that one drunk augustine fanart (good ending)
smut warning... obvs

I'm drunk.

I take another shot. I watch Augustine by the bar do the same. He smiles lopsidedly. He's drunk.

His hair sort of falls in his face as he comes over and kisses me. He's a good kisser at the best of times, however is always very careful, even in our most passionate moments. Feeling his hands at my waist move downward and his lips sloppily pushing against mine is awakening something else.

It's somehow one of the hottest damn things the man has ever done.

"Augustine..." I murmur as our lips part. The music is loud, and I'm not sure if he heard me. A soft smile crosses his lips. He heard me, alright.

His hands move from my hips, around to the bottom of my back.

"Yes, my love?"

"I..."

"Yes? Go on. Be a good girl and tell me." he whispers. His hands on my back gently push me towards him, so our torsos touch. Augustine places his hands right on my ass. 

"I want you." I whisper.

"I know, darling." He replies. He moves towards my ear. "I can't wait to see you naked, my gorgeous girl. You're so beautiful."

I feel my cheeks heat up, and he pulls away, taking my hand. We head outside of the bar, and he hails a cab.

We pile into the back of this cab, and his arms go around my waist again, stroking my hips gently. He chats away friendlily to the cab driver, while he pushes his hand up my shirt and strokes every inch of my body he can touch. We arrive home, and head inside.

As soon as that door closes, the small, polite smile on his face changes. He still smiles - but there's a hunger; a passion. For me.

He moves quickly and immediately. His hands go up my top, removing it in one quick, effortless motion. He pauses to kiss my neck and collar bones, before he moves down and removes my skirt quickly. I stand before him, almost completely exposed.

"You're so gorgeous." he whispers, placing his chin between my breasts. "I'm so in love with you."

"Please, just fuck me." I mumble.

He pushes me over to the couch, removing my underwear. I watch him wiggle out of his own clothes.

"You ready, my love?" he asks.

"Yes."

He starts by kissing me gently. "You're so incredibly beautiful, my darling." he whispers. His hands run over my chest. "You make me want to gaze at you forever. If I ever go blind, I'll be happy as long as you're the last thing I see."

He cups my face, grinding against me slowly. He gives a low, gentle moan.

"I'm so in love with you. Are you ready?"

"Please, Augustine, I'm so ready." I whisper, my legs spreading almost against my own will. Almost.

Slowly, he enters me, so slowly it's almost agonising having to wait. "All good so far?"

"Yes."

He thrusts, gently at first, before building momentum.  I bite my lip, the pleasure of the moment building up.

"Faster?" he asks.

"And harder." I mumble.

He does as I ask, speeding up. Our bare skin slaps against each other, and while it leaves a slight sharp pain every time, all I can think of is the pleasure of the moment. Just us two, our souls combining as one.

He groans softly. "God, Eden." he mutters. The sound of his voice is enough for me.

"Fuck you, I'm gonna-" I start.

"Me too."

I feel that pressure build up, and suddenly I'm at the height of my pleasure; orgasming in a rush of endorphins and love.

Augustine pulls out of me, almost immediately finishing on my chest. I take in deep breaths, processing the emotion rushing through me.

"You okay?" he murmurs.

"Yes."

He grabs the blanket off the back of the couch and wraps it around me.

"Go nip to the toilet. I'll get you some water." He says.

I run off to the bathroom and clean myself up, and of course pee because I might be drunk but sober Eden doesn't want a UTI.

I head back downstairs, and Augustine brings me a cup of water and a bowl of popcorn. We sit back on the couch, and turn Netflix on the TV on.

He pulls me against his soft, warm body, kisses my head, and cuddles me until we're both fast asleep.