Re: Si's trailer: Amy M/Si M
[Si felt the weight of Amy's gaze like the muzzle of a loaded shotgun tucked under the chin, one trigger-squeeze away from oblivion. There was danger in it. Thrill. And Si was already thinking of all the things he shouldn't think about.—He remembered when they shared a room, as teenagers, how embarrassing it'd been at the start of puberty—shit, throughout—that he'd get a fucking boner at random times. It'd been embarrassing to wake up to sticky sheets after a good dream. He even remembered how he'd feel sometimes, late at night, when the dark was scaring them both and she'd crawl into his bed. It was this intense, hormonal need to jerk off—a need Si tried to deny, but not always successfully. There was no way she didn't know. He thought about that as her thigh bounced on his and his cock twitched at the rhythmic contact. For fuck's sake.
Si exhaled, yeah, dropping the cigarette to its death in beer foam. He took another steadying breath. He lifted his hand from her thigh to pull at the inside seam of his jeans, high up on his thigh. Then, he scratched at the back of his neck, rubbed there, and let his hand fall back on her leg. She was talking about the past. But, it was the mention of the house that made his gaze lift in jagged blue to hers. He waited, ready to fight her on it, when she continued to spin her tale. Her fingers were still tracing along his jaw, his cheeks, close now to his mouth, and he breathed out again, breath tickling at her fingers as they retreated. Si looked at his sister, gaze lingering on her lips overlong, before buoying upward belatedly.] Do you want to find somewhere cold to hide? [It wasn't a question that made a lot of sense, but he figured, she'd get it. Whatever it was he meant, she'd find it for him and let them both know. He thought a second, his fingers on her shoulder brushing her arm.] I did come to your wedding. [After a glance away, he looked back to Amy.] I was high. I tried to get in. [He sniffed a little.] Molly caught me. She paid me. To leave. [And he'd taken the money and he'd blown it in his veins. His hand lifted from Amy's thigh again and, if she let him, he wrapped warm fingers around hers.] Sorry.