Despite having dated for several years and having lived together for a good portion of this time, you and Spencer have never left the honeymoon phase of your relationship. You can't get enough of each other, and those feelings are only heightened when one of you is inebriated.

Take right now, for example.

You and Spencer are at a party for his work, and it is your turn to be the designated driver for the two of you. Spencer has worked a particularly grueling case this week and has been desperate to relax. In the process, he's gotten a little... carried away. Far too much whiskey later, you're helping a grown man go to the restroom before you head home. You gingerly lead him inside and lock the door behind the two of you.

Instead of turning towards the toilet, Spencer practically hangs on you like a koala and lazily traces patterns on your exposed forearm. He's always more touchy when he's drunk, so his actions come as no surprise to you, until he mumbles, "Hey, babe?"

"Yeah?" you reply, glancing up at him.

"Can you help me?" he asks with exaggerated innocence. You have a sneaking suspicion what his intentions are and what "help" he's referring to, but in case he genuinely just needs to take a piss and can't undo his belt or something, you nod.

"Everything okay?" you ask with the kind of tone a parent would use with a child as you look up at his dejected little pout. You would recognize the look in his eyes anywhere, but you know that now is not the time. He's absolutely plastered, and you're sober. It's your responsibility to take him home and tuck him in bed, not... do that. Not right now. Still, the look in his eyes tell you that he will not be easily swayed.

"No, not really," he replies softly, his gaze flicking down to your lips before meeting your eyes again.

Suddenly, before you can even react, he's leaning in and kissing you passionately, forcefully but not painfully cupping your face in his hands.