Rich and Grace stumble out the door of the Rhubarb Tavern, loud and giggly. Rich starts singing quite loudly and very off pitch. Grace shushes him and grabs his hand, he pulls her into him and kisses her for awhile until she pulls away and starts walking in the direction of her house, still holding his hand. "Wh-where are we going?" Rich questions, "My house is that w-way." His words are slurred and Grace rolls her eyes and turns towards him. "And my house is this way, Richard. It'll be closer." She manages to explain, suprisingly sounding sober. Rich follows Grace's lead as they hurry sloppily to her house.

"Don't let my dad hear you." Grace whispers almost inaudibly, as she struggles to open the front door. Rich nods and after Grace finally manages to get the door open, he attempts to tip-toe up the wooden staircase.

When they reach Grace's bedroom, she closes and locks the door behind them, pulling the elastic band out of her hair. Rich takes off his shoes and sprawls out across the queen-sized bed, smiling up at Grace. He loves her hair when it's down; the wild, dark, spirals framing her beautiful face. She notices him smiling at her and she walks forwards, nearly tripping over Rich's heavy combat boots. Grace makes it to the bed and drapes herself over Rich, leaning up to longingly kiss him. She smiles into the kiss then pulls away, suddenly. "What is it?" Rich asks, wanting her to kiss him again.

Grace hops off of Rich and goes over to her shelves and opens a small cabinet door, pulling out a bottle of wine and two glasses. "What the-" Rich questions. "It's a secret stash, mum and dad have no idea about it." Grace giggles and walks over to Rich again.

She hands the bottle to Rich and he struggles to pull out the cork, his vision blurred from alcohol. He grabs a glass out of Grace's small hand and pours some Merlot into her glass, then pours some for himself. They both take a long sip before looking up at each other and grimacing at the feeling of even more alcohol rushing straight to their heads. Grace grabs Rich's glass and sets it, along with hers, on her desk. She turns back to Rich and lays beside him, putting her head on his chest.

Rich leans down to Grace and presses his lips against hers, before pulling away. She leans up, kissing him gently at first, but getting more aggressive by the second. Rich puts his hands around her waist as he feels her tiny, soft, hands trail up the inside of his shirt, pulling it upward. He sits up, pulling off his shirt completely. Grace has already moved on, unbuckling his belt...

-Rich and Grace lay beneath the duvet; her head laying on his chest and his arm around her waist. She looks up at him and smiles. He smiles back, as she starts humming quietly. He can feel his eyes growing heavy, the alcohol finally kicking in, making his head throb. He wants to stay awake and just look at Grace, listen to her voice singing, but he's so tired. Rich intertwines his fingers with hers and closes his eyes, leaving a faint smile on his lips. Grace smiles, reaching her free hand up to push the hair away from his cheek, and leans up to kiss it. She rolls over on her back and closes her eyes, still holding his hand. "I love you, Rich." She whispers, and she's sure she feels his hand squeeze hers.

A/N: This is for broddab and muppet-hair because they convinced me to try writing a fanfic3 3

I hope you enjoyed it! It's my first drabble/fanfic.