Drunk





Buffy giggled loudly, nearly tripping into an open grave as she stumbled.  Her arms flailed wildly as she tried to steady herself and she fell back on to the soft grass with a short giggle.  She got up and looked around, then smiled and shot with slayer speed to the park not so far away.

Buffy rushed in to the park, back flipping her way over the gate.  She landed neatly on her feet and looked around.  The first thing in her view were the swings.  She cart-wheeled over to them, stopping in between the two.

The slayer began on one swing, sitting down, her legs kicking in her air as she tried to get higher.  Bored, she swung on leg up, curling it around the iron kinks holding the sing to the frame.  The seat rocked uncontrollably and Buffy placed one hand on the seat and pushed.  Her other leg flew round, hooking around the top of the frame and the slayer giggled.  She wrapped her other leg around the bar and swung like a monkey, "Ooh, ooh, ooh!"  She grunted then burst out laughing.

A nearby vamp heard her and smiled evilly when he saw her.  He crossed over to her and watched her swing for a minute before snarling at her, his game face apparent.
"Come down little girl."

"Ooooh!"  Buffy squealed, clasping her hands over her mouth dramatically.  "A big, schary monshter."

The vamp frowned, he looked a little scared.  This wasn't how it worked.  He growled.

Buffy just giggled and retracted a stake from somewhere and on her next swing slammed it into his chest.  She stuck her tongue out a him as he turned to dust, a shocked expression on his face.

She swung a couple of more times before deciding she was bored and flipped herself up so that she was sat on top.  She nearly slid off and giggled madly at the thought of the all-powerful slayer falling off a swing.  Her eyes scanned the play ground once more.  They rested on the round about and Buffy excitedly jumped off and skipped over to it.

Her movement finally caused the bottle that was in her waistband to fall out and it landed with a small plop on the ground.  "Plop!"  Buffy mimicked the sound and laughed.  She collapsed next to it, staring down at it.  She poked it and grinned cheesily as the remaining liquid sloshed back and forth like the sea's tides.

"Back and forsh, back and forsh, back and forsh..."  She mumbled, her body rocking as did the drink.  Eventually it stopped and Buffy grabbed the bottle and finished off the rest of the liquor.

She rolled to her feet and stumbled, then shook her head and righted herself.  Her attention was caught by the round about and she crossed over to it, humming a nursery rhyme as she did.

Buffy slumped down in front of it.  She looked at it then down at the bottle then back at it.  "You cans have thish ride, mishter bottle."  She declared to the glass and placed it on the floor of the ride.  She gave its top an affectionate pat and slowly pushed the bars so it moved around.  After a while it got boring and she stood.  She gave it one last push and the merry-go-round spun round, the bottle flying from it and crashing into the fence the other side. 

"Whoopsh!"  She giggled again and her attention was caught by the final play-thing in the play ground.  The climbing frame.  "Yeay!"  She beamed, and rushed over to it.  Her body wove in and out of the bars, twisting in inhuman ways until she finally reached the top. 

She stood and looked around.  The moon was full and shone down on her, bathing her in it's light.  The stars twinkled and she smiled, "Prweety!"  She murmured, enthralled by the lights in the sky.  Then she flipped over and balanced.

Spike looked up and frowned, shock his head then looked up again.  Nope, there was still the slayer doing a headstand on the small base at the top of the climbing frame. 

He approached warily, knowing he was about to be yelled at but not really caring - just wanting the opportunity to be near her.  "What are you doing up there, pet?"  He called, turning his head so he could see her upside down.

Buffy's eyes shot to his and she grinned at him, "Shpike!"  She squealed and flipped her self back up so that she was standing. 

Spike righted his head and waited for her to speak, shocked that she was smiling at him.  He hadn't seen her smile like that since the red head's spell.

"I is playing."  She whispered conspiratorially.  Then she flung herself at him, only his supernatural agility stopping them both from falling back wards as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Do you want to play with me?"  She asked, her hands sliding around his neck and into his hair. 

Spike stared at her wide eyed, his mouth slightly opened as she pressed against him.  His arms automatically wrapped around her and his erection swelled, painfully pressing against his zipper.

Buffy giggled then fused her mouth to his, slipping her tongue through his open lips and into his mouth.  Buffy heard him purr and hummed into his mouth, rubbing her body down on to the large bulge underneath her.

