Who: Marcus and Celes What: Drunk Marcus! When: The early days of their relationship Where: Celes' house Warnings: Adorable drunk gods attempting to be seductive
Celes' intentions were purely innocent.
Okay, maybe they weren't but she still did like getting Marcus drunk because he seemed to be a little more relaxed. Not that she couldn't benefit from getting smashed too. It made her loosen up. She did intend on drinking but her goal was to get Marcus drunk and take those pictures she had promised Amber. She just hoped she didn't end up in any. Not that her reputation could be smeared. Everyone loved video games.
"Oh Maaarcus!" She called, letting the front door close loudly. Surely he would be there waiting ever so patiently for his dear friend. Tequila, vodka (ugh), rum. Celes had the basics that were sure to get him shitfaced.
Her footsteps no longer echoed through the now completely furnished house. Each room was dedicated to a particular game or character. Mario and Luigi had the largest rooms, as they were her pride and joy. Then there was a room dedicated to gaming, even though each room had at least one type of system hidden somewhere during those long breaks between her serious gaming time. The rule was no touching any game or system or controller without Celes' express permission. She had controllers specifically for guests and her own stash hidden away in her bedroom.
But all of that was beside the point.
"MARCUS!" She called again, setting everything out on the living room coffee table.
Marcus had a very strict policy about never turning down an opportunity to get completely plastered. Getting plastered with Celes would be even more fun. It would be a good warm-up for the Facebook company Christmas party. Amber had banned him from going, which was practically a double dog dare.
"I'm in here!" Marcus yelled. "Are Mario's eyes supposed to be following me? Because they are."
While Celes did attend her own company's annual Christmas party she was better at not getting drunk and making a complete fool of herself. In fact, she put on such a good nerd act that all her colleagues couldn't even imagine her so much as sipping a beer. Which she didn't particularly like, but boy would they be shocked to see what she was about to do. She was of course one of very few females who worked where she did and with her perfect score she tended to be the one the guys could never get on a date. The whole yeah I don't do dating because it's weird and awkward always seemed to work.
Until now. At least Marcus wasn't a coworker. Ahem.
She followed where his voice rang out, looking at Mario and considering him for a moment. "Yep." Without another word she grabbed his hand and lead him to the living room. "Time for getting sloshed."
"He's staring into my digital soul," Marcus laughed, letting himself get dragged into the living room without any resistance at all. He wasn't quite sure what Celes had planned (besides getting him drunk, duh), but he was willing to go for just about anything. Celes was fun.
"It's always time for getting sloshed," Marcus said, reaching for one of the bottles. "If I could have a vodka I.V., I would."
"Good. He'd better be or I'd have to redo this whole room." Exactly what she had in mind besides getting him drunk she wasn't entirely sure herself. There was something in her mind that said she would have her way with him, but that sounded bad and Celes could never do that to him. Or anyone for that matter. Maybe if he consented...
"I know," she said cheerfully. "That might be going a bit far, but maybe a bottle a day," she said with a wink. Celes set herself on the couch, looking up at him with a little grin. "I thought you could practice your body shots." No sooner had she said it did she pull up her shirt enough to reveal her stomach.
Marcus grinned, although a voice in his head that sounded suspiciously like Amber said that it was a leer and he wasn't fooling anyone. He told his mental-Amber to shut up, because she was not invited to the 'body shots off Celes' party.
"I'm an expert at body shots," Marcus said, still grinning-slash-leering. "But I'm always up for improving."
Celes wouldn't admit it because she had gotten over some of her awkwardness, but she was incredibly nervous about someone doing body shots off of her body. It wasn't something she had ever done and she was expecting a cold, tickling sensation. Wherever this would lead she had no idea, but something in her mind said that as long as only she was the one he was doing shots off of she would be just fine. Was that a touch of jealousy? Ooohhh.
"Good, cause I've never done this before," she said with a firm look at him.
"Lay back on the couch, grasshopper," Marcus said, a bottle of tequila in one hand, "and I will show you the ways of the body shot."
God, it was weird to be doing this with someone he actually liked. Which wasn't to say he didn't like the various bar skanks he'd done this with, but that was in more of a "Hey, you are put together nicely and have your hand down my pants, we can work with this" way. Whereas Celes was all...cool. She was like him, another god, and he actually liked hanging out with her. She wasn't axe crazy like 4Chan or lunatic control freak like Amber.
