Jackunzel Drabbles (The Original)

Drunk Kisses

"Kiss me."

Jack didn’t know he was able to blush this shade of red. Too pale to even be able to stand the sun, he stood next to the girl that rocked his dreams and evaded his imaginations privacy. He chest deep in insecurities, wading in the troubled waters of his childhood and drowning in everything he seemed to fail at yet she was always his anchor.

Now he seemed to be hers.

"I don’t think that’s a good idea." He said, his words coming out like dribbling honey; full of stops and starts yet warm and sweet. The girl sighed heavily like a child, leaning more on him as her footing slipped. She had lost her sandals a ways back. Her feet were bare agains the sidewalk as they headed back to their condo.

The four of them rented a condo for spring break, taking to the sunny beaches of California to waste away their days with swimming, bathing suits, drinks and fun. He was warned by Hiccup not to give the blonde more than one drink, her sheltered childhood kept for from gaining a tolerance to the spicy liquor. He thought the by to be too much of a nerd to let loose so he was trying to bring Rapunzel back into the shallow end with him. Jack had been wrong.

She could, in fact, not hold her liquor.

Four drinks in they had all agreed it was time to take her to bed and close out their tabs. He volunteered to head out before them with the blonde beauty. That was another bad choice.

"Why nooot?" She asked with a pretty pout of her full lips.

"Because you’ve been drinking and it wouldn’t be fair."

"But you always kiss drunk girls."

He sputtered for a moment, pausing in his stride to the sea side condo,

"I do not!" He countered.

"Do toooo! The girls in my biology class said they’ve kissed -whoops- you." She giggled as she dripped over a small stone on the sidewalk.

"When?" He asked, narrowing his eyes.

"At parties." She slurred.

"Who?"

"Tooth." She giggled, "And Elsa."

He rolled his eyes and secured his arms around her waist, “I dated them.”

"Yeah, for like, twenty minutes." She laughed, her cheeks rosy and her lips close to his cheek as she went on her tip toes. She pulled away from him and he barely had time to grab her fingers to pull her back. She giggled again and swung her hips as if they were dancing now. She wore a beautiful floral short dress, thin so she could wear her little pink bikini underneath. Her smile was wide and her eyes gleamed.

How was she this pretty drunk? That should be against the law to be attractive when drunk.

"More like months." He said blandly, letting her skip next to him.

"How many two?" She said, holding up her fingers and swaying a bit. He held her hand tighter.

"Three." He mumbled. His blush only darkened with the realization that his girlfriends never lasted long after all.

"Exactly." She said, her fingers went to blue tank top, her green eyes looked up at him with a mix of playfulness and seduction. At least that’s what he saw.

"So, you can kiss me." She reasoned.

It took everything in him to place his hands in her arms and not just behind her head and pull her towards him. But that was wrong, this was wrong. She was drunk and had no idea what she was saying. He has wanted to kiss her since they met. He’s wanted her for years, dated other girls to see if it was all a phase, but it wasnt. He, Jack Overland, wanted Rapunzel Corona. The motorcycle owning, tattoo baring, mothers worst nightmare wanted the pure hearted, virginal, perfect school girl.

She didnt change for anyone, not even him. She was true to herself in a way he wished he could be sometimes. He admired her as much as he loved her.

"Punzie, I can’t. You’re drunk and you’d hate me tomorrow for kissing you when you werent totally there." He explained, looking at her eyes. He watched as they lost the playfulness and filled with a heavy sadness.

"What is it then?" She asked, "Am I not as pretty as them? Am I not as adventurous or cool? Or funny or smart or interesting or—"

He gave into his dark desires, threw away the morals she had instilled in him for the last two years, swallowed his pride and tossed caution into the air. He kissed her as if he had everything riding on it, as if he had to prove to her that he was worthy of her. That he could give her everything she wanted in a guy. Even with the other girls it was like he was trying to make her look at him! Just to see him, that he was with someone else, to make her jealous! But she only smiled and asked him about his dates.

He wanted so much more.

His lips moved against her, her hands fisted his tank top. His own hands slid up her arms and into her hair, basking in the way she moaned against his lips, the way her back arched. When she swayed a bit, his brain kick started and he remember her inebriated state.

When he pulled away she swayed again with a smile on her face, her lips as red as her cheeks for, their kissing.

"You kissed me."

"You asked me too."

"But I thought I wasn’t—"

"You got it all backwards. They werent you." He smiled at her, running his hand through her blonde tresses. She giggled and threw her arms around him, her bare feet standing on his shoes. He laughed and hugged her back.

"You’re not going to remember any of this are you?" He mumbled into her hair. She pulled back, with a hiccup and a sway.

"Huh?" She mumbled back, almost falling until he caught.

"Exactly."