Deleted Scenes: Chemistry

"You're drunk," Ambrose said, giving Thor a side-eye. 
"I'm not that drunk," he protested, crossing his arms. For someone that seemed so intoxicated, he seemed to have fairly good coordination. 
"Right, that's why you stomp over here and insist on a kiss." There's absolutely no other reason someone like Thor would be asking someone like Ambrose for a kiss. 
"Partially. But the other part is that we have chemistry." 
Ambrose snorted. "Chemistry." 
"I know about chemistry, Baby." 
Ambrose couldn't help but laugh a bit. "Baby? Really?" 
"Eh. I'm drunk." 
Part of Ambrose wished that they were drunk too. Although, this was pretty amusing. They had always dreamed of Thorlief Nazario waltzing over and asking for a kiss, but this was not exactly how they saw it happening. 
"You'll have to come up with something better than Baby if you want this," they said, causing Upward Voyager's bassist to cross his arms and pout. 
"Aw, that's lame." 
Ambrose grinned. It was fun to have Thor wrapped around their pinky. They'd definitely have to take advantage of this while it lasted. "That's just how it is." 
"Hmph." 
Ambrose couldn't help but grin. This was pretty funny to watch. 
"How about... Your most Royal Highness!?" Thor clumsily dropped to his knees and took Ambrose's hand, which caused them to burst out laughing. They always wanted to be treated like royalty, but this was just ridiculous. 
"Better," they said, amused. 
Thor awkwardly pushed the glasses back up his nose and almost fell over upon getting back up on his feet. "C'mon, I'll show you my party trick." 
"You have a party trick?" they asked, as he took them to one of the food tables. 
"I have... Like... Sooooo many party tricks." 
"Do you?" Ambrose raised an eyebrow. 
"Yeah, I do." Thor picked up a cherry from the table, wiggling his eyebrows. He started off towards the more removed part of town, to an empty park lit by two lights and the stars. It was a hefty walk and Thor almost fell at least five times, but Ambrose had to make sure that he didn't get mugged or worse so they just kept following him. Finally, he plopped down on the grass, the flag wrapped around his shoulders puffing up as he did so. Ambrose sat next to him as he removed the stem from the cherry and winked at them.
"You're too drunk to do that," Ambrose said.
"Watch me." He gave a wry smile that caused Ambrose to blush and look away. 
It didn't take very long for him to tie the stem in a knot and show it off to them.
"See? Told you I could do it." 
"I'm impressed," Ambrose said honestly.
"I'm not that drunk." 
"I'm not so sure of that, but whatever you say." 
When Thor spoke again, his voice dropped to a low purr. "You know, my mouth is good for so much more than just tying cherry stems." 
Was this really happening!? Like, was this actually happening? 
"You're very drunk." Stay strong Ambrose.
"What, you think I'm not a good kisser just because I'm drunk?" 
Ambrose was about to retort, but Thor ran his hand through his hair and they realized that this opportunity would probably never come again. It would be so stupid to let it slide by. Yeah, nothing would probably come of it, but... When his mouth quirked into a smirkish smile, they melted. 
"Hm, I do. Maybe you can prove me wrong again." Was this... Actually happening!? Ambrose thought maybe they were dreaming. Maybe the President would appear out of nowhere and promote them to District One. It was too good to be true.  
Soon, they were being proven wrong again. They slung the agender flag they'd been wearing around their shoulders over the two of them to keep away snooping eyes. 
Ambrose expected his drunk ass to get touchy and fast right away, but he didn't. His kisses were slow and steady. Yeah, he tasted like alcohol, but not necessarily in a bad way. Ambrose soon found themself nothing but comfortable, as they'd found a rhythm that wasn't too fast. They ran their hands through his hair, which was soft in their fingers. Their heart was pounding and they could feel heat rushing to their face, but not in a bad way, necessarily. 
In all honesty, it had been a while since Ambrose had been kissed last. They were always too focused on their job, working hard to keep everything organized and aim for higher. It was also obvious that Thor knew what he was doing. He had probably kissed a bunch of people in his lifetime... 
But now he's kissing me.
They were sure it couldn't get better than this. Then, they felt his lips turn up in a smile. 
"What do you think?" he purred between kisses. "Proven wrong yet?" 
Ambrose laughed a little bit. "Yeah." 
His lips traveled down Ambrose's jaw to their neck. They tilted their chin up so he could kiss under their jaw. He nibbled ever-so lightly, and Ambrose wanted to live in that moment forever. Feeling the heat of his kisses against their neck, the softness of his breath, everything. 
When he pulled back, he grinned. "You're blushing." 
The statement did nothing but make them blush harder. "Well... It's not every day I just get to make out with Thorlief Nazario." Of all the band members, Thor was the one that most often forgot just how famous he was. And apparently drunk Thor was no different.
"Oh..." his voice was light and easy, low and quiet, and he was smiling and he had the single sexiest look in his eyes Ambrose had ever seen, much less been given. "Baby, you could kiss me every day and I wouldn't complain." He trailed kisses across their jaw, up towards their ear, which made them shiver slightly with pleasure. 
"You're... Drunk." 
"Doesn't mean I'm not sincere." He gave a grin and Ambrose looked away. He was drunk. He wasn't serious. The two of them barely talked without the other band members there, really, there was no way....