It was weirding him out a little. Still, though, he tilted the tequila bottle over Celes' stomach, saying, "The human body doesn't really come designed with booze holders, which I consider a design flaw."
Celes smirked and gave him a strange look when he called her 'grasshopper'. "Turning into a ninja master on me?"
And then there was Celes who'd never, ever done this and the whole thing was awkward to her in general. She could have said or done anything in this moment to make it even more awkward, or less awkward if she really tried, but nothing came to mind.
She braced herself for a sudden cold liquid on her stomach and made a face to go right along with it. She laughed, "Shot glass bellybuttons. That'd be one weird looking body, though."
Marcus grinned. "Pfft, I am a ninja master. Also a Sith Lord."
Carefully, Marcus tipped the bottle, letting tequila pour onto Celes slowly. Before he could think himself out of doing it, he leaned down and sucked the alcohol of Celes' stomach, her skin smooth against his lips and the tequila burning his throat pleasantly. He licked his lips when the tequila was gone, not a drop spilled off of Celes.
"See?" he said, voice rougher than usual. He chose to believe it was because of the alcohol. "Magic."
Celes' brow rose a little, "You've got nothing on me." Which was true. No one had anything on the goddess of Video Games. Except maybe a real life ninja, and since Sith didn't exist (sadly) she was safe there.
Her jaw tightened and she gave a little squeal, "Gods that's cold." But she did her best not to move. If anything had spilled it would have been her fault. The tickling she felt was brief but there was something that stirred in her. Even if she did intend on getting him drunk just to get pictures and post them just for Amber, this whole thing was a way of getting over her own nerves.
She smirked, "Magic, right." That strange feeling was still there. There had been the one she'd been trying to ignore that she had finally come to terms with but hadn't been honest about. This one was entirely new. "Marcus," she was a little hoarse, though had no reason to be.
Marcus grinned at her, feeling weirdly fluttery, kind of like that time 4Chan had spiked his drink. He tipped the tequila out again instead of speaking, lowering his lips to Celes' stomach again. He couldn't think of anything smooth or even snarky to say. The only thing that was coming to mind was 'You're pretty.'
It was possible he was in real trouble here.
"You'll have me drunk in no time," Marcus said as he looked up, licking the tequila off his lips.
The good thing to know about Celes was that she didn't spike drinks unless in the company of good friends and or family. Never in the company of strangers, because you just never knew what would happen. Not that it really made any sense. At least she didn't put drugs in it...
That annoying fluttering sensation just would not leave her alone. Only when she had spoken his name did she realize exactly what she wanted. Her heart and her brain were actually in concordance with this decision.
It was now or never. So without even saying another word she grabbed the front of his shirt and tugged him down toward her. Her lips pressed against his before she had time to stop herself.
The first thing that Marcus thought when Celes grabbed him was 'Oh Jesus, finally'. The second thought was some vague concern that he was going to knock over the bottle of tequila.
Then he pretty much thought that fuck the tequila, Celes was kissing him. He slid his hand down to cup her neck and kissed back, pulling her up a little as he did.
If tequila was spilled all over the floor, so be it. Celes had more important things on her mind than cleaning up.
Some might call her a cougar. Well, that's exactly what she should be called considering the huge age gap. But who cared? She allowed him to pull her up and her own hands slid from shirt to his neck as she made that gap between them a little smaller.
He wrapped his other hand around her waist, and he heard a clinking sound as he accidentally kicked over some of the (thankfully unopened) bottles sitting on the ground. But he had much better things to be paying attention to, like the fact that Celes was pressed against him.
When he finally pulled his head back just a little for air, he muttered, "If me taking body shots off you hadn't involved making out at some point, I'd have really worried about my sex appeal."
Celes seemed relatively unfazed by the clinking. If anything it was just a humorous background noise that would have made her laugh. Thankfully she didn't because by the gods she was enjoying this way too much.
A little voice in her head whined when he pulled back and said Nooooooo! DON'T STOP YOU FOOL! But she kept it silent otherwise. Instead she grinned, "Yeah well I'm not your average girl. I could always put you on a tutu and have you dance around for my affection."