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Chapter 18 - Gary and Libby


Shaking my head slowly, i stare transparently down into the glass of golden whiskey. Im drunk. I know im drunk. I havent been this drunk for a long time. But the prescription for my pain killers doesnt start until tomorrow and everything hurts, my stomach, my ribs, my heart. My heart. 
God. What am i doing?
In my drunken state, i fumble in my pocket and retrieve my mobile.
2:56am
Great, just great! Vaguely, i remember Marjorie coming in after Gary ha gone upstairs and trying to get me to sleep...

"Libby?.. Darling please get some rest, for your own sake."
"But Garys in the bedroom Marjorie!" I sob over a glass of crisp white wine. "And he doesnt want to see me! He doesnt want to see me ever again!"
"Libby, sweetheart, Gary is in the kitchen with Ethan.  Hes just upset, hell get over it in no time, but you need your rest."
"Just leave me Marjorie." I snap suddenly, taking myself by surprise. "Go back to your son."
"Fuck.." I hiss slowly, planting the lass of whiskey, shakily down onto the coffee table. I need to apologise. I was so rude, to everyone. Okay. Wheres Ethan? I need to find my baby.

Loosing my balance almost three times, i stagger up to my feet and head for the stairs. Woah, theres so many of them....like hundreds. I giggle slightly. This is funny. No. No it isnt. I need to get to Ethan. Standing as straight as i can and gripping hold of the banister, i attempt the first step, and then the second, ok this is good, this is easy. Im fine, look Lib, youre fine.
In under minutes, im on the landing, and stumbling unsteadily into the room Ethan stays in. There he is.
Slowly i approach the cot, look at him, sleeping soundly, gosh hes so beautiful.
"Hey Baby..." I lean heavily over the cot to stroke the blonde hair off his forhead. "Im so sorry.." I whisper. "For everything, baby im sorry... Can you forgive me? Can you forgive Mummy?"
"Libby?"
I spin round when i hear a friendly face in the doorway. "Marjorie!" I gasp, kissing Ethan quickly on the head and staggering towards Garys mother. "Marjorie im so sorry!" I wrap an arm around her shoulder. "I was so rude to you!"
"Its fine." She smiles kindly, "I think you need to go to bed though sweetheart, ill see to Ethan."
"Hes fine. I just checked." I giggle as i pull away and stumble backwards into the bedroom Gary and i share.

Oh hes asleep, my beautiful, pissed off husband is asleep under the duvet, snoring softly as his body rises and falls.
"Cutie." I giggle again, dropping down heavily onto the bed, my head knocking Garys back.
"Lib?" Theres a mumble from the duvet, but i press my finger to my lips, trying to keep quiet. I think all the alcohol has numbed the pain from my abdomen, because i dont feel anything as i clamber to my knees and lean over Garys body.
"Lib?" He mutters again, rolling suddenly onto his back and nearly knocking me flying. "Lib is that you?"
"Hey Captain!" I giggle louder than i was meant to.
"Lib are you drunk?" Gary rubs his eyes slightly as he props himself up on his elbows.
"No!" I shake my head quickly. "I just came to say sorry."
"Sorry? What? Its three in the morning- Libby, wait- what are you doing?" He stops mid sentence as i disappear under the duvet. "Libby what are you doing?!"
"Apologising..." I giggle once more as i rub my thumb over his crotch.
"Oh god, Libby no." Gary reaches for my arms to pull me up, but  wriggle free, making sure to press my chest against his growing erection as i do so. "Stop!" He hisses again as i tug down his boxers, his length springing free.
"No!" I snigger back. "I dont like it when youre mad at me Captain...so im apologizing!"
"For fucks sake Libby dont be a twa-" Garys sentence is silenced by a low, animalistic moan as i run my tongue along the underside of his shaft, grinning slowly to myself as i do.
"Do you forgive me yet?" I breathe against Garys tip, before slowly closing my mouth around his erection, sucking gently.
"Elizebeth!" Gary growls, but his voice is thick with sleep and lust.

I dont answer, instead, i continue to move my mouth along Garys shaft, occasionally flicking my tongue around his tip.
"Youre so drunk." Gary breathes slowly, and i know he has hes eyes shut.
"Mm-h." I murmur, my lips vibrating around Gary, making him moan again as i begin to move faster, bringing my hand to the part of him my mouth cant reach and moving it in time
"Libby..." Gary warns and i know hes close, his fingers flex against my arms as he pushes his back further into the mattress, his legs stiffening beneath me. "Libby..shit!"
I swallow obediently as Gary finds his release, emptying himself into my mouth over and over.
"Jesus..." He grunts slowly as i swallow his load before licking my lips slowly and resting my head against his firm thigh. Jesus im tired.

"Eh...Eh.." Gary hisses, clutching my arms and puling me up the bed until my head is resting on the pillow next to him. "How much have you had?"
"Enough." I murmur. Just leave me to sleep for fucks sake....
"Your twat Libby." Gary grumbles as he rolls onto his side, looping an arm around my stomach and kissing my shoulder. "Sleep baby."
"So youre not mad at me?.." I whisper, fighting to keep myself awake.
"Libby i thought...i thought id lost you...If you could garuentee that ill never have to relive that moment, then ill never be mad at you again, ok?.." Gary kisses my shoulder again, before buiring his head in the crook of my neck. "I love you."
"Mh-h." I mumble. "Love you too."

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