[She crawls under the covers (literally, because her feet are up by his head for a minute before she turns herself around, crossing her arms on his chest and propping her arms there, chin balanced on her hands as they lay folded together between his pecs. Her eyes are heavy, though she's not feeling tired at all. The alcohol is starting to slow even the infamous Berry energy, but it doesn't stop her from smiling lazily up at him.] You are. Hi. [She giggles, bending her legs at the knees and swinging them beneath the covers. Finn had called her a needy drunk, but maybe that had nothing to do with Rachel and everything to do with Finn. She felt like she needed to be needed by Finn and that made her cling to him, want to keep him close. Generally, with Puck, she's a happy, horny, handsy drunk but not needy. She walks her fingers across his chest, tracing one along his jaw.] Prickly peach~
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Date: 2011-12-05 04:20 am (UTC)