Just a one-shot to fill the void while I finish my other story
After The Party
Claire smiled as they pulled up to Leon's apartment, "Here we are... " she said. It was just after 1:00 AM and Leon was in no condition to drive.
He sighed, unfastening his seat-belt, "Thanks".
"Not a problem" Claire grinned.
Leon didn't attempt to get out of the car, instead he seemed to make himself more comfortable, and then he turned to Claire and stared at her, just a little too long.
"What?" Claire asked, laughing lightly.
Leon hesitated, and she could see his pupils dilate, "Do you know how perfect you are? You're perfect."
Claire smiled wide at the unexpected compliment, "we need to get you drunk more often" she said.
"I mean it..." Leon whispered, stone faced.
Claire's smile turned bashful then, and she averted her eyes, "Well... I'm really flattered... but I'll bet that tomorrow you won't even remember saying that...".
"You think so?" said Leon, "Maybe you can remind me over breakfast... ".
Claire laughed nervously at the suggestion, "You are absolutely wasted!" she said.
Leon continued to gaze at her, "Am I?" he asked, and then he slowly reached over and took her hand, drawing it to his lips. He kissed her knuckles, and the gesture sent a shiver to Claire's toes. She kept her composure though, biting her lip to hold back her excitement.
"Goodnight, Leon" she smirked, and then she pulled her hand away. Leon made a hopeless sound in his throat and then began to climb, rather clumsily, from the car. He tripped up the curb and almost fell, but regained his balance on a nearby lamp post. Claire stifled a laugh.
"Do you need some help?" she called, almost teasing.
Leon shot her a half smile, "Maybe out of these pants... " he said.
Claire chuckled, blushing again, "Get inside, before you hurt yourself."
She watched him head down the walkway, slow and unsteady, then he stopped suddenly, cranking his neck to get another look at her
"Claire... " he shouted, "You'll still be perfect when I'm sober, you know. You're always perfect."