Chapter 10: Just a Drunk Mistake (NC-17)

After her conversation with Patcharawee ended, Tawan walked out of the café feeling a strange mix of disappointment and relief.

Disappointment... because the person she had once waited for—standing still, hoping to be chosen—had turned out to be someone who used her name in a lie.

But more than that, she felt relieved.

Relieved that the ambiguous relationship she had struggled to sever had finally come to a clean end.

Relieved that from now on, she wouldn’t have to wonder, wouldn’t have to wait, and wouldn’t have to feel guilty for walking away.

The small gate creaked open softly as she arrived home.

Tawan stepped inside, head bowed, letting out a quiet sigh. Then suddenly, a voice rang out.

“You’re back already!”

She froze and looked up, spotting Praemai standing there in a casual outfit, beaming at her like she had something wonderful to share.

Tawan’s lips curved into a smile before she could stop herself.

And in that moment, the weight she’d been carrying seemed to lift—just a little.

“I got a job!” Praemai said excitedly. “Actually, two job offers!”

Tawan blinked, trying to process the news, before letting out a soft laugh.

“That’s amazing. See? I told you you could do it.”

Before she could ask which companies made the offers, another voice chimed in from the hallway.

“Sis! We’ve gotta throw a party for Praemai!”

Narin came bouncing in, waving her arms like this was breaking news on national television.

“Two offers? That totally calls for a celebration!”

Tawan turned to Praemai. “Do you want to have one?”

Praemai hesitated for a second, then gave a small smile.

“Well… it could be fun.”

“Okay. Let’s do it,” Tawan nodded.

“Yay!” Narin cheered, practically jumping with joy.

“But no getting drunk,” Tawan warned, her voice firm.

Narin pouted in mock disappointment.

“Ahem… I can only promise to try, Sis.”

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Tawan’s warning—“No drinking”—went in one ear and out the other for Narin. To her, a party without alcohol wasn’t a real party at all.

That night, the house was filled with laughter. A small hotpot sat bubbling in the middle of the kitchen table, and the three of them gathered around it, sipping drinks and enjoying a simple meal. Despite the modest setting, the atmosphere was warm, lively, and full of genuine cheer.

Not long into the meal, Narin launched what she proudly called her "Operation: Get Sis Drunk"—a plan she’d carefully crafted in advance. The goal? To get her sister tipsy enough to spill her deepest secrets. It started innocently enough with a friendly drinking challenge, glass after glass.

But things didn’t exactly go as planned… because the one who got drunk alongside Tawan was none other than Narin herself. And the person who surprisingly held her liquor the best? Praemai, who remained the most clear-headed of the three.

“Sis~ Ever since Praemai moved in, you’ve been way nicer, you know that~? When are you gonna admit you like her already...?” Narin slurred, giggling before slumping forward onto the table—completely knocked out.

Tawan, tipsy and sluggish, glanced up with a groggy retort. “What the hell are you talking about, Narin…”

Praemai could only let out a soft laugh at the chaos between the two sisters. Then she sighed, resigned to her fate. Tonight, it looked like she was the only one still sober in the entire house.

Which meant, like it or not, the task of dragging the drunks to bed fell squarely on her shoulders.

After settling Narin in her room, Praemai turned to deal with the second part of her night’s mission.

“Can you even walk?” she asked, reaching out to help Tawan, who was trying to rise from her chair in a very clumsy fashion.

“I can…” came the soft, drunken reply—but the moment she stood up, she nearly collapsed right into Praemai’s arms.

“Yeah… looks like you can walk just fine,” Praemai muttered with a suppressed laugh, steadying the older woman’s arm and guiding her up the stairs one slow step at a time.

Along the way, Tawan chuckled to herself and mumbled incoherent things under her breath, throwing in an occasional, “Rawr~” and “You’re really cute these days,” which made it harder for Praemai to hold back her own laughter.

“We’re here,” Praemai said softly as they reached the bedroom. She gently lowered Tawan onto the edge of the bed and turned to leave.

“Hey… don’t go yet.”

The low murmur broke the silence, stopping Praemai in her tracks. A warm hand caught her wrist, prompting her to turn back and look at Tawan, who was still leaning against the headboard, eyes glazed and glossy from the alcohol.

“I’ve been wondering…” Tawan said in a hushed voice. “Why don’t you call me ‘P’ Tawan’ anymore… like you used to?”

Praemai burst into a quiet laugh. “You’re seriously overthinking this?”

“It matters,” Tawan replied with the pout of a sulky child. “Ever since we met again, it’s always just ‘you and me.’ You don’t use that anymore.”

She went quiet for a moment, cheeks puffed out.

“It’s not cute.”

