Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
She loved her fucking moments, yeah? She lived in them safe, and it meant that seeing the big picture, the roll of time and how shit changed, that was hard for her. Like this, yeah? She'd told him a hundred times that she needed time, but that had just been gut. She couldn't see - back then - the road to THIS. She wasn't sure he'd been able to see it either, yeah? He was just so fucking stubborn. Not like her at all, yeah? She wasn't stubborn - nah. And thinking it made her laugh a little to herself. Sniffy and damp and quiet, but it was a laugh as he nuzzled, as she shoved.
And she shoved MORE when he insisted she loved him. All shy and her cheeks going red enough to be bright beneath those layers of paint that were starting to cake and dry. "Fuck you." Another sniffle, and this time she poked a finger hard against his belly. For being smug, yeah? She poked again, and she kissed him quick once he turned all fucking nervous. It made her belly flip over, the fact that he got like that for her, and it showed in her little smile, blushy and all that. "Yeah," she admitted quiet. "I love you." A little stronger, a little easier to say the words, and she exhaled after them, like something accomplished. Which was stupid, and she laughed at herself a second later, fingers still against his belly now, where she'd been poking seconds earlier.
But, right, yeah, he was waiting for her caveat or whatever. Her fingers rubbed paint along his skin, finished smearing that line of buildings and breaking through the top layer of drying paint with determined fingertips. "I- I know it's not my place, yeah? It's not like that, but I- I'm not so good being in places that other people control, yeah?" It was her trying to explain, and maybe not so good, but she peeked up at him anyway, to see if he got it, maybe. Put her out of her misery, yeah? That kind of thing.