Re: Si's trailer: Amy M/Si M
[The timer was no doubt ticking down to its last handful of seconds. It would go off as a vibration in Si's pocket. But, for now, it almost didn't matter. Between them spanned the history of their lives, or shared lives, or all of the above, and the air in the trailer was heavy with it, not unlike how it felt, some nights, in Si's bed Amy would climb into. It was tension they, seemingly, broke only secretly and with themselves, nothing filthy brought into the light until the arcade. Or, into the shared darkness, as it were. But, today, it was here and heavy and Si was trying to focus as she kept pushing his knee with her toes and bouncing her thigh on his. He sighed, finally having to reach to hold her thigh still, pressing down on it in all that yellow (Si was semi-confident she'd worn the overalls make her hard to get to). And even if she couldn't feel his cock starting to get uncomfortable against his fly, Si had to adjust his pants again and he wasn't subtle about it. He ran his fingers along the top of her foot, where skin was thin and milky.
When Amy said she wanted to be safe and free, Si wasn't sure how to respond. He knew he didn't get it. He tried, but he knew he didn't get all of it like he should.] Can we find you somewhere safe and free? [He asked as she rubbed her cheek against the fingers of his hand cupped around her shoulder.—She'd asked him about the wedding when they'd been in her trailer recently, in another lifetime, so Si knew Molly hadn't told her what happened. He watched the reality play out on her face, and Si could only shrug when she said she wondered if things would've gone differently.] I dunno. [She was honest with him, and he, in turn, was honest with her.] High, I don't know that I would've seen anything. [Si squeezed her shoulder when she talked about everyone liking Marcus. He opened his mouth to say something more when his phone started buzzing in his pocket, the one trapped between them. Si lifted off of his ass and let go of Amy's shoulder, so he could pull the phone out and silence it. He threw it onto the chair his feet were propped on and dropped his head back to the wall.]