Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
He moved his ass back—just a couplea inches, when the brushtipsa fingers moved to his pants. He shifted back, so she'd have more room, better reach, and he could stretch legs out, straightening the one she focused on with violent red. His other knee he kept up, so he could brace his elbow there, chin to fist, and watch her. His skin was taut over his belly, muscle cinched as he leaned, and the fuzzy, dust-and-static gray blotted onto the thick fabrica sweats, smog on smog, but Cris didn't care. The pants were old or the stuff'd wash out, or it didn't really matter anyway, huh? 'Cause he wanted the contact, he wanted her touching him. It grounded her, yeah, but him too, the guy being as fucking tactile as he was.—He waited with his tongue on his bottom lip, tasting the solvents in the air, saying nothing as she worked.
It was almost calming, her fingers dull over his knee. It wasn't like the regular ebb-and-flowa rocking, but it was soothing repetition, in some way, and Cris exhaled, a lil lost in the trancea color spouting from her fingertips, yellow a sudden sunbeam on his belly.
And he didn't interrupt, huh? Once she started going. His gaze moved between her face and her hands, his only contribution a hiss when her fingernails scraped unexpected.—She asked if he got it, and he opened his mouth. She wiped tears with the backa her hand, and he started, syllables forming on tongue, when she smacked herself again. He reached forward this time, his own fingers slick with paint, and he grabbed her hand, forced her fingers to lace with his, palm kissing palm, but not gentle, 'cause he turned their wrists outward, forcing her hand down with his.
"Entiendo," he told her, and it was steady, even with all those dumb tears and the sniffle that didn't wanna go away. With his other hand, he pushed at her thighs, trying to part them, before he leaned, wetting his fingers in the paint on canvas behind her. "Now you listen, huh?" He touched her cheeks green-yellow, slathered it sideways, just under the budda her bottom lip. "Por favor."