Spike purred.  He tasted Buffy and whiskey and one of those new alcopop drinks as her tongue wrapped around his.  He inwardly sighed.  She was drunk.  As much as he wanted her, he couldn't take her like this.

He gently pulled away, "You're drunk, love."

"Yup!"  Buffy agreed, moving her mouth back to his briefly in a hard kiss.  "We couldn't do thish if I was shober."

Her words hit him like a tonne of bricks and Spike could feel the beginnings of tears stinging his eyes.  He nodded, his heart breaking, and tried to pry her away from his body, but she held fast.

"I thought you loved me."  She whimpered, tears filling her eyes.  "I thought you wanted me."

"Fucking hell, Buffy!"  Spike growled softly. "Of course I do, but you're drunk and you'd..."  He took a deep breath, moving one of his hands to wipe a tear that fell. "...you wouldn't let me touch you if you were sober, so I can't now.  Its not fair to you...or me."  He added as an after thought and tried to push her away but she still was tightly wrapped around him.

"But I can't tell you I want you when I'm shober."  She whined, pouting.  "I have to be big bad schlayer.  I'm not allowed to want the big bad vampire.  Gilesh and Xshander...schrew Xshander...Gilesh doeshn't like it.  He didn't like Anshgel.."  Spike growled at the mention of his sire and she giggled and kissed him. 

"Sho..."  She placed a finger to his lips and giggled when he bit it gently. "...I ishmagine he won't like you.  And I ish havein' to be a good schlayer, mosht of the time and I can't tell you."  She giggled and kissed him again.  "Butsh now I is drunk."  She declared.  "My inhibishins are gone poof!"  Her arms flailed out and Spike had a little trouble keeping them standing.  "I want you now."

Spike frowned, trying to digest the information.  Did she just say she wanted him even when she was sober?  Spike shook his head, this time trying to clear it.  "Why don't I take you home?  Sleep it off..."

"I don't wanna shleep it off, I wanna make love to you."  She nodded then leaned forward, kissing him passionatly.  She heard him purr and bit lightly into his tongue, changing it to a growl.

She pulled away and giggled, "You shknow..."  She watched her finger walk down his nose, lips and chin.  "Your crypts is closhe.  Letsh go there."

She dropped her legs and her hands slid down his body, grabbing his ass as she ground her hips into his and kissed him again.

With a groan of submission, Spike let her pull her to his home.

**

Buffy skipped down the stairs, heading to where his bed resided, Spike closely following watching her ass wiggle.  At the bottom she dumped her small bag and turned, pulling him into her arms as she dragged his head down to hers.

As their mouths met she moaned and locked her arms around his neck.  She felt him lift her, then gently lay her on the bed.  As soon as her head hit the pillow, he felt her sag and broke the kiss, watching as she yawned and snuggled into the covers,  "Hmmm, comfshy bed!"  She mumured as she dropped off, asleep.

Spike sighed and toed off his shoes.  He lay next to her, his head cusioned on his hand, watching her sleep.  He carefully reached out, gently trailing his hand down the side of her face.  He smiled sadly as she mumbled softly                                in her sleep and leant into the touch before leaning back into the pillow.

Her legs kicked feebily at the covers and she shivered.  Spike got up, moving around the bed.  He gently lifted her up, pulling back the covers before tenderly placing her inside, covering her.

With a sigh he moved back to his side and lay down to continue to watch her sleep.  As dawn came the vampire dropped off, his heart heavy and tired.


Buffy yawned and blinked sleepily, then quickly stopped.  Her head felt like it was about to explode.  She was positive there had to be an elephant on her head.  As she attempted to open her eyes and the pain increased ten-fold she amended her calculations.  There were TEN elephants on her head.

The slayer stayed still, waiting for the pain to subside so she could move.  She tried to remember last night.  She'd been upset.  Drank a lot.  Gone patrolling.  Umm...played on the swings?  Her face scrunched up in concentration as she tried to remember past that.

The bed moved next to her and her breath caught in her throat.  Forcing the pain aside with years of slayer-ease she slowly rose to a sitting position and looked down at her companion.

"Spike?"  She breathed, her mouth open in shock. 


Part Two