"I'm drunk." for un_love_you
Some time in the last fifty years.
A low groaned heralded Mab’s wakening. She looked around and cursed, “Oh, fucking hell.” The Spartan decoration, bright light, silk sheets, only one place she could be. It was just a blessing the bed was empty. She didn’t want to face the man it belonged to just yet. What the hell did she drink last night? She remembered wine, brandy, whiskey….enough to get her drunk. Drunk enough to end up here. In her husband’s bed.
She'd known the ball was a bad idea when she'd accepted the invitation. Spending time in his court, where she always needed something to take the edge off. Tight clothing and music. She could barely resist him when they danced sober. Under the influence of alcohol, it was all too easy to forget the baggage for one night. And she'd pay for it later. Hell, she way paying for it now. Best to leave before she had to speak to him. Before she had to admit that she didn't regret it as much as she wanted to.
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A low groaned heralded Mab’s wakening. She looked around and cursed, “Oh, fucking hell.” The Spartan decoration, bright light, silk sheets, only one place she could be. It was just a blessing the bed was empty. She didn’t want to face the man it belonged to just yet. What the hell did she drink last night? She remembered wine, brandy, whiskey….enough to get her drunk. Drunk enough to end up here. In her husband’s bed.
She'd known the ball was a bad idea when she'd accepted the invitation. Spending time in his court, where she always needed something to take the edge off. Tight clothing and music. She could barely resist him when they danced sober. Under the influence of alcohol, it was all too easy to forget the baggage for one night. And she'd pay for it later. Hell, she way paying for it now. Best to leave before she had to speak to him. Before she had to admit that she didn't regret it as much as she wanted to.
*edited and rewritten from the original version*