"Shut up and kiss me again," they said, wanting to get their mind off of it. Thor just smiled and obliged. He probably had absolutely no idea what he was saying. They just tried to forget about that and enjoy the moment, though. There were so many different sensations to keep in their memory. The taste of his kisses, the feeling of his smile, the occasional graze of his teeth on their lip, the slightly rough feeling of his calloused fingers cupping their jaw and reaching around behind their ear... He was close enough that they could feel him breathing. When would this ever happen again!? This was a dream come true for so many Capitolites out there and they were the one that got to live it. They couldn't help smiling into the kiss, which caused him to respond by moving faster and with more passion. Not too fast, though, which Ambrose was thankful. They would never... They still weren't sure about... Exposing any part of themself. Luckily, they didn't have to worry about it. For now.
They eventually trailed down to kiss his neck, grinning at the feeling of him laughing and returning the favor of nibbling lightly. 
"Y'know," he started jovially, "Phil and I had a bet going, and I think that he owes me some money." 
Ambrose froze. "You... You guys talk about me?" It probably shouldn't have come as a surprise. They were friends, after all. Ambrose had talked to Anakyn about them. 
Thor laughed. "Yeah. Sometimes." 
"What else do you say?" 
"...Not important." 
"And what does that mean?" They kissed his neck some more, sucking and nibbling. Yeah, maybe making hickeys on him would be embarrassing for him, but Ambrose just couldn't help themself. The thought of marking up Thorlief Nazario was just too tempting. 
"I dunno." 
They laughed a bit, sucking on a spot a bit harder, trying to get some discoloration. "You're drunk."
"Yeah, probably." 
"Yes, definitely," they said lightly, kissing up closer to his ear. They nibbled lightly on his earlobe, which drew out a quiet moan. Ambrose grinned against his ear. "Sensitive there?"
"Mm, mhm."
"So, what was your bet?" they trilled quietly close to his ear, grinning as he grabbed their hips. 
"He bet me that I'd never kiss you."  
Ambrose froze, shocked. "You're not serious. You're drunk." 
"Yeah, but still. We make bets on pretty much everything though." 
"Yeah... I guess so." They kissed his ear and smirked when his grip on their hips tightened. That was really hot. 
"I don't know what the parameters of your bet was, but this might not count because you're drunk," Ambrose said quietly. "Are you even going to remember this tomorrow?" 
Thor dropped so he was laying on his back, guiding Ambrose on top of him and grinning up at them. "Of course I will." 
"If you say," they said lightly. Maybe it's better if you don't.  
"I do say." By now the flag was barely doing anything to hide them, but Ambrose really didn't care. Their heart was pounding and their mind was racing. This was definitely unfamiliar territory. For Snow's sake, he was just lying there and they were on top of him! He was still gripping their hips, and every time their fingers grazed his ear his grip would tighten. When they kissed him they could feel his hips rocking to the rhythm. How many people had dreamed of doing this? Ambrose's eyes slid shut again as Thor sucked on their bottom lip, softly at first, then harder. It felt good though. 
"Y'know," he said breathily, "Most people usually go for Phil." 
"I know." 
"Or Wolf." 
"Yeah, I know." They grinned and kissed the corner of his mouth. "Most people would go for Anakyn." 
Thor laughed at that. "I know." 
"Or Demetrius."
"I wouldn't." 
Ambrose grinned, the happiest they'd felt since this stressful, stupid twist had been announced, and kissed him again. It was just far too easy to get lost in the moment. It was too easy to forget that he was absolutely wasted. That most of what he said was probably nothing more than some sweet nothings to make the moment better. It was dangerously easy to forget. 
The moment was ruined too soon by the sound of Scorpio's voice calling. "Hey Ambrose! Wolf and Ani want to know if you're gonna do Wannabe with the- Oh... Um..."
"Hi Scorp!" Thor said cheerfully, not bothered at all by the scene he'd just walked in on.
"Um..." Ambrose blushed, totally embarrassed. "Yeah. Sure." They smiled slightly and stood up, picking the flag back up and tying it around their shoulders. "You coming doof?" They held a hand down to Thor, who took it and would have pulled them over if Scorpio didn't help hoist him up. 
"You okay buddy?"
"We made out," Thor said dreamily. 
"Yeah, I noticed," Scorpio said, an amused tone to his voice.
"Yeah, it was fun." 
Scorpio just laugh. "Come on, let's get back. Everyone's wondering where you are. Em and Piccolo still want to do Pirates with you." 
"Oh yeah, I like to sing!" he said, launching into a very loud rendition of the song that sounded more like he was just yelling. That caused Scorpio to laugh and Ambrose to crack a small smile. He was definitely not going to remember this tomorrow.  It's probably better that way... Probably just a bunch of sweet nothings...
"Alright, alright, save it for when you're up there," Scorpio said, grinning. 
"I'm going to find the others," Ambrose said quietly. "I'm sure they're ready to go on." 
"Oh, right! Yeah! Woo hoo!" Thor smiled, and Ambrose looked away. 
"He's very drunk," Scorpio said. 
Ambrose sighed, their smile turning sad. "Yeah. I noticed." They gave a brief wave and hurried off to find Wolf, Phil, Anakyn, and Thack, trying to forget the sweet nothings that had been exchanged that night.