Home, Honey
It took me a moment to realize I was staring up at her, and she noticed this and smiled wryly. "Had fun?" she asked acidly, and I missed the tone for the pounding in my head.
"What? Yeah," I said blearily, trying to sit up, but she pushed me back down, and I realized she was on her knees on the floor beside me. I blinked. "What time is it?"
"You're drunk," she said, sounding amused, and I caught the tone this time.
"What are you talking about? Lying on the floor is good for your spine," I protested weakly. She gave me a funny grin.
"Well, a bed is better. I'm going to try to lift you up; don't puke on me or I'll kill you. This is cashmere."
"Wouldn't dream of it," I said as she pulled me up, and felt bile rise in my throat. Lily quickly pushed me back down and sighed.
"I can't do this by myself. Maybe sleeping on the floor will teach you a lesson," she said absently as she sat down beside me.
"Highly unlikely," I said, closing my eyes, and she laughed. "Your laugh is pretty," I said automatically, opening my eyes to look at her. She leaned back on her elbows beside me, smiling and amused. A wisp of hair fell into her face and I reached up to put it behind her ears, but she shifted to one elbow and caught my hand.
"You're a terrible drinker," she said affectionately, and kissed my hand before lying it down. "But you're also cute when helpless."
I yawned and closed my eyes, hearing the tone more now than the words. "Mmm," I agreed, slipping into darkness. I heard her say something quietly, and felt her fingers in my hair, stroking my forehead as I slipped into sleep.
A/N: Characters not mine. L/J, cute.