Drunk

She was drunk. She was gloriously drunk. And so was Spike. It made her giggle. Well, actually, just his presence usually made her nervous, but he’d spiked her coffee at her request, so she was nervous, drunk, AND jittery. That, too, made her giggle. Spike just looked at her and laughed. “You’re drunk, luv.” He said, that maddeningly sexy grin on his face. So she kissed him.
“So are you.” She replied, drawing away and giggling again. “Didja get me drunk for a reason, Spikey?”
“You know, I usually don’t let just anyone call me that.” He said, dodging the question and pretending to think hard. “But then, you’re special. Tell anyone I let you call me that, and I’ll, I’ll…”
“You’ll what, Spikey?”
“I’ll do this!” He picked her up, threw her over his shoulder, and ran out of the bar. She liked that, and she giggled again.
“Spiiiiike!” She called, and he pretended not to hear her until he got to the park. “Spikey, put me down, an I’ll do somethin’ for you!” She giggled. She was doing an awful lot of that.
“Okay.” He put her down carefully, brushed off her shoulders, and grinned.
“Hm…what to do for Spikey…” she wondered aloud. “What to do, what to do.”
“I’d say you could jump me, but you’re going to anyway.” He teased. She swatted at him, tripped, and landed in his arms.
She liked that a lot.
“What if… I make you immune to sunlight?”
“Nah, the Slayer’d kill me.” He said seriously. “I live on luck, luv. It’s a miracle she hasn’t killed me yet.”
“I could… get rid of that nasty ridge you get when you vamp out.”
“I get a ridge?” He pouted. “I didn’t know. Yuck, I thought only fledglings got that awful thing.”
“You didn’t notice Angel’s?”
“Yeah, but he’s a poof.” She swatted him lightly. “Well, luv, what are we waiting for?”
“Supplies are at home, Spikey-Spike.” She said, then kissed him. “You sure you wanna do it tonight?”
“I like spells. They make me all tingly.” He grinned.
“And horny?” He nodded.
She liked that too.

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