Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[Sam would argue he likes that about her. Ok, so she thinks it'd be better for him if she was whole, yeah? She thinks that, but she thinks he fucking likes that she's young. She can't imagine him with some old boring chick, yeah? She thinks of Elena as being some centerfold warrior or something amazing, but normal women in their 40s? She thinks of them frumpy and boring and, nah, man, he's not made for that shit.] YOU WANT ME TO BE BETTER!!! [Now she's being stubborn to be stubborn, yeah? All that fucking worry for months, and it feels good to scream it out.
He's scowling, and she knows he's not just gonna let it drop. She's glad, yeah? She don't think on that much, but she's glad. He stands, and she doesn't move back at ALL when he pushed. Well, she fucking tries, yeah? So maybe he does get a step of retreat out of her, but she's not acknowledging that AT ALL.] SIT DOWN. [LOUD, and she says it as he's already moving to sit, so the grin that blooms after is so fucking SMUG. Bright blinding smugness, and she's still grinning when he grabs the straps of the jumper and drags her.] You like that I drive you crazy. [She says it defiant, chin up like she's challenging him to argue with him. Young and brash, and a teensy bit of fear that he'll say no. But the bravado's there, yeah?] DON'T call me that. That's not my pet name. You use that for fucking everyone. [And she crosses arms petulant.] Maybe I DO! [But she's just being spiteful, yeah? Still pouting. But she can't make herself agree with that thing about yelling, even if she wants to.] Asshole. [Muttered. Just that, and then she kisses him hard. Just the one kiss, yeah? Slant of mouth over his, teeth colliding and her lips parted, and then she draws back and starts to scoot off his lap deliberate in all that fabric, fully expecting him to stop her.]