Drunk in Love | Chesper
Spencer wrapped her arms around him excitedly, pulling him toward the trees as they walked, stopping now and then to jump up as she babbled excitedly. “Okay, okay, okay…okay, so like, on halloween, there were these two guys, right? And while I got shitfaced, they like — they totally had sex in my room! And I had to wash my sheets and everything! Like, like how rude?! I mean, they had fun and I was with you, but still — anyways! The other day, I like, totally found their treehouse. So like, so I was thinking, what if,” she paused for dramatic effect, stopping and turning to face him. She took his face in her hands, “we had sex in their treehouse. I think we should have sex in their treehouse.” She kissed him again, “I don’t think I’ve ever — I’ve never had as good an idea as this.” She broke into a laugh and clung to Ches, throwing her head back to laugh before she peppered him with kisses, giggling between them.
Ches listened to Spence, and had to laugh a bit at the suggestion. Somewhat because he thought Spencer was joking, and somewhat because he did think it was avoid idea. That, and he was still slightly drunk. "But what if like, we get caught?" He laughed, resting his head on her shoulder as they stood there. He hummed, sneaking a kiss to her neck before pulling back with a small smile. "Lets do it," he stated simply, attempting to keep a straight face but ended up laughing. "Oh--gods, we're so bad, so, so very bad," he laughed, attempting to pepper her face with kisses.















