Drunk And Dis Sucks

Posted on Thu Sep 3rd, 2026 @ 2:30am by Lieutenant JG Grace MacKenzie 'Sabre' & Lieutenant Zachary Addams

1,501 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Kintsugi

Grace stumbled down the hallway as she made her way somewhere. She vaguely remembered where she was supposed to be going, but after where she'd been, she was just happy to get out of there. The night had been full of drinking and laughing, secrets being told, jokes being made, mostly by the other girls. When Grace hadn't reciprocated with the dirt from her last assignment and started drinking even more, she hadn't been pushed about it. But with six girls there, there was enough gossip and stories to be told, usually more than one at a time. Somehow she didn't run into anyone as she used the walls to hold her up during her jaunt down the corridor. Her eyes focusing on each nameplate as she did.

The station's temporary quarters had put all of the officers on one deck, in roughly the same arrangements as the ship had had, but in a more compact area. The nameplates were digital, to make it easier for them to be changed as new residents arrived. Finally she recognized the name she was looking for, Addams, and pounded on the door with a fist when it didn't open up for her.

Zach had been dressed for bed, reading on his couch, enjoying a quiet night. Hearing the old-fashioned knock, he jumped off his couch and rushed to his door. As it opened he caught Grace's slim frame as she pitched forward, trying to knock on his stomach. "Gracie?" he said, holding her up as the doors closed behind her. "Are you all right?"

"'m Faaahn." Grace said as she fell into him in her pink pajamas, looking up with bleary eyes, trying to climb her way up to give him a kiss, but had to content herself with his neck instead, "Never been better, Zed, 'kin Ah come ins'de?"

"You're already inside," he said, leaning down and swinging her into his arms. He carried her back to the couch and laid her back against a pillow. "Are you...are you drunk?" he said, looking her over.

"Nuh uh," Grace denied ineffectively, "No' as drunk as I wanna be. But 'nuff for this." She reached out to grab him to pull her to him, but missed, pawing his stomach before making another swipe for him and finally getting the waistband of his boxers, "Go'a ge' back on da 'orse, 'en id'll be good." She tugged him towards her.

Zed felt his boxers stretch and pull painfully at his back as he lurched forward, his arms going out to catch him, holding him over her. "Sweetheart...as much as I am flattered by the comparison, I think saddling me up may not be the best idea right now."

"No' literally saddle youuu." Grace complained, trying to tug his boxers down now that she knew what they were, "Gonna f- Gonna maig-" She stumbled over her words, "Youu know whad I wann' do!"

"I do," he said, trying to avoid collapsing on her as he tried to maintain his dignity, "and believe me I'm on board with the idea..." he lowered himself onto her to stop her from getting further grip on his clothes. "Why don't we move this to the bedroom?" he whispered in her ear, trying to buy time.

Finding herself failing miserably with getting his clothes off him, she began to fumble with her pajama pants, "'Ere's fine, floor's fine, if you wannna take it to the bedroom? Dhat's fine too." She abandoned her own clothes and reached up to his neck and wrapped her arms around it, pulling him down to her for a sloppy kiss.

He kissed her and held her, letting them take their time, tasting some kind of herbal liqueur on her lips. He felt her hands wandering again and moved off of her before she could grab on, picking her up and carrying her to his bedroom as she held onto his neck, still trying to kiss him.

He brought her in and lowered her onto his bed and held her tight, continuing to kiss her and hold her close.

Now no longer needing to hold onto her, Grace's hands moved of their own accord and wandered again as she tried to move her body to a position more akin to under his, while trying to find a way around and under his body on her quest to free him from the evil confines of his boxers.

Zed let out a breath in frustration as she tried to slip under him and lifted his body to move over her. As she slid over, he moved further and came down on her other side. He pulled her against him, her back to his chest, and kissed the back of her neck. "So, did you really walk here in your pajamas?" he said, trying to cuddle her. "They're cute ones, at least." He hugged her tight, keeping her in place.

She whined in frustration and started to struggle to turn around to face him, "They'd look be''er on your floor.." She blurted out, unable to spin, so used her limited mobility to start removing the bottoms to prove her point, "Zed, Ah wanna..." She whined again.

Zed was running out of options, so he went with letting her dig her own grave. "All right," he said, letting her go. "Whatever you want, sweetheart." As she kicked off her pajama bottoms--nearly kicking him in the process--he rubbed her thigh gently. "How about one more kiss?" he said, stalling again and leaning in.

She leaned up to kiss him again as she tugged at the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, finally breaking the kiss as she struggled to pull it over her head, getting stuck at her neck as she then tried to pull her arms out of the sleeves first, exposing her chest to him even as she tried and failed to get the shirt off, hands vanishing into the sleeves.

Zed sighed and watched her struggle. "You okay, love?" he said, wavering between chuckling at the sight, appreciating the view and feeling bad he was purposefully letting her struggle to discourage her.

"No..." She said, pouting up through where her face was half wrapped up in the shirt as well, "Help me?" She asked pleadingly.

He sighed and helped her extricate herself from her top. He let out a grunt of surprise as she tried to tackle him, ripping his boxers away and trying to either get his shirt off, or crawl into it herself. He let his hands wander, one squeezing her rear, the other her chest. Foreplay, however, wasn't saving him as she tried to climb aboard. He shifted quickly and got her on his lap, sitting up and holding her hips against him. "I have an idea," he said in her ear, his tone as playful as he could manage. "Why don't I give you a massage? Get you fully relaxed and purring." He rolled them over so she was on her back, then quickly spun her onto her stomach, kneeling behind her, his hands going to her shoulders and neck, massaging her and holding her down.

As he fondled her, Grace started making the right noises and had gotten one hand on him before he slipped away again after only one or two touches. She grunted in additional frustration as she was finally able to get on his lap, but not in the right place. The whisper had merit and then it was a whirl of motion as she found herself on her stomach and she spread her legs for him for when he was ready.

She let out a moan as felt his hands on her back, but her struggled ceased as the massage got well underway and she got into the rhythm of the hands movement. She still wiggled her rear end to let her know she was ready, but her eyes began to close even as she did, her breathing and groaning slowing, the sound stopping from her as her breathing began to become slow and regular.

He continued until he heard her snore slightly and finally let her go, slipping off of her as gently as he could. He retrieved his boxers and slipped them back on, then stepped into the living room. He sat back down on the couch and ran his fingers through his hair, his heart beating fast. He'd wanted nothing more than her in his bed, ready and willing, but not like that, and he worried she would wake up and misunderstand what happened. A few tears got out of each eye before he felt the override kick in and he calmed as logic took over. He sat back on the couch and prepared his explanation to her, sitting up and preparing for a long night of sitting up and keeping watch in case she needed him.

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Zachary Addams
Chief Engineer
USS Tokyo

and

Grace MacKenzie
Fighter Pilot
USS Tokyo

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