[For a second, he's tempted to ask her if she wants to get in the tub - you know, Rub a dub dub - but she's drunk and a drunk Rachel makes war on gravity. One or both of them is likely to end up with a head injury if they stand in the shower while under the influence of alcohol.]
[Although, despite his occupation as a law enforcement officer, he'd be lying if he said that he'd never considered celebrating their birthdays with a special batch of Noah Puckerman Brownies.]
[He shivers as she strokes his spine, her fingers inadvertently tickling his skin. She holds onto him for dear life as they stand together, fighting gravity (she can tackle it when she's got him on her side; he's tipsy with the liquor he's sipped from her lips, drunk on her love of life, but sober enough to keep her steady because that's what he's always done for his girl, even before she was his girl). He doesn't need to leave her, following her to the bed and yanking the covers back to climb inside them, waiting for her to get off the covers and beneath them instead. Turning to his side, he opens the drawer of the bedside table, removing a bottle of ibuprofen, leaning further down to grab a bottle of water from the plastic and cardboard case beneath the bed. Prepared? Yeah, they keep a case beneath the bed because they wake up during the night and just don't want to get out of bed for the water, especially when he gets called out.] M'in bed.
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Date: 2011-12-05 03:34 am (UTC)[Although, despite his occupation as a law enforcement officer, he'd be lying if he said that he'd never considered celebrating their birthdays with a special batch of Noah Puckerman Brownies.]
[He shivers as she strokes his spine, her fingers inadvertently tickling his skin. She holds onto him for dear life as they stand together, fighting gravity (she can tackle it when she's got him on her side; he's tipsy with the liquor he's sipped from her lips, drunk on her love of life, but sober enough to keep her steady because that's what he's always done for his girl, even before she was his girl). He doesn't need to leave her, following her to the bed and yanking the covers back to climb inside them, waiting for her to get off the covers and beneath them instead. Turning to his side, he opens the drawer of the bedside table, removing a bottle of ibuprofen, leaning further down to grab a bottle of water from the plastic and cardboard case beneath the bed. Prepared? Yeah, they keep a case beneath the bed because they wake up during the night and just don't want to get out of bed for the water, especially when he gets called out.] M'in bed.