Praemai smiled, trying not to laugh again. “Well… the last time we met, I thought you were my dad’s mistress,” she said honestly. “And I kind of said a lot of awful things to you. It’s a bit of a hit to my pride to call you that again.”

Tawan pouted deeper, clearly unimpressed.

“But I want you to call me P’ Tawan. Right now.”

“What is this… are you being a demanding drunk now?”

“Say it.”

In the end, Praemai gave in.

“…P’ Tawan.”

Tawan’s lips curled into a pleased smile, her eyes crinkling until they nearly disappeared, like a child who had just received her favorite toy.

“Praemai, you’re so cute…”

The words might have slipped out under the influence, but they sent Praemai’s heart racing all the same.

Then, without warning, Tawan’s warm hand touched her arm, gently guiding her down to sit beside her on the bed—before Praemai even realized what was happening.

There were no more words between them now—only their eyes, locked together in such close proximity that they could hear each other’s breaths, feel every trembling beat of their hearts.

Maybe it was the alcohol.

Maybe it was the atmosphere.

Or maybe it was the feelings they’d kept buried deep for so long—quiet and unspoken—until tonight, when there was no longer any reason to hide.

Their lips met softly at first, as if testing the waters.

That first kiss was gentle, tentative.

Their tongues brushed hesitantly, shy and awkward, like two people afraid to go too far too fast.

But then... hesitation melted away.

The alcohol in their veins dissolved the boundaries.

The kiss deepened.

From soft to intense.

From timid to consuming.

Their breaths grew uneven, and every touch became a force of gravity too strong to resist.

This wasn’t just a kiss—it was a confession. A longing neither of them had dared to name until now.

And in this moment, with no one else in the world but each other,

Tawan and Praemai shared a kind of intimacy neither had ever known.

On the bed, the air turned heavy with the weight of raw desire—unfiltered, untamed.

The alcohol had burned away their fear, their hesitation, leaving only courage... and hunger.

There were no more thoughts of “should” or “shouldn’t.”

No one wanted to stop what their bodies were begging for.

Praemai was pulled closer, her body pressed tightly against Tawan’s. The scent of alcohol lingered in their breaths, making the world spin slightly. Though their intoxication wasn’t equal, their desire burned just as fiercely.

Tawan’s hand slid slowly along Praemai’s waist, sneaking under the hem of her shirt. Long fingers traveled upward, slipping beneath her bra to cup the soft swell of her breast—warm and trembling beneath her palm. She squeezed gently.

Praemai arched into the touch. Her hand flew up to grab Tawan’s wrist, holding her in place. She turned her face away, cheeks burning with embarrassment, but when she spoke—her voice was a sultry tease that nearly drove Tawan insane.

“...Gently, please.”

It was like throwing fuel on a fire.

Already tipsy from alcohol, Tawan now felt drunk on her.

With a low growl, she bit down on her lip and tightened her grip, squeezing Praemai’s breast more firmly, making the girl moan aloud. Then her fingers circled the sensitive peak, teasing and pinching with wicked intent.

Praemai squeezed her eyes shut, her body trembling. Both hands clutched the bedsheet, knuckles white, as Tawan’s fingers played with her mercilessly. Sweet, breathy moans slipped from her lips, uncontrolled.

Alcohol gave them the courage to give in.

No one cared about crossing lines anymore—especially Tawan, who should’ve known better.

She shifted her weight and straddled Praemai, gently guiding her down onto the bed. Her face dipped low, lips finding the curve of Praemai’s neck, planting soft kisses there before biting down—leaving faint, teasing marks in her wake.

Tawan could no longer control herself. The alcohol dulled her inhibitions and set loose something primal inside her—something she usually kept deeply buried.

She stripped off Praemai’s shirt without hesitation and tossed it beside the bed. Her hands slid down to unclasp her bra, yanking it up hurriedly to rest above her stomach, but she didn’t remove it completely.

Tawan leaned in and kissed Praemai again—this time rough, urgent, and full of desire. Her lips trailed downward to the soft curve of Praemai’s breasts, kissing, nibbling, and sucking with no restraint. Her tongue moved in slow, teasing circles like someone drunk on the taste and scent of her lover, unable to stop.

“Mm... please… not so rough,” Praemai whispered breathlessly, eyes tightly shut as her chest rose and fell with shallow, trembling breaths.

Tawan’s fingers glided down to gently brush against her skin, then tugged urgently at the waistband of her pajama shorts, pulling them down with a swiftness that left no room for hesitation.

Clothes fell away piece by piece until there was nothing left between them.

Tawan buried her face in the crook of Praemai’s neck, breathing in her scent as if she wanted to remember it for the rest of her life. The alcohol seemed to amplify everything—making the warmth of her skin and the sweetness of her smell almost overwhelming.

“Don’t… don’t call me that,” she murmured against her ear, voice thick with emotion.

