Re: [In-person: Sam & Cris]
[She was TOTES looking at his ass. And, yeah, ok, so it wasn't like she'd forgotten their fight or anything, but she was good at bouncing back. Maybe that was bad, huh? It meant she didn't tend to work shit through, because she was a fucking goldfish or something and she forgot when something shiny came near her bowl. And Cris was fucking SHINE. She got distracted by him easy, and now was no fucking exception. In truth, it was amazing she'd held out for all those notes beneath the door, and she didn't even realize she was so fucking transparent. But, whatever, yeah, she was totes checking out his ass.] Yeah, papi. I'm gonna go pull whoever it is outside by their hair and throw down. [Which, yeah, she probs would do that if someone talked about his ass. But his voice got softer, and she got fucking melty, and she woulda totes been a puddle at his feet if she hadn't taken the time to smack his ass and run.
And she loved the nights. She loved them as much as she'd loved the daytime just months before. She'd loved the feel of the sun on her skin, and now she loved the sticky night just as fucking much. Ok, it wasn't as sticky as the East Coast, but it was still good. But the sky was beautiful, and it was still warm without being stifling, and there was a hint of breeze, and she let her arm hang out the window and catch the current of air as he drove to the lake.
She hopped out of the car before he was even done putting the windows up, and she was RIGHT THERE to take his hand when he reached for hers. She tugged, huh? Eager and walking ahead of him, and the moon was reflected pretty on the water. It was fat, the moon, and the water was bright as a result, and she bypassed the kayaks in favor of the old, green canoe he pointed out. Once she got close, she reeled back, kissed his jaw, and then broke away and ran toward the little wooden boat. She didn't push it off the sand or anything. Nah, she just climbed in and waited patiently, feet tapping against the bottom of the canoe in defiance of the fact that she was sitting still with her hands folded nice on her lap.] Anda. I need your big strong arms to row, yeah? [Her grin was bright forgetfulness and gapped teeth with a press of tongue, and she kicked off her heavy boots and tucked her socks inside the discarded boots. Her shirt came next, slipped free of her arms and over her head without undoing the overalls, then joining the boots at the bottom of the canoe.
And, once he got in, she just stretched out, huh? Underneath stars and moon or whatever, and she thought life was pretty fucking good at the moment. And this was Sam, yeah? Right now was everything, and right now was all she fucking needed.]