Little Lush

Lacy had just gotten back from a night out with some friends from California that had come to visit. They'd gone to dinner and ended up talking for hours, and in the course of that, Lacy had managed to have a few more glasses of wine than she should have. She wasn't falling over or sloppy or anything like that, but she was definitely feeling.. nice. Her friends picked her up so she grabbed a cab home and made it inside of the house, taking off her coat and managed to get it in the closet, though a little clumsily. It was a little past midnight, so she tried to go up the stairs quietly, but of course when a drunk person tries to be quiet they manage to do everything -but- be quiet. She tripped going up and just sat on the staircase, letting out a small giggle.

Punk was napping (not sleeping, it was a big difference to him) when he heard somebody giggling. He thought it was one of the kids, so he went to check. He didn't bother putting on a shirt since he was hot (temperature wise...and look wise too, ha) and headed out to the hallway and by the stairs. "Lacy, is that you?"

"Um.. no." she couldn't stop giggling.

He snorted. "Had fun with the girls, I take it?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." she laughed and managed to compose herself enough to stand up and start to make her way up the stairs again.

"Okay." he shrugged and made sure to stay behind her in case she tripped again or something.

She might've surprised him by whipping around and throwing her arms around his neck. "Didya miss me?" she gave him a dopey grin.

He almost fell down the god damn stairs, lol. "Well, I didn't miss the Lacy that almost killed me right now." he chuckled.

"Aw, she missed you." she grinned and tapped his nose.

"I'm sure she did." he snorted.

"You don't believe me." she pouted slightly and raised up to kiss him softly.

He gave her a small, quick kiss and then pulled away. "You're drunk.' he chuckled as he started to lead her to their room. "Have you eaten anything tonight?"

"I'm not drunk, silly." she giggled. "I'm.. mellow. And we went to dinner." she grabbed his hands and pulled herself closer to him. "C'mon, I know you waaaaanna kiss me."

"Is that right?" he asked.

"You always wanna kiss me." she ran her nails over the back of his neck. "You just never do."

"Because I want you to be comfortable with me." He said as they made it to their room. "Sleeping in what shirt tonight?"

"Mm, no shirt." she made him stop walking and kissed him again.

He responded to her kiss. "Laceeee....."

"Hmmm?" she continued to kiss him and grabbed his hands, placing them on her hips before wrapping her arms back around his neck.

"C'mon, I'm not going to take advantage of you when you're like this." He snorted.

"You don't want me?" she asked, looking up at him through her lashes as she moved her hands down to lower his boxers.

"You know I do." He said. "But not when you're borderline drunk." He said.

"You said you liked me like this." She giggled playfully as she started to lower herself to her knees.

"Yes, but you're not thinking straight right now." he told her as he went to help her stand back up.

She batted his hands away a little clumsily and went back to lowering his boxers. "Hush up."