I Just Wanted A Drink


A/N - Just a little something that came to mind, been watching a lot of Horimiya, so, thought I should write a little something for it.


Miyamura was in a bit of a predicament. How did that saying go? Stuck between a rock and a hard place? Well, not exactly, he thought to himself. The couch he was on was rather comfortable, all things considered, much more enjoyable than a rock, if he had to guess. So in this instance, it was be more so that he was stuck between the arm of a sofa and a Hori place. It was a silly thought, one that he might even have spared a chuckle for, given different circumstances.

Hori was, to put it simply, in one of those moods. The kind of moods where she was stuck to his side. No one was home, the two were alone, so of course, Hori just had to take advantage of the privacy the two had so that they could enjoy themselves. He could only gulp in anticipation. And that is where it all started.

A loud Bang! Resounded from the tv, making him all but jump out of his skin. His girlfriend could only laugh at his misery, snuggling closer to him, trying her best to get comfortable after his little episode seemed to ruin the position she was in before, but she quickly resolved that issue. Holding onto his arm and leaning her head into shoulder, she found her spot and turned her attention back to the movie she forced on him.

Yes, Hori was in one of those moods. The mood to binge horror movies, much to Miyamura's chagrin. There was little in terms of a discussion to be had, she simply plopping the disc into the DVD player. And thus, the gorefest began.

To say he was a bit of a scaredy-cat would be a huge understatement, although, that is a trait she loved him for. Even still, he just didn't do scary movies, regardless of how many times she made him watch them. But, if it was for her…well, he always watched them. What really got him (other than every other part of the movie) was the anticipation. The way the music was grow along with the tension, or even how some moments became so quiet that you could feel the anxiety in the air. It was all too much for him.

These damn directors are doing it deliberately, he thought to himself. And, well, he wasn't wrong.

The characters on screen seemed to be walking into an abandoned building with nothing more than a flashlight. WHY!? he internally screamed. There was no music as the two characters walked slowly, the ray of light searching the empty lobby of what seemed to be an abandoned hospital, all the while the girl called out, asking if anyone was there.

Just knowing that a scare was bound to come was killing Miyamura, he attempted to gulp in anticipation once more, only to struggle. Now that he thought of it, taking himself out of the movie for a moment, his throat was rather dry…Lucky me!

He now had a reason to escape, if even for just a moment, from the torture that was appeasing his girlfriend.

"Um…Hori-san…?" he tapped her on the shoulder, looking to get her attention. But, her eyes remained firmly on the movie, she only smacking his hand away in reply.

"Shush!" she snapped, "this is the good part!" Its no use. She was far too engrossed in the ensuing carnage that was about to happen to listen to him. Also, ouch! She definitely put more force into that than she needed.

He was distressed. He was thirsty. But more than that, he also just didn't want to be here. He had seen enough of these movies to know just when the bad parts were going to happen. She calling it a good part was evidence enough that he was right on the money.

He gave a sigh. There was no snapping her from this trance of hers, especially not so soft-spokenly. He didn't mind having to put up with these movies for her, not at all. And honestly, he was enjoying having her so close to him. But he was also well aware just what would happen to his voice if he kept shrieking with a dry throat. He had to do something.

He made up his mind. Once he started, there was no stopping. He had to commit. And so, he did. The hand she slapped away went from her shoulder to her head, gripping her lightly and forcing her to turn to him. If he wasn't allowed to get up, then she would instead.

"Kyouko!" he roared, aggressively. Her eyes widened at him, at his treatment. Usually, to treat someone you love so harshly would not be seen as good from the outside, but from the inside…

Ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh!

There was a twinkle in Hori's eyes. She loved it.

"Get your ass up and get me a drink, damnit!"

"R-r-right away!" she all but stuttered, jumping to her feet energetically, a smile on her lips. Internally, Miyamura was screaming. He didn't know why she liked it so much. Well, he knew why but, he just didn't understand it. This goes well beyond her wanting to see the Miyamura that others knew of. This was her getting all hot and bothered at rough treatment. If it were any other girl other than Hori, he knew he wouldn't have the heart to act in such a way.

