Rosé Imagines (gxg)

drunk kisses (requested)

"Okay, silly. Let's get you up to bed." You told Rosie, holding onto her as you led her up the stairs.

She's all giggles tonight. The alcohol in her blood making her seem even brighter than usual. She held onto you, putting one foot in front of the other.

You managed to get her up to bed and sat on the foot of it.

"Take off your clothes, baby."

She smirked but soon, the giggles returned and fell from her lips happily.

"I won't say no to that, beautiful girl,"

You rolled your eyes and pushed her shoulder playfully. "Stop that! Just get out of your dressy clothes so we can get you into some pajamas."

She nodded and you turned your back to grab her some clothes. Turning around, you saw her staring at you adoringly. Despite being insanely drunk, she's still the sweetest girl.

She was out of her clothes and you helped her slide her cozy shirt over her head.

"Y/n?"

"Yeah, Rosie?"

She was silent for a second and when you lifted your head, you saw her lips only inches from your own.

"I love you."

"I love you too, baby,"

"Not as much as I love you!" She said, pouting her lips. "Wanna know why? Because I love you the most."

She whispered the last part as though it was some kind of secret for only you to hear, despite no one else being around. You grinned at her and went to speak when her lips suddenly crashed against your own.

It took you by surprise and though your brain was telling you to pull back you found it impossible to do so. She always gives the best kisses, always gets you drunk on her love and the locks of your lips.

You let your fingertips fall against her cheeks while her fingers laced through your hair. She brought you closer and deepened the kiss, sighing softly against your lips.

"I love you," she sighed softly and pulled her lips away from yours to trail along your neck. You closed your eyes, soft sighs leaving your lips as you got lost in her kisses.

But you snapped back to reality quickly, remembering she was drunk and now wasn't the time to get lost in her lips or take things any further.

"Wait," you mumbled. "Rosie, baby, stop."

You grabbed her hands and laced your fingers together. She pulled back but stared at her feet.

"You don't want to kiss me?"

"That's not it at all, baby girl."

"I just want to love on you." She mumbled sadly, but her frown faded when you pecked her lips.

"If I could, I'd spend every minute of every day kissing you. But you're drunk and that's different than when you're sober and you have a clear head."

She sighed but nodded her head in agreement.

"Okay. I am really tired."

"Me too."

"You'll give me lots of kisses tomorrow, right?"

"Once you're over that nasty hangover of yours." You laughed.

"Okay." She said before climbing up the bed.

You realized you still had her pajama bottoms in your hands but when you looked back at her you found her sound asleep. So you tucked her in under the blankets and turned off the lights, hoping she'd stay cozy through the night.

"Goodnight, my love. Sleep tight." You said before falling asleep.