Epilogue 11 - Too Much Champagne

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Song - teenage dream by Katy Perry
Warnings- smut included

2000

That next few months were difficult. I still went to band rehearsals but I had a lot of breakdowns so didn't feel ready to do shows again. Because of rehearsals I also had to find a new job because too much singing was wearing out my voice. So I got a trusty waitressing job.

I came home from work one Thursday afternoon feeling tired and hopeless. I was just about to fling my purse on the couch when I froze. There he was my incredibly sweet husband in a way to fancy outfit lighting candles on a red covered dinner table. He seemed a little shook up when he saw me.
"Oh. Sorry I wasn't expecting you so quic-"

"What's all this?" I asked smiling for the first time in too long.
"Uh well uh it's not much but I wanted to do something for us cause I know you've been down lately." Timmy said as he put out two plates of spaghetti.
"Oh baby." I walked up to him, put my arms around his neck and kissed him.
"Oh wait where's Daisy."
"She's at my ma's. I just wanted this to be us tonight."

His hands wandered to my hips.
"Oh Timmy I love you so much." I kissed him again and when we pulled apart he noticed a tear.
"Oh y/n don't cry."
My heart had been awfully fluttery lately.
"It's just so sweet."
"Sit down baby." He smiled.
I sat wiping away my tears.

"So...how was work?" He asked.
"Um okay. It was pretty empty today so I didn't do much."
He rubbed my left hand over the table as I tucked into some of the garlic bread he'd displayed.
"Baby, I have an idea."
"Hm?"
"I know it's been hard lately, and you're really feeling it."

"Uh huh?"
"Why don't we go on vacation?"
"Vacation?"
"Yeah. I thought," he pulled out two tickets from his back pocket. I gasped.
"We could go back to Paris. We always said that's where we felt we had all the time in the world."
"Uh Timmy I'd love that."

"Really?"
"Yes. Oh god yes! I need a break. I feel like I haven't had a day of since it happened. Let's do it let's go to Paris!"

...

With Daisy away at her grandma's me and Timmy were off to Paris. Timmy had bought us champagne on the flight and got me to a thoroughly tipsy state. So we glided through the airport with our arms hooked. We got to a rundown hotel. I think Timmy was expecting more from his now light wallet.

But the room was pretty. There was a nice painting and rose bedsheets.
"Ooh Timmy!" I exclaimed pointed to an unopened bottle of champagne on a small table. "You got us more champagne?" I said running toward it. There was a card.
"Um I didn't think I-"
"Mr. And Mrs. Harrison happy honey moon and enjoy your stay." I read, turning to Timmy and laughing.

"I guess they sent it to the wrong room."
"Well," he walked over in a cocky manner with his hands in his pockets. "I guess the Harrison's are gonna have much less fun than us." He grabbed the bottle and opened it with ease. It foamed and frothed.
"I can't believe you did that." I said with a shocked hand over my mouth.

"What?" He said before taking the bottle to his lips and taking a swig. "It's not our fault they got it wrong." He passed it to me. "I suppose it isn't." I replied.
About ten minutes later the bottle was drained of every drop and me and Timmy were drunkenly kissing on the french sheets. The taste of champagne was very strong transferring between our tongues.

My hungry hands gripped his white linen shirt.
"I want this off." I said against his lips. With that he was removing the buttons very quickly. Soon it was tossed aside and this gave me the freedom to trail my kisses down his chest. My red lipstick was smeared over his chest and his lips. So messy, so drunken, so passionate, so lustful.

"Your lips feel amazing on my skin." Timmy said clinging to my hair.
"You gotta let go." I laughed.
"Why?" He complained.
"So I can suck your dick."
He let go.
I smirked and pulled down his shorts, then his boxers. We were kissing for a good while but he wasn't quite hard yet so I had to jerk him off a little.

"Oh y/n you're good at that."
He didn't need to tell me, I could tell from the precum leaking out his tip. Then, I sank my mouth down on him, I saw him grip the sheets. I swirled my tongue over his tip and that made him shiver, so I done it again. And again. And again.
"Ugh babe stop or I'll cum down your throat." He moaned. I pulled off him.

I had a big grin. He had one too.
"Get naked."
I hurriedly began to remove my clothes, but clearly not fast enough as timmy ended up interfering to try and speed up the process.
When I finally was, he swooped a hand under the small of my back and flipped me so I was lying under him.

He pinned my arms above my head and lined himself up. My heart was racing.
"Can I?"
"You can always."
He slid himself in and my back arched with moans spilling from my lips. He caught my lips with his and began thrusting at a relatively fast pace. However I slapped his ass encouraging him to go faster.

The bed was squeaking insufferably but we both chose to ignore it. Timmy put his hands on the wooden headboard that was slamming with every thrust or movement.
He pulled my lip between his teeth as he grunted sexual passion. I was practically whimpering under his touch. The alcohol had fuelled us to be more loose with our bodies and give in to our dirtiest desires. He moved my right leg to his shoulder and this pushed him deeper.

"Ugh." I moaned. "Harder." I craved.
"Hmm I'm getting c-WOAH!"
The squeaky bed gave into us and collapsed.
"As if that's just happened." I said.
"Are you okay?" Timmy asked combing my hair out of my face.
"I'm fine. Are you?"
"Yeah." He chuckled.
"I guess this place just isn't built for us." I laughed.

"Guess not."
"What are we gonna do?"
"Well," he pondered. "I think Mr. And Mrs. Harrison have a complaint to make."

...

"We are so sorry Mr. And Mrs. Harrison."
"Damn right you're sorry." Timmy said back angrily in (for some reason) a southern accent. "This is my honeymoon!" He said grandly as if he were someone important.
"So sorry. We'll upgrade your room immediately."
"Damn right you will." Timmy said one more time and turned to me with a wink and a thumbs up.

A/N: apologies it's been like 5 years.

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