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she's a little drunk and he's a lot in love and they're sitting together on his couch, her legs in his lap and her fingers in his hair and their mouths are moving together slowly and she tastes like the cranberry vodka she's been drinking all night and david thinks that if he keeps kissing her like this, he's probably going to get drunk off just the taste of her and he thinks that there's something poetic about that but isn't quite sure what and before he has the time to figure it out he's forgotten the thought.
they're usually not this affectionate when there's people over. they've never been too keen on pda. initially, because they hadn't wanted their relationship outed prematurely, but now just for the fact that it's easier to keep it all in until they're alone. but she's drunk and he's in love and caution has at least momentarily been thrown in the wind, and so they kiss like no one's watching even though there's a crowd of their friends playing pool in the next room.
but it's new years eve and they're supposed to be having fun and david thinks this is the most fun he's had all week, even if they're just sitting together, him occasionally catching a smell of her perfume.
his mouth is painted a very nice ruby color, little indents on his bottom lip where her teeth had dug into the soft flesh there. she presses another little kiss to his mouth and pulls back to watch the color disappear before she leans in again and kisses him harder until they're both out of breath.
"hey," he says when they finally part and she runs the tips of her fingers along his kiss-swollen lips, a lazy smile on her face. her eyes are only half open as they flit up to meet his and her cheeks are flushed a nice shade of pink and he thinks that he could probably kiss her forever, and so he leans in to give her another small peck before pulling back, the tip of his nose brushing against hers. "i love you."
they've only just started telling each other this and every time he says it she can feel her heartbeat quicken, feel the butterflies in her tummy flutter. she smiles and nods her head and kisses him again, soft and sweet and gentle. "i love you too."
he thinks that maybe they'll make this work forever. even though sometimes she parties too hard and he doesn't party hard enough. she's too good to let go. he thinks he'll probably try to stay with her forever if she'll let him.
they're going through one of those honeymoon phases, where everything they do is bathed in a warm golden light and nothing can go too wrong as long as they're together. morning kisses, making and eating breakfast together, her lips on his neck and his skin pressed against hers. this won't last forever, the warmth of the first beginnings of the love they'll feel for each other, but david can see them making it work anyway. he doesn't think he wants to live all that long if she's not at his side.
she's not so deep in thought right now. she's thinking about how long it'd take for people to notice if she stood up and drug david down the hall to his bedroom, locking the door behind them. she thinks that people will notice and so she pushes the thought aside but leans in anyway and kisses him again. she wonders how much longer is left til midnight.
there's one minute and thirty five seconds left until midnight, exactly. she's hoping that once midnight hits and david gets a bit more footage of his drunk friends, they'll be able to escape to an empty room and kiss each other in the dark. she thinks that'd be nice.
alicia keys is playing loudly throughout the house. there's a dopey smile on her lips, a shimmering in his eyes. he's staring at her like there's nothing more important in the entire world than the girl in his arms. jason's sitting on the couch across the room from them, his camera pointed at the pair. he's sure that david will hassle him about filming them together--especially when she's so drunk and he's so in love--but he thinks that it'll be a nice memory to look back on.
especially as the counting begins and the music is temporarily drowned out by a house full of youtubers and social media influencers counting down from twenty, ten, five, four...
"three, two," she's not sure who's counting, but she can make out one distinct voice. zane. she wonders if he's gonna find his way to stassie to have his new years kiss with her. she figures he probably will. hopes he will. she doesn't have time to linger on the thought, though, because david's lips are molding against hers and her hands are cupping his face and suddenly nothing else matters and she couldn't form a thought in the world if she had to.
a/n
this has been in my drafts for like two months,,, no im not pleased with it but its cute i guess,,, hope u enjoy. im severely lacking motivation for writing (im sure itll come at some point). i start school in 4 days and so i dont know HOW much ill be writing in the near future, but hopefully more than i have been. im rly burnt out but im sure ill get over it lol :-) im hoping 2 write a oneshot abt arianna's new song,,but so far i have no ideas. feel free 2 comment down below sum ~ideas~ if u want. ok bye
