Take Me Drunk, I'm Home

Faria's kiss was soft, unexpected, and sent a wave of warmth through his gut. Mithras choked on a breath which might have become a gasp, but instead made not a sound as his mind tried to make sense of whatever that was. Her voice was soft and sweet to his drunken ears, and he felt the weight of that simple gesture even if he didn't understand what it meant. He felt something in the moment shift, and a small voice in the back of his mind urged caution, but he was not of a mind to listen. He meant to let out a long breath, trying to alleviate some of the tension building up inside but it came out as a low growl. It was not born of anger or distaste, but of the frustration inside him. Bold and brash he leaned forward and gave her a kiss of his own, right on the cheek, and breathed in the scent of her. This didn't feel like the Faria he'd always known anymore. The heat in his body would start to grow and while part of him was scared, another part of was eager. "Hmmm..." he hummed, waiting to see what his 'friend' would do.