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Gaz didn’t know how it began, really. He isn’t sure if it was the whiskey settling in your stomach that gave you the courage, but he found himself laying on the couch with you on top of him, pressing your lips against his. In the middle of the common room.
You taste like whiskey and the cherry chapstick you applied multiple times through-out the night. You sigh softly as you move your lips against Gaz’s, your hand on his shoulder to hold him down onto the couch. If he wanted to, he could push you off, but he quite likes you in his lap. One of his hands rests on your thigh while the other has a firm grasp on your waist. Gaz kisses you like you’re the fountain of youth, like you’ll slip away any chance he doesn’t have his lips on your skin. Your other hand comes up and cups his cheek, feeling his stubble under your palm and a nearly healed cut under your thumb.
He lets out a noise of satisfaction as he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, his lips needily moving against yours. You hum and you can’t help but smile into the kiss, feeling Gaz’s hand on your waist squeeze the curve of your body. You try your best to breathe in and out through your nose in the kiss so you don’t have to pull away, but mixing minimal access to oxygen and being drunk, you can’t handle it. You try to pull away but Gaz’s lips follow yours, a distressed noise leaving him. “Mmh, Gaz-“ You breathe out against his lips, moving your hand from his shoulder to Gaz’s chest and you press down to keep him in place. You let out light pants as you look down at the man, and he is wrecked.
Gaz is looking up at you as if you’re God himself, as if you’re the only thing that matters in this world. His eyes are glazed over, and you can’t tell if he’s drunk from the drinks you’d shared with him, or because of the kiss. “C’mon, babe..” He murmurs, letting go of your waist and he pushes himself up on the couch with you in his lap. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, bringing your face close to his. “What is it, Garrick?” You ask, feigning innocence. There’s a slur to your words as the alcohol acted as liquid confidence for you. Without another word, Gaz closes the distance once again.