Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
In the middle of all that falling apart, all that exhaustion, all that really bad shit, his tip of chin and lift of eyebrow, it still made her smile. Small, tongue to teeth, but fucking fond, yeah? He made her feel better. It was maybe stupid, but just being around him for minutes strung together, it made her feel better. Like his presence was some kind of fucking remedy, cure-all, whatever.
But he was trying to figure out her caveat, yeah? She could tell. Fingers tucking hair behind her ear, and she felt stupid for saying it wrong. It was vulnerability, yeah? This, asking, whatever, and she felt like a dumb girl, like some stupid fucking virgin or something, or some girl on a first date and jitters eating her idiotic. But he kissed her, and she almost forgot with the press of his lips. She kissed him back hard - or as hard as she could manage, spent like she was. And she knew he was trying, yeah? Trying to get it, and she didn't want to corner him or something, put him into a situation where he had to tell her no.
And why would he say yeah? After the shit she'd done, breaking piggy banks and calling dealers, yeah? Stupid - she was fucking stupid. He was just asking her to crash or something. It was different, LESS, and she was being a fucking stupid little girl.
So, blush, she shook her head, and she tried to distract him deliberate, hips rolling against him and a kiss that was harder, hotter, tongue and teeth. "I'll crash a few days, yeah? I don't need a key."