She didn't know who's idea it'd been to make a drinking game out of the bad television show they were watching, but by the end of it they were both pleasantly drunk. They were stretched out on the couch as the next show came on, and Duke was on top of her with his face buried in the crook of her neck while she ran her hand from the back of his head to partially down his back and then back up again.
"You smell so good," he was mumbling against her skin, the television long since forgotten, "like…like sugar and vanilla and warm."
She giggled as she ran her fingers through his hair on the back of his head, making small circles into his scalp with her fingers and earning a contented sound (a purr?) from him, "So I smell like a cookie?"
The honey whiskey in her stomach made her giddy and had her feeling like all the heat in her body was coming from her middle. It'd been a long time since she'd felt this happily drunk, and she was surprised to find that she'd missed it. Though, maybe what she'd missed was having someone to get this kind of drunk with. Duke didn't answer her and instead kissed her neck. Or made as if that's what he wanted to do. His lips were brushing her neck, making his moustache and goatee tickle her neck, but she wasn't sure if that counted as a kiss.
She giggled again, scrunching her shoulder and neck to try to move away from him tickling her. It didn't work very well, because she felt him smile against her neck before trying again along her jaw, "Nah, cookies ain't as sweet."
She laughed at him as he "kissed" up by her ear only to go back down along her jaw, "Oh, you must be drunk to say something that lame."
"'M not drunk." He slurred in between kisses, "You smell…you smell like you. And that's fantastic."
"Mm," she hummed back, closing her eyes and placing her free hand on his neck as her other hand played with his hair. Everything he did, everywhere he touched felt so good and she wasn't sure if it was just because it was him or the whiskey, but she wanted him to kiss her properly, "Nope you're definitely drunk; can't even kiss me right."
He lifted slightly to look at her and to start placing those "kisses" on her face, "Can too."
She smirked at him, feeling her eyelids getting heavy. She tried to shake the sleepiness from her head, "Cannot."
"Can too." He tried to affirm, his words slurring worse than before.
She was pretty sure he was feeling the same drowsiness that she was at this point but she still tried to give him a smile that she hoped was wily, "Then prove it."
He eyed her lazily before bumping his nose against hers, and placed a sloppy kiss on her lips. She laughed through the kiss before pushing him off of her gently. He complied, rolling off her slightly so that she could stand. She offered her hand to him, even as she swayed slightly, "C'mon, Sailor, 'less go t'bed."
He nodded as he stood, wrapping his arms around her, and swayed towards their room, placing lazy kisses on her head as they went and mumbling about how fantastic she was.