuckle.

"you can kiss me only if you let me sleep after." he proposed.

she smiled happily at him and leaned in, pressing her slightly chapped lips against his soft, plump ones. he tasted like vodka and smoke, and she loved it.

"you know what?"

"what!" boris said, exasperated. he really wanted to sleep.

he promised to himself he wouldn't drink that much anymore, not in y/n's presence. she would get all giggly and chatty when drunk... not to mention her clinginess- which he loved, yes. but he just wanted to sleep.

"we're just two nothings in this fucking vegas, boris." y/n spoke in a solemn voice, as if she was reciting a poem. "no one gives a shit about us, we're just scum. bad teens, ooh, scary. yep, the kids moms warn their kids about."

"and do you only know now?" boris asked with a weak chuckle.

"no. i just-" she struggled with finding the words. "sometimes i wonder. if i was just a good girl, a normal, average one... and if you were normal, too... would have we met? would have we fallen in love?"

"you wouldn't be you." boris objected. "and i wouldn't be me. what's the point? parents hate us but i love you. you love me. is not that enough?"

she smiled widely as she kissed him. "i love you, boris." she said. "and i would fall in love with you even if i was a bitchy cheerleader and you a nerdy student."

"stereotyping much?" boris commented and enjoyed as she laughed genuinely at his remark.

she snuggled in the crook of his neck again, planting little kisses on the pale skin there. he smelled like smoke and cinnamon. her delicate breath tickled on his neck, making his lips curve in a soft smile.

his hand snaked down between her knees, fingertips delicately touching the skin of her legs. boris's hand traveled higher, making y/n gasp at some point.

"i thought you wanted to sleep." she told him.

he grinned. "you won't let me sleep anyway. can we at least have some real fun instead of your drunked philosophy?"

she nodded. "yeah, you're right."

"i love you."

"i love you too."

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I WAS RAISED FROM THE DEAD TO POST THIS !