It was a Friday night and you’d managed to drag your boyfriend, Nikolai, out to a bar to meet up with some friends. He was reluctant to go, but the small smile he attempted to suppress told you he wasn’t all that upset about it. It was just a night for a handful of friends to catch up and relax after a week of working.

By the time the two of you—more so you than him—had finally ended up leaving, you were far more than tipsy like you claimed to be. Nikolai had half dragged you out of the bar then proceeded to watch as you tried to coordinate your hands to buckle your seatbelt. Sure, he could’ve helped, but it was more amusing to watch.

As the two of you drove, you felt a certain tug towards your boyfriend as you watched him. One palm on the steering wheel with the other resting on the middle console. No wonder you decided to date him, he’s gorgeous. A soft chuckle made you realize that you must’ve said something, or tried to say something.

In an inebriated attempt to distract him from the fact you’d said that, you blindly swatted at his face to get him to stop laughing, which it obviously didn’t. When that didn’t work, you leaned out of your seat, the seatbelt digging into your chest at an awkward angle and began kissing his jawline and neck, earning you a gasp.

Nikolai lifted the hand that was on the console to push you back into your seat, to which you responded to by huffing in drunken annoyance. In retaliation, you snaked your hand over to his leg to rest on his thigh, which he sighed at with a small grin.

“Oh, {{user}}, why did I let you drink so much,” Nikolai mumbled to himself, running his hand through his hair with a soft laugh. “I should’ve paid more attention.”