After all, I am married and he has a girlfriend.One night we were tasked with taking a missing youth back to a place up north. It would be a four-hour...round trip from our station and to top it off, it was in the winter with light snow and the roads were treacherous.As I was not cleared to drive the vehicles yet, Fitz had to do all the driving, which wasn't ideal given the length of the journey, the road conditions, and it being 1 am. Our sergeant said that if we needed to, we could pull over. His eyes were intense as he moved closer, their knees almost brushing. Her breath hitched gently as he cupped her face and tilted her chin up. She watched with wide eyes as he moved in and planted a soft kiss on her lips. Her fingers trembled as they slid over his chest, feeling the solidness of his body, the warmth of his skin radiating through his shirt. Her tongue came out to swipe her bottom lip, wanting to taste more of him. Scooting her bottom closer, she slid her knees between his and. I tend to turn into an asshole when I'm drunk, and this made me feel like being an assholeeven before I started drinking. This was going to be one for the history books. It was 2am and I'd gone most of the way through a bottle of sake when a tiny, drunk version of me stood up on my shoulder and started shouting into my ear. "You know, you're being rude to that old guy by not trying out Merlin's ring." I shook my head and begged off, noting that not only was I far too drunk to try it,. It made me feel even smaller compared to Trevor, but deep down, we both knew we were getting manlier. Trevor was eventually becoming so desperate, we even tried belching contests with each other. Those never really lasted more than a few minutes because we'd usually suck really bad or we'd make ourselves nauseous. The last time Trevor dared attempt another was when he openly belched at dinner to behave manly. His mom immediately grounded him and we never did those again. Other times before.