Drink
She stumbled against him as the van sped off. She could barely see straight and it didn't register in her mind as he held her close. He took in her scent and he had to do everything he could to keep from taking her then and there. He needed her to want him too.
"Come on, Slayer. Let's get you home. Don't need you making a complete mess of yourself."
"I'm not drunk," she announced, wobbling.
"Yeah. Right. Come on."
He dragged her all the way home.
"You kinda sweet," she said once they'd arrived.
"Get some sleep Slayer."