Hell, he barely was able to do as much for her. But, how could he say no to his girlfriend? The same girlfriend who had no problem with pummeling him if he acted stupid. Not to say that she could handle his worst or anything, but rather, he knew damn well that she knew her limitations. He trusted her, regardless of how scary she could be. Yes, even this side of her, he loved. He just wished he didn't have to play this role so often.

Well, every once in a while is okay, I guess…I mean, if it's for her… Another thought entered his mind as she began to walk past.

"And don't forget a straw, Kyouko!" he shouted. It was what he remembered, it was what he wanted, it was what he meant to say. And that's where it should have ended, that's all that was intended to happen. So why!? he lamented. All he meant was to ask (in a way that she would enjoy) for a straw. But what came next came without thought. All he wanted was a straw, he swears! He didn't know where it came from, whether he wanted to or not, but as she passed by, his palm flew, smacking her ass.

He was panicking. There was no way he wouldn't be panicking. It just sort of…happened, you know? To say he was surprised at his own actions was a given, but, it was very clear so was Hori. She could feel the rough impact reverberate through her entire body, sending a shiver up her spine as her body seemed to contract, she seeming to stand just a bit straighter in response. The smile she wore was gone, her lips formed an 'o' in shock. But before Miyamura could eek out an apology, her lips slowly began to spread, a laugh bubbling beneath as she grinned widely.

"O-Of course!" she turned to him, bowing as if in apology before scurrying off into the kitchen.

He noticed she was trembling a bit. Part of him couldn't help but feel guilty. She liked this. He knew this, but, it still was very…weird to him. Everything he just saw only reaffirmed this. From the way she stiffened, to the little yelp she gave out on contact, to the way she shook at the action…she was coming unwound…or maybe, she's just wound up?

It was all too much to think about. He couldn't make heads or tales of his girlfriend's fetish. He gave a slight sigh, sinking further into the sofa. But from the kitchen, he could hear her, giggling to herself in between hums as she went about preparing him some barley tea. He was lucky to have her. He knew this. She was absolutely gorgeous, and if her tone was anything to go by, she was ecstatic.

He resigned himself. Perhaps it was better to just not think.

"Here you are, dear!" He opened his eyes at the sing-song voice, looking up to meet excited eyes. He reached up, taking the glass and sipping a drink. She stood there, much like a puppy waiting for a treat. So, he gave her one.

"Eh?" he gruffed, raising a brow. "The hell you waitin' for, a 'thank you?'"

"A-ah! No!" She bowed again, giddiness plastered on her face as she went to take her place beside on. But as she passed by once more, he reached out again, grabbing her wrist tightly.

"The hell you think you doing, huh!?"

"Eep!" She shouldn't look so happy letting out an 'eep' like she did. "I-I'm sorry, I thought I would be taking a seat, I didn't mean-ah!" he gave her arm a yank, sending her forward. She landed on top of him, or more precisely, in his lap.

"This is where you belong, ya got that!?" He growled at her. She squirmed in his lap, nodding enthusiastically. And so, she took her place, leaning into him as he leaned into the role.

She nuzzled up with him, clearly on cloud nine.

But, all good things must come to an end. Whether it be the little fantasy they played out, or the life of the girl in the movie.

"AAAAAAAAA-"

The characters screaming was cut off by the revving of a chainsaw, the white, albeit dirty, hospital room being covered red with carnage.

Miyamura gave a shriek that would give the actress a run for her money, him flailing about at the good part, as Hori liked to call it. Needless to say, in his panic, the tea went everywhere, covering not just him, but Hori as well.

"Wha-!? Izuki!" She turned to him, eyes sharp enough to kill him. Her sudden shift back to the usual Kyouko was enough to make him jump again at her anger, not knowing which to fear more; the movie or his girlfriend. In turn, this only made an even bigger mess.

The two locked eyes as he cowered underneath her. Perhaps pulling her into his lap wasn't the smartest idea. But as she was looking down at her cowering boyfriend, her gaze softened, the frown she wore breaking down as she laughed at him. Tears ran down her face she was laughing so hard.

After a bit of resistance, Miyamura also burst out laughing, the two unable to contain themselves from all the tension of the events that had played out. The only thing that stopped their giggling was Hori taking his lips.