Title: Insanity, an Alias drabble
Rating: R for language (Ooo, the f word!)
Disclaimer: I don’t own Sydney, Vaughn, SD-6 or anything else that J.J. created. But I do own the CIA. Just kidding.
Spoliers: None
Character pairing: SWeiss

“You’re crazy,” he laughs.

“I’m not crazy, I’m drunk,” she slurs, punching him on the arm.

“Oh no, don’t give me that. You’re crazier when you’re sober.”

She’s silent for a long minute, thinking.

“Alright,” she concedes. “But you’re crazy too.”

“How do you figure?” he asks, eyebrows shooting up.

She leans in close, their noses almost touching.

“You haven’t tried to kiss me. And unless you’re not interested, which,” she pauses, licking her lips, “I think you are… what with the signals I’ve been giving out, that’s crazy.”

He kisses her, pausing to mumble,

“I must be fucking insane.”

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