A/N: This song was also inspired by an Old Springs Pike song. Just a little drabble, really. I don't own Spring Awakening or the song "The Drink in my Hand". Thanks to Wedekind, Sater & Sheik, JamesHeatherJames and John.

One of Wendla's fondest memories of her childhood involved her father. When he felt most tender to her and her mama wasn't around to fuss, Papa would hold Wendla upside down while holding onto her tiny ankles. Wendla would feel the blood rush to her head and it would be such an exciting feeling. It was when she truly felt alive.

Wendla spent a fairly significant portion of her young life trying to recreate that feeling. She and Ilse would climb trees and hang off strong branches. Ilse thought it was just a silly game, but Wendla felt invincible. The girls would stand on their heads at the base of the tree before Melchior and Moritz would come outside to play with them.

Yes, Wendla loved being upside down. She loved when her blood would rush to her head It made her feel dizzy and exhilarated at the same time. When she was about ten summers old, Wendla decided she was too old to hang off of tree limbs and stand on her head. Mama disapproved. It was improper.

But Wendla didn't know that she'd be feeling the rush as she got older. By the time she was fifteen, the exhilarated feeling happened to her on an almost weekly basis. Wendla would crave the rush. Wendla would go to school in the morning, suffer through lunch and afternoon chores, and run to the hayloft when she had a free moment.

She would creep over to him while his curly head was buried in a book. She'd sneak behind him, run her fingers through his hair and he would look up, always surprised. Wendla would smile to see Melchi, and she would get butterflies in her stomach. Then he'd close his book, pull her into an embrace, and kiss her. She would kiss him back. He would gently lay her down and they would kiss for the entire afternoon.

Sometimes he would surprise her. Wendla also found solstice in the hayloft and would arrive early to think. She felt dizzy every time Melchior entered the hayloft. His eyes would lock on hers. She felt her blood flow all around her body when he put his hands on the small of her back. He would kiss her full on the mouth and she would respond, opening her mouth wider.

Sometimes they would just kiss innocently. Sometimes his kisses would trail all the way down her body. She liked those the best. She would and run her fingers through his hair and over his face, stroking his cheeks like he would do to her. Melchior would moan in response. Wendla smiled to herself, glad to be doing something right. He would whisper compliments and his affection into her ears. The whispering would always make her giggle. Wendla was ticklish all over her body.

Melchior would always take advantage of it. During quiet moments, he would tickle her sides. Wendla's laughter would echo off the barn and sounded musical. It brightened the loft considerably. When she had enough, she'd grasp his hands and kiss him, full on the mouth. His hands would travel over her breasts and down her stomach, all the way down. She would kiss him with more passion, her mouth traveling towards his neck.

He would pant with wanting and then, finally, they would express their love for each other. When they rested afterward, her head would be on his chest. Wendla would feel the blood rush to her head and all around her body. She knew Melchior felt the same, she could feel his heartbeat. Wendla would sigh with pleasure, perfectly content to just cuddle until it was time to help Mama start supper. Yes, Wendla would gladly feel dizzy for the rest of her life.