~Your P.O.V.~

"Babe," Dex purred, rubbing his hands up and down my sides, "We're just going out for a bit. Just a couple drinks. Come with."

"Dex, I'd rather not tonight," I mumbled, melting into his touch. "My head hurts and I think I'm getting sick. I don't know if I'm up for that right now."

"Babe," he whispered into my ear, his hot breath making me shiver. "Come on. Please."

I nudged him away slightly. "Dexy, not tonight." I shook my head slightly.

"You sure you'll be alright here by yourself?"

"Mmhmm," I said, nodding. "I don't want to ruin your fun. Go on." I pushed him towards the door slightly.

"Alright," he said, leaning in to give me a quick kiss. "See you later." He smiled brightly and went out the door. "Don't miss me too much," he called out before shutting the front door tightly.

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A car door shutting loudly in the driveway signalled that Dex had returned. I smiled slightly as I peeked out the front window to see him staggering to the door.

"B-babyy," he mumbled, smashing the door open. "I'm home."

"I could tell," I said laughing slightly and pausing the movie I had been watching.

"Let me tell you," he slurred, his accent growing thicker as well, "There were so many ladies all up on this tonight." He gestured up and down his body. "But I made sure to tell 'em all to fuck off." He came over to me and pinned my arms to the couch. "Cuz I already got a lady who's not such a fucking slag." A huge smile crossed his face and he flipped a stray piece of hair out of his face.

With his body hovering inches above my own, I caught a whiff of the scents that clung to him: alcohol, sweat, cigarette smoke, and, of course, a thick layer of cologne. It was captivating and intoxicating, but I tried not to clue him on to that. I took a deep breath and let the smells fill my lungs and exhaled slowly. Dex was truly my drug of choice.

He laughed softly, as softly as a drunken Dex can laugh anyway, and leaned his face closer to my own. I contemplated falling into the kiss as I had done so many times before. After a moment of thought, though, I decided I'd take advantage of him this time.

"Deeex," I whined, pushing him away, "I don't want a kiss if you've been smoking again." I was a terrible liar and a guilty smile crossed my face at something even as trivial as this, but Dex's blurred mind didn't catch it.

"Come on," he whined back. "Just one." His eyes fell in and out of focus as he stared at my face.

"Nope," I said, staying stubborn.

"What can I do, love?" he asked, looking hurt, "What will let me get a kiss?"

I hummed in thought. "I think I'm going to need you to brush your teeth before I'll give you a kiss."

"Aw come on," he sighed, hanging his head slightly. "That's so hard though."

"Well then I guess you don't get a kiss," I purred with a shrug.

He looked defeated and let his head fall lower. "Fine, but I'll have you know it ain't fuckin' easy." He gave me a grumpy look and headed to the bathroom. Out of curiosity, I followed.

I peered in the opening of the slightly ajar door to see Dex holding my toothbrush and looking at it intently.

A shaky smile slid across my lips at his actions. Not quite, but fair enough I suppose.

He then, having looked at it long enough, brought it up to the top of his head and slid it through his chestnut brown hair.

"Ahaha.. N-no, Dexy," I mumbled, stepping into the bathroom and grabbing my toothbrush from him. "Th-that's not how we use those." He looked at me, head cocked to the side in slight confusion for a while. After a few moments, though, he decided that my word was good enough for him and he drunkenly set about trying to figure out how to successfully brush his teeth.

This time, he managed to pry open a bottle of toothpaste. Then, thinking he would actually figure it out this time, I went back to the living room to shut off the TV. No use leaving it on and wasting energy.

After clicking off the power, I headed back to the bathroom to see if Dex had managed on his own. Upon opening the door, however, I found that he had done anything but.

"Goddammit, Dex! No!" I said, growing slightly frustrated with him. He had a hairbrush in his hands that was covered in copious amounts of white toothpaste. "That is a hairbrush." I sighed and pulled it out of his hands and threw it into the bathtub so as to avoid a huge mess being made across the counter. He gave me another quizzical look, head tilted to the side, eyes sparkling confusedly.

"Do you need some help?" I asked, giving him a small hug and running my fingers through his hair.

"Well if all of these twats hadn't called every damn thing a brush, I think I'd be okay!" he growled. "But, since they have, I think I do." A light blush crossed his cheeks. "Everything gets so bloody mixed up."

"Aw, Dex," I cooed, "It's okay. Here," I paused, holding his own toothbrush out to him, "Take this." He complied and shakily took it into his grasp as I turned to grab the toothpaste. I squeezed a tiny bit onto his toothbrush before snapping the cap shut.

"Alright, now get to it," I said smiling. He smiled back for a moment before nodding and clumsily scrubbing his teeth with the bristles. His arm moved around far more than normally and much of the minty foam ended up around his mouth. He spat out the toothpaste and rinsed out his mouth and turned to me, mouth still rimmed by bubbles. I rolled my eyes at him.

"You're so messy," I mumbled, trying to wipe off the foam. "You act like a child when you're drunk, I swear to God." After I had cleaned off most of the foam, he lunged towards me and pressed me up against the door. A click behind me signalled that it was now pressed fully shut.

"Now do I get a kiss?" he mumbled, planting his hands firmly onto my hips and leaning in closer and closer.

"I suppose," I said softly before connecting my lips with his.

The second our lips met I melted into him. His mouth was intoxicating. The taste of smoke and peppermint toothpaste was thick on his tongue, and a tinge of alcohol stuck to his lips. I couldn't get enough. I kissed back hungrily and he fell right into sync. He pulled away the tiniest bit, allowing our tongues to dance and intertwine, and, to my pleasure, effectively allowing us to taste the other. After a while, he pulled his tongue back into his mouth and leaned back into a more traditional kiss. Upon pulling away, he bit my lower lip and gently tugged at it before allowing our mouths to separate fully.

"Damn, babe," he panted, the slur in his voice subsiding and his accent falling back to the intensity at which it usually remained. "I'm glad I went through with all of that." He smiled and hugged me tightly before pulling away and beginning to clean up the mess he had made slightly prior.

"Wait," I said, confusion tinging my words. "You were drunk, right? How did you sober up that much that fast?"

He looked up at me, slightly confused before laughing. "You really believed that?" he asked between bouts of laughter.

"Well, yeah!" I said, crossing my arms and still wondering what he meant.

"I had one beer and a few shots, babe," he said, turning on the faucet in the tub in attempts to start washing off the hairbrush. "I drove myself home. My mind wasn't slowed at all."

"Fuck you," I mumbled near inaudibly.

"Hmm? What was that?" he asked, a sly smirk crossing his lips.

"Fuck. You," I repeated with much more volume.

"Oh!" he said, smirk widening and growing more mischievous. "Is that what's next on the agenda?"

"Fuck off," I mumbled, changing my words slightly. Dex chuckled softly.

"Alright," he purred, "I can't make you, can I?" I shook my head. He smiled and pulled me into another overly, wondrously, intoxicating kiss.

He could definitely make me.

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A/N: (●OοO●) wow. I did a thing.

Thanks to the bae, this went wayyy too fast and went wayyy too hardcore Lol.

Anyway, hope y'all enjoyed.

XOXOXO (ゝڡ ∂）