Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
YOU WOULD WANT ME MORE IF I WAS EASIER AND NOT SUCH A FUCKING BURDEN AND DON'T SAY YOU WOULDN'T. [There's inky fire in her gaze. Defiant, like she knows him arguing against that would be bullshit.] BUT IT'S NOT MY FUCKING FAULT. IT'S NOT. I DIDN'T ASK TO BE A FUCK UP. AND I NEVER HID IT FROM YOU!!! [She didn't, but the words fade as quick as they were loud, and she has to FORCE herself not to rock on his cock, yeah? After that kiss, and she knows she missed a comeback there in the minute, but he's too close, and she's not thinking so good as she was when they were both crying. She still tastes like tears, and he does too, but her gaze is dark waters tempestuous when he pulls her fucking close like that.
She fights the grip on her head, that tangle of blonde, and she does it deliberate, yeah? She can feel his breath hot on her throat, and she wants to cave, and she wants to fold, and she wants it bad. But she also wants to not lose, like this is a game or something, and she likes the exhilaration of it, yeah? Her nostrils flare, she squirms against his cock once, and she gets her mouth real close to his ear, yeah? When he says to tell him what to do.] You're such a fucking DICK. [But it's warm and husky, like some fucking promise or something against the shell of his ear.] You're not gonna fuck me. You're gonna let me get UP, and you're gonna go fix things to stay naked in BED for three days. [She licks his ear deliberate, and this is maybe the closest to seductive she's managed EVER, but it's the challenge, yeah? That adrenaline desire to win.] I'm gonna cook dinner, and we're gonna eat all nice and dressed and behaving good. [She pulls back, grins.] Baby. [Because, like BLANCA, that fucking pet name belongs to the whole fucking world, and not to HIM alone.]