Re: [Sonrisa] (Adult bedtime)
[Yeah, he knew she was watching. He liked that she did. Cris could be a cocky sonofabitch when he wanted to be, and he was happy to play to her gaze. He even peeled the purple petals from briar black on belly deliberate, so blue eyes would draw to his hands.—But, that was all he did, 'cause after the sheet was on and he got Sam on the bed, he was too busy enjoying having her there, against him, to do anything remotely like playing performing, huh?
Her fingers traipsed over lashes.] Thanks, mami. [He meant that. The ones before had been playful, more a mischievous reference to using the flowers as props—and to how much Sam hadn't liked them—than a real showa gratitude. But, this time, he was sincere and he sighed happy when she pressed up close. His hands rubbed her back over cotton.] Nunca, [he saida letting her go. And he meant that too. He kissed whatever parta her he could reach and settled down onto his shoulder, eyes closing.
After a beat, one eye cracked opened. A smile warmed on Cris' lips.] You don't get to work seven days a week, gringa. I won't make it, huh?