Imagine sharing an alcoholic drink with your younger age gap F/O for the first time.
You carefully decide what kind of drink is best to start them with; whether a sweet cocktail that hides the taste of the alcohol, or an expensive, top shelf drink on the rocks to start them with the good stuff, or something else. Maybe you get their input on what they want, or maybe they just let you choose because they know what’s best.
You hand them the glass, pleased with yourself, and watch as they drink it. Maybe they cough a little at the burn, or maybe they really like the taste! But they drink it, and since it’s their first, you get to see how it affects them almost immediately. You get to watch them get snuggly, or giggly, or loud; watching as their cheeks flush and they sway a little in their seat.
You put your arm around them, and kiss their temple, as they smile wide and thank you for sharing a brand new experience with them.
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Imagine your older age gap F/O sharing an alcoholic drink with you for the first time.
You watch as they carefully decide what kind of drink is best to start you with; whether a sweet cocktail that hides the taste of the alcohol, or an expensive, top shelf drink on the rocks to start them with the good stuff, or something else. Maybe you tell them what you want to have, or maybe you just let them chose because they know what’s best.
They hand you the glass, looking pleased with themself, and they watch as you drink it. Maybe you cough a little at the burn, or maybe you really like the taste! But you drink it, and since it’s you first, your F/O gets to see how it affects you almost immediately. They get to watch you get snuggly, or giggly, or loud; watching as you feel cheeks flush and you sway a little in your seat.
They put their arm around you, and kiss your temple as you smile wide, and thank them for sharing a brand new experience with you.
New years has passed but since I got way too drunk last night…
Imagine your F/O taking care of you while you’re drunk. They run their fingers through your hair, and rub your shoulder making sure that you’re okay and comfortable <3 maybe even chuckling at your drunk babbles or kissing your forehead. Letting you know they’re there for you.
You know, it’s funny, I don’t think Harry and I have ever been on a formal or proper date. Our relationship isn’t exactly what one would call standard.
But perhaps how we began to get close counts.
I ran into him one night in one of the ‘villain bars’ shortly after we all thought that his father Norman had died. I could tell that Harry was in a bad way, quite badly drunk and having attracted some unwelcome aggressive attention. I inserted myself into the brewing altercation and convinced the aggressors it wasn’t in their best interests to continue the argument, and then I sat down with Harry, hoping to sober him up a little.
I found myself becoming very concerned for him, it was clear he was feeling very lost, and liable to end up doing something he regretted. So I insisted he come back to my lab with me.
I made him some food, got him a change of clothes, and generally tried to take care of him. Well, Harry’s very physically affectionate–much like his father, whom I was perhaps also missing as well.
