Re: Dinner: Cris/Lou/Sam
She was kinda glad there wasn't time for more SAVORING, yeah? Not because she didn't want Cris, because she fucking DID, but because there was something fun about the game. Ok, maybe it was less fun for him, being hard and getting blue balls or whatever. But it was ok, yeah? She had something planned, and it was something she hoped he would like. And it was the first time she'd actually WON a sexual game with him, ok? It was like she was growing up or something, and maybe she'd attain femme fatale status someday, instead of little girl in yellow tights and braids.
Sam laughed bright when Cris adjusted his cock, because it was OBVIOUS. She didn't care, yeah? About Lou seeing. Lou had a cock of his own, and he knew all about hardons. They were all adults in the room, and Sam had never been the queen of circumspection. Better to start as you meant to go on, yeah? Her pops had said that all the time when she was a kid, and they weren't gonna tiptoe around Lou or anything.
Now, when it came to the way Lou's deity killed, maybe Sam was less scared than she should be. See, she'd never seen any of the dead men. She didn't even read the articles about that kinda shit, because rose colored glasses, and she didn't wanna know about bad stuff like that. She knew it was all around her, yeah? She got evil better than most, and what some men would do to feed some void inside them, but she didn't wanna read about it. So, yeah, she didn't know about bodies degloved, and she didn't think specific about the murderers. All she knew is HER BROTHER wouldn't hurt anyone, yeah? And she smiled sugar at him when he poured her wine. She took a sip, and it was long and lip smack after. "Tastes nice." She wasn't a big drinker, but she liked a beer when she smoked lately, and she could still taste the cloves on her tongue.
Cris' voice interrupted her, and she shook her head about remembering. Nah, forget it, there was nothing there, and Cris was saying he wasn't proper, and Sam grinned as she leaned forward elbows on wood. "You look like a mess," she told him, but her grin said she liked that mess, yeah? And she blushed poppies when they said the food looked good. But visiting the Alexanders, that wasn't something she said casual and just as conversation. She'd been worried about taking Cris alone, because they'd try to blackmail him or something, but they couldn't try that with Lou AND Cris, so it was safer somehow in Sam's head. "Lou should see where he comes from. Moms and pops are old now, yeah? In their sixties or something. And everyone can be affronted together, Lou. It'll be hella fun."
And Sam wasn't gonna avoid the elephant in the room, yeah? Maybe she just didn't know how to avoid saying what she thought, and that shit had always caused her life to be LOUD. Now was no different, and she knew Cris was gonna say no. She looked over at him as he sucked on his thumb, and her eyes lit spark bright. "I can do what I want," she told him, chin tipped defiant. She turned her attention to Lou next. "You shut up. I'm gonna go help, and you're gonna just fucking deal. What're you gonna do? Slam the door in my face? You sent me Oliver when I needed him, and now I'm doing this, and that's the end of it."