Performing for you 16#

Cali
I opened my mouth, but I choked. Yes, of course I could tell him, but the question is, will I mean it? At this moment, probably not. I tore myself away from him and buried my face into the pillow, not wanting to see him. Love, love is such a simple word. Only four letters. But it weighs a million pounds. I gulped back a sob and tried to calm myself. He had nightmares, and I'm the one crying. Logically.

Frederick
He didn't reply. There were a good few explainations for that; he had just been crying, saying that might not have been the best idea, he might also note habe heard me or he just doesn't want to lie. I hate anyone lying, especially about something like this. It just hurt to think that. I didn't really want to think like that.

(skip to when freddie comes home?)

(Yup)
Frederick
Opening the door is a hard and unnecessary process. Why do we need to shove this shiny oddly shaped thing into that shiny thing with teeth. It just seems cruel to the first shiny thing. But I couldn't do it, the door wouldn't open. Even shouting Alohmora at it hasn't worked, "Cali. Cali..."

Cali
"Yeah?" I was finishing up a project and mourning the loss of my dignity. How could I break into pieces like that? Why? This wasn't Glee, nothing in my life required tears to be solid. But alas, maybe I was wrong.

Frederick
"I am having technical problems with the door and shiny thing" I said, my voice was slightly slurred, but not too a massive extend. But I still don't agree with the door.

Cali
"What? Are you drunk?" I got up and headed to the door. I have to admit, I was a bit excited. The best hook ups are drunk hookups. But... wasn't that the kind of thing I wanted to avoid? I don't even know anymore. I opened the door.

Frederick
"How did you do that, this door is like really mean." I walked through the door, but tripped over the doorstep and fell into Cali. "IT IS ATTACKING" I shouted, using Cali's shirt to pull myself into a straighter position.

Cali
"You ARE drunk, where'd you get drunk?" I asked and helped him up. If he was drunk he might not remember- no, stop right there.

Frederick
"The nice people. The nice people at, at, erm, that big place with lots of lights and cameras" I stammered, staring up towards Cali with a grin plastered on to my face. "They changed the lighting colour there were red yellow blue even green! Green Cali. I don't like green. It is too tree-y. Oh. They gave us drinks and put load music on to celebrate the, erm, I forgot"

Cali
"Oh my God", I groaned and pulled him to the bedroom."I'm too tired to deal with this shit, let's put you to sleep. That came out wrong, but the hell with it."

Frederick
"But I don't want to be put to sleep." I complained, quickly scanning my surrondings before pushing Cali against a wall that wasn't covered in book shelves. "Sleeping is boring" I announced, looking at him for a second before slamming my lips against his.

Cali
He smelt of beer and something else I couldn't place, nothing I would find unattractive, and there was something hot about him being this way, but I had to remember. He was drunk. I couldn't keep on using him like that. I pushed him away, hating it with every molecule of my being."You're not yourself. This can wait until you sober up."

Frederick
I pouted childishly at him; "I am myself, I did not change." I said, trying to reach back towards him to kiss him again. I believe it has been too long, so I grabbed his hands, lifting them above his head and holding them there so I could kiss him again.

Cali
"Oh my god", I exclaimed again, but this time it was a gasp. Dammit, where did he learn to kiss like this? I felt like my knees might just give up. "Freddie, please, just listen." Listen quickly because I might not last long under his lips.

Frederick
I was curious for what he was going to say, Cali usually says good interesting stuff. Or at least I think so, my mind is buzzing and fuzzy so I can't remember properly. I moved back an inch or so so he was able to talk, but if it is boring I shall continue.

Cali
"Let's get you a coffee or something, to sober you up. If we do it now you'll wake up with the worst headache", I blabbered, not really sure if I made any sense. But after that brainstorm, when he said he loved me, I will not take my chances. No matter how it felt. And it felt really, really good.

Frederick
"But Cali..." I complsined dragging the i in a child like manner. I don't want coffee, I just want Cali. Cali is better than any coffee. "But Cali, I don't want coffee" I said to him, but loosened my grip on his arms.

Cali
"You're not think thinking straight!" Well, we know the proper response to that. I tried to undo myself from his grip, but couldn't, my tries only resulting in getting closer to him.

(i had to)

(Ha)
Frederick
"I blame you for that" I replied. Coffee? Boring. Cali? Not so much. With him getting closer, I kissed him, but this time on the neck as my hand eye coordination is off.

Cali
I let out a wheezing sound through my nose."Freddie please-" that's all I could say, but then I lost my tongue. Where? God knows. What was I going to say? I'm sorry, but I now know how you felt, invaded? I both hated and loved the thought of doing this. Was it the only thing that kept us together?

Frederick
Seeing that not as a protest, I pushed him back up against the wall and kissed him again, this time properly. I had let go of his hands so I could tangle mine in his hair.

(isnt this slightly illegal)

(how)

Cali
I ungracefully plopped to the floor, but not before I could wrap my hands around him, so I pulled him down with me. Love, hate. How could we ever know? We lived together, and why? Becose I liked the way he kisses me? Because his hands in my hair make me float? Why was this so confusing?"I'm sorry I'm not a good boyfriend I'm sorry I turned you into this, but ahh..." I pulled him closer. If he had buttons on his shirt, I'd be undoing them.

(cali was clearly saying no to him)
Frederick
I grinned at him, and pulled him in for another kiss, before trailing them down his jawline and neck. "Better than coffee?" I asked him, my voice still slightly slurred but improving from before hand.

(he has guilt issues)

Cali
"I'd still rather pick coffee." I am what seems to be the smartest person alive. I tangled my fingers in his hair and pulled him back up, kissing him back with the same force. If kisses were destructive to my body, I'd be just a pile of ash by now. I repeat, who thought him this?