#being partners in crime at uni parties with hugh is my literal dream

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🌷 fic friday;

partners in crime

hugh grant x reader,, playful, uni party

I had stumbled into a conversation with a group of guys suddenly and only just begun catching on to what they were talking about when Hugh had pulled me out just as suddenly.

“Excuse me! I was having a very profound discussion with those distinguished gentlemen right there,” I informed him, slurring the word ‘distinguished’ terribly. I gave him a jokingly offended expression and tugged on my arm which he was holding very firmly.

“Those wankers are not good enough for you by a long shot,” Hugh huffed playfully, kindly refraining from pointing out that I couldn’t have had a profound discussion even if I wanted in my current drunk state.

“Oh, and you are?” I asked, leaning in closer to him. He was still holding my arm tightly and in his other hand he held a half full bottle of tequila, which he now waved in front of my face as he smirked proudly. My face lit up.

“You are my hero,” I sighed happily, negating the sentiment of my previous remark, and I reached for the bottle but Hugh pulled it away swiftly. I groaned at him being much less drunk than me and I clambered onto his torso, reaching for his hand which was now fully extended towards the ceiling.

“Say it again,” he murmured, his smirk now smug and deep. He began staggering away towards the next room and I followed, clinging onto him and reaching for the bottle still.

“You’re my hero! You’re a genius! I bow down to you!” I gushed loudly in a damsel sort of voice and Hugh laughed heartily, clearly enjoying my surrender to him. He was suddenly caught off guard as he accidentally smashed the bottle into a hanging light in the ceiling and stopped in his tracks, startled by the loud noise.

“That’s what I like to hear,” Hugh purred, coming back to our little charade soon enough. “Now open wide for me.”

He hooked his arm around my head and held my mouth open with his warm hand as the back of my body leveled with the front of his. He poured a generous amount of tequila into my mouth, and some spilled down the sides of my cheeks, and I coughed at the burning warmth down my throat as I swallowed.

“Good enough for my favourite girl?” Hugh asked, spinning me around again to face him as he took a big gulp of his own. The room continued to spin for a long moment and so did my insides at the words he’d said. I giggled and nodded, realising I was fully leaning against his sturdy torso with my arms folded up between us.

“Mm, very good,” Hugh agreed with a slight grimace at the strong taste and he dropped his head down to lay his forehead against mine. He initiated a sloppy kiss and I returned it, loving the feeling of his tongue against mine. He wrapped his arms around my shoulders tightly and supported my full weight now as he laughed at my surrender.

“Is my kissing lulling you to sleep, darling?” he mumbled, our noses smooshed together.

“No,” I said into his mouth. “Your kissing is.. everything. You make me weak in the knees!” I slurred in that gushing voice again and Hugh laughed further.

“So do you!” he played along in a joking tone of distress and he staggered back towards the nearest sofa behind him, collapsing down on it and me naturally following to straddle him. We each took another swig of tequila and fell into another wet kissing match.

Funny how at parties the only people in the world were me and Hugh.