Different When Drunk

Lucas wrapped his arms around Beatrice and trudged inside the house. He couldn't ward off the unpleasant feeling in his chest and every step he took felt like something was dragging his spirit down.

Beatrice was light in his arms but he felt more tired than usual and he just wanted the night to be over. He was about to put her down on the sofa when suddenly Beatrice barfed all over him. Her puke was all over the place and on him. It made a disgusting smell of acid and booze and Lucas felt sticky.

'The fuck?!'

He heaved a deep sigh as he laid Beatrice on the soft cushioned sofa and dragged his feet to the bathroom to take a shower.

It didn't take him long as he needed to tend on Beatrice who also got her vomit all over herself. He wore his clothes and went outside with water still dripping over him.

He brought one of his extra shirts as he doesn't want to barge in her room.

"Beatrice, wake up. You need to change your shirt." He nudged her softly but Beatrice only swatted his hands.

"Five more minutes" she mumbled.

"I'll change you myself if you won't wake up" he stated hoping she would sober and open her eyes. "Beatrice? Wife?"

"Hmm" Beatrice stirred but she didn't wake up.

"You leave me no choice," Lucas's mind opposed on what he was about to do. But a part of him wanted to undress her since he doesn't want her to sleep with her puke all over her.

Lucas was still feeling dejected seeing his wife with another man when Beatrice told him she'll not be meeting a guy.

'Why did she lie?' His chest clenched again seeing Beatrice peacefully sleeping.

He trembled as he lifted her shirt up to her stomach. He may not look like it but he never slept with other women nor witnessed a naked body of a woman ever in his life (except when he watched porn for educational purposes)

'I can't do this. This feels so wrong,'

Lucas caught sight of the large smudge on her shirt brought by her puke and he forced himself to lift up his hands and grab the hem of her shirt. He lifted it up with his eyes slightly close as he also wanted to examine Beatrice's body....not in a perverted way.

He just wanted to know if there were marks if Beatrice did the unthinkable with the random guy who showed up earlier.

He wanted to trust Beatrice, but he knows that between them, he's the only one with feelings, and like what Beatrice said they don't have the kind of mutual relationship that involved trust nor affection.

Lucas sighed with relief as there were none and his mind was put to ease. He was able to pull her shirt above her and remove it completely. He grabbed his extra shirt but when he looked back, Beatrice was now wide awake, with her almond eyes piercing through him.

"Shit! I'm sorry I was trying to change you because you puked all over yourself"

Lucas tried to reason out and it was obvious he was panic-stricken. Beatrice sat up but she was still clearly out of herself.

"Beatrice, change yourself first" he averted his eyes as she was only wearing a bra exposing most of her cream-colored skin.

But Beatrice pulled him by his collar and suddenly planted a kiss on his lips. It was sloppy, indicating she didn't have any much experience. He was stunned with her sudden action but it was enough to make him feel hot all over.

Beatrice moved her lips slowly and licked his, but he was as still as a stone from the shock and he was going to get turned on any minute now.

'Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!'

"Beatrice stop!" He broke the kiss and grabbed her shoulders backward feeling her naked skin underneath his palms.

His breath was jarred as he was trying to control his raging body. She just initiated a kiss and it was something out of his wildest dreams that he couldn't help but heat up.

Beatrice's eyes were droopy as it fixed at him. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips were swollen and she appeared as if she was seducing him. She licked her lips and Lucas could feel his member tightening under him.

'Shit, why is she like this?!'

"Beatrice! Get a hold of yourself!" He was about to stand up when Beatrice grabbed his wrists and pulled him down on the sofa.

She went on top of him and kissed him again, it was much fiercer and intense than it was a while ago and Lucas could feel his sanity leaving him. The heat was taking all over his body and he was trying his best not to submit to his lust.

"Hmm, Beatrice! Stop!"

Lucas raised his voice at her and Beatrice jolted from his loud voice. She sat up, pouting with her red lips and Lucas fought the urge of kissing it again.

"Don't you like it?" Beatrice uttered in a soft voice. Lucas stiffened hearing her words and he felt a knot in his stomach and pain in his pants as his member wanted release from the cloth that was constricting it.

She hadn't yet sobered up and the alcohol was making her act like this.

'This is just because of the alcohol, Lucas! Get a grip!'

"Are you like this when you're drunk, Beatrice?"

Silence answered him as Beatrice was staring at him seductively and looked as if she was still out if it.

Lucas remembered the guy Beatrice came with and his mood turned darker. He felt anger burning up inside him as he imagined Beatrice showing this side to other people.

"Were you and the guy you came with also did the same things?"

Lucas asked coldly as he felt a painful discomfort in his heart and anger was boiling up from inside him. That guy might have touched her, seeing her in this state.

No man could ever resist Beatrice if they see her like this and that guy could have possibly.

His whole body was clouded with anger and he was seeing red.

Beatrice was his and he couldn't let another person touch what's his.

"No…... You're the only guy I did these things with."

Lucas stiffened from what he heard. It felt like cold water drenched him and his anger immediately dissipated.

'Was she serious? I'm the only one she did these things with.'

Lucas felt the burning lust inside him growing bigger. The fire in him was inextinguishable and it was spreading all across his body. His mind was all in jumbles and his sanity fully left him.

He stared at her with his grey eyes full of lust and pounced on her, kissing her fully on the lips. It was intense and the heat from the kiss was emanating all over the room.

"Open your mouth, Beatrice"

Beatrice parted her lips slightly enough for Lucas to slip his tongue in, savoring her sweet mouth. His tongue explored and Beatrice didn't back down without a fight. Their tongues fought in a game of tug and war and it was getting intense every second that passed.

Lucas pushed her slightly and Beatrice lay down on the sofa not breaking the kiss. They parted for a while to catch their breaths but quickly continued with their lips connected with each other.

Beatrice moaned and Lucas thought it sounded heavenly and sexy enough for his member to tighten up more and the pain in his pants was unbearable.

"Oh, God Beatrice!"

He kissed her neck lingering on it for a few minutes. He licked and sucked at her soft skin and he could hear soft moans escaping from her lips. He traveled to her neck, to her shoulder, and stopped to look at her breast that was only covered by a piece of clothing.

He reached for under her and found her bra's lock but when she looked back at her face….Beatrice was peacefully sleeping.

Her eyes were close and he could hear her soft snores. Her breathing had calmed down and he could see the gentle rise and fall of her chest.

"Oh shit, fucking shit!" He tried to wake her up but Beatrice was sleeping like a log.

Lucas couldn't bring himself to continue where he left. After all, he was not the type of person that takes advantage of his drunk and sleeping wife.

He sighed deeply and felt like the world gave him his greatest dilemma yet.

"So much for blue balls, "