Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[She groans, exaggerated.] You're so fucking stubborn, yeah? You could be hella agreeable or something, [She smiles.] Like me, papi.
[But she listens, cheeks red and her fidgeting or whatever, like a bug under a magnifying glass, but in a good way She's swatting at him a few sentences in, smile digging into cheeks and refusing to let go.] But what about the bad stuff? The stuff that drives you fucking nuts? And don't try to say it doesn't exist, yeah? [But, ok, she stops there, because she really wants to chase his mouth for another kiss in the sticky warmth.] I can tell you how you're good for me, if you want? [Her mouth still against his, and her tone shy,]