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Title: You Actually Have To Move Your Feet TtH Prompt: #79 Stumble Summary: Buffy helps Cameron home. Buffy stumbled as she helped a highly inebriated Cameron in his front door. It had taken her forever to get through his alcohol-induced fog that she needed to drop him off at home first. Cameron had kept insisting that he should escort his team home. Since she hadn’t found a place yet, she was living on base and it would be silly for her to drop Daniel and Vala off there before taking him home and then going back. Daniel had passed out in the car and she had left him in Vala’s dubiously capable hands while she took care of Cameron. “Which way?” She asked, nearly holding him completely upright with no help from him. “Down the hall, last door,” he slurred, his southern accent coming out stronger than usual. She tried to lead him, but he didn’t move. “Cam, you actually have to move your feet to walk.” “I wasn’t?” “No, you weren’t.” “Sorry,” he said with a giggle. “Don’t be sorry, just walk,” she said in exasperation. “Yes, ma’am,” he said, obediently picking up his feet and walking. “I hate it when you call me that,” she grumbled. “I know, but yer so cute when ya get upset,” he said, grinning drunkenly at her. She snorted. “If you say so,” she said, guiding him into his bedroom. He tripped over his own two feet causing both of them to fall on his queen-sized bed. Buffy pushed him off of her and stood back up. She grabbed hold of his legs and swung them up on the bed. “Oh, Buffy. The room is spinning…” “No, it’s not. You are,” she said evilly, untying his shoes. “Why am I doing that?” “I don’t know,” she said, pulling one shoe off before untying the other. “I should stop.” Buffy just rolled her eyes as she removed the last shoe. She looked down at his prone form and debated on whether or not to remove his belt. Deciding that he’d be more comfortable without it, she undid the buckle. “Hey, what’re you doin’?” He asked, slapping her hands away. “I’m taking off your belt,” she replied, slapping his hands right back before removing said item. “Oh. Hey, Buffy,” he said, grabbing her arm and pulling on it. She sat next to him and asked, “What?” “Yer really quite beautiful, you know.” “Cam, you’re drunk,” she said, trying to get up, but he held on tight. “No, you are. Jus’ thought ya should know,” he said, releasing her. “Thanks,” she said dryly. “Now get some sleep.” “Night,” he said sleepily. Buffy sighed. One down, two to go. Previous Chapter Buffygate Menu Next Chapter |