Tawan’s lips brushed lightly against Praemai’s earlobe. Her breath was warm, laced with the scent of alcohol, and sent a shiver down Praemai’s spine.

“Call me P’ Tawan,” she said softly. “If you don’t… I might have to tease you.”

The whisper was playful, but hot enough to make her heart stutter.

Praemai didn’t answer right away. This version of Tawan didn’t feel like the one she knew. This Tawan was teasing, shameless, and looked at her like she wanted to devour her whole.

While Praemai was still lost in her thoughts, Tawan let out a soft, drunken chuckle. Her hands slid down to grasp both of Praemai’s thighs and gently eased them apart before the younger woman could react.

Her fingers, hot and deliberate, traced over the sensitive skin, stopping at the soft mound between her legs. She drew slow circles along the faint trail of hair that guarded her most intimate place—until, in one swift motion, her finger slipped inside.

Praemai jolted with a gasp, her breath catching as the sensation shot straight up her spine. A moan escaped her lips before she could even stop it.

“Ah—”

“Say my name,” Tawan murmured, gently moving her finger, but not going deeper. She circled, twisted, and teased her rhythmically, like she was trying to drive her mad with anticipation.

Praemai was already close to the edge.

“Ah… P’ Tawan…”

“Not enough,” she whispered into her ear, her voice husky with lust.

“Say it like this—‘P’ Tawan… please, make me feel good… I can’t take it anymore.’”

“You’re teasing me…” Praemai’s face flushed crimson, her eyes quivering—caught somewhere between embarrassment and overwhelming desire.

“Hurry,” Tawan urged, relentless.

Praemai was trembling, flustered, and aroused beyond control. Her body shivered, struggling to hold back. She shut her eyes tightly, then finally gave in with a pleading, breathless voice.

“P’ Tawan… please do it to me…”

“That’s not quite right,” the drunk woman said with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “You have to say… ‘P’ Tawan, please make me feel good… I can’t take it anymore.’ Say it like that, and I just might.”

Praemai bit her lip, her cheeks burning with shame. But the aching need inside her pushed her further than she had ever gone before.

“P’ Tawan… please make me feel good… I can’t take it anymore.” she whispered, barely louder than a breath.

That was the key. The final lock undone.

Tawan’s fingertip plunged deep inside without hesitation.

Praemai gasped, her entire body tensing in an instant. Tawan leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, as if to soothe her.

“Don’t be tense,” she whispered into her ear, the low heat in her voice sending shivers across Praemai’s skin. Then her finger began to move—faster, harder, deeper.

The slick, wet sounds grew louder.

Praemai clutched the bedsheet tightly, her body trembling in Tawan’s arms as she was taken higher, step by step—mercilessly and sweetly.

“P’ Tawan…” she moaned softly, panting. “…it feels… so good…”

The rush of sensation was unstoppable now. Waves of pleasure crashed through her, stealing her breath. Her sweet, uncontrolled moans escaped one after the other.

“Ah… P’ Tawan… I’m gonna come…”

Her voice shook violently. Her hands reached for Tawan’s arms, gripping so tightly her nails dug into skin. Her body arched instinctively into the touch, overwhelmed by the exquisite intensity surging through her.

And then—

Praemai’s body convulsed.

A sharp cry tore from her throat as she came hard, her legs clamping tightly together, her entire form shuddering uncontrollably. Her voice broke into helpless whimpers as she called out Tawan’s name.

Still, Tawan didn’t stop.

She lowered herself slowly. Her finger slid out with care, replaced by soft kisses that brushed against sensitive skin like rose petals.

And then came her tongue.

“Ah… wait… please!”

Praemai gasped, her body flinching from the sudden jolt of stimulation. She hadn’t even recovered from the first wave of desire, but Tawan’s tongue was already teasing the sensitive spot that hadn’t calmed… without a moment's rest.

“Let me taste you here, Praemai…”

The whisper was soft, almost gentle, yet laced with burning hunger. Her tongue slipped between those folds without hesitation, drawing a sharp cry from Praemai. Her legs trembled and clenched together, but she had no strength to push her away. All that escaped her lips were breathy moans, over and over again.

Tawan’s tongue was both soft and rough in all the right ways—enough to set Praemai ablaze all over again.

.

.

And in the next moment, Praemai shattered again. Her legs tensed as a second climax hit her hard, sending tremors through her body like a violent release.

Tawan pressed a slow, tender kiss on the inside of her thigh, leaving behind a lingering trace, like a final gift for the night. Then she pulled Praemai into her arms.

Praemai rested her face against Tawan’s shoulder, her breathing still heavy, her body slowly surrendering to the weight of exhaustion.

There were no more words.

Just the sound of their breaths gradually slowing, falling into rhythm—two people, tangled in warmth, drifting off to sleep together.

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