Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
She didn't know he was unsteady like her, not until he wavered on his feet. And she registered it, yeah? But it was lost in the panic of that rush of words or whatever, lost in the hand that reached out to close around her fist. And, yeah, she let him scoop her back up. Fuck, yeah, because, that was all she wanted, yeah? Even freaking out and embarrassed like she was, she just wanted to feel him close. God, it was so fucking stupid, yeah? But it was what she wanted, and she went too eager, so there wasn't even any fucking doubt or anything. No room for misinterpretation, yeah? Not with the way she smashed against him, almost hard enough to knock them both off their feet.
He kissed hard, but she kissed harder. She bit him, bit his lip, bit inside his mouth, there, at his lower lip, where it was soft and sensitive. She licked there after, and her tongue tasted like blood from the inside of her cheek.
When he pulled back, sucking that spit from his lip, she leaned forward and chased the path of his tongue with her own. On the fucking tips of her toes and unsteady, hands on his shoulders and clutching hard as his thumb dragged along her lips. But she looked at him shy a little, yeah? Like she was about to fucking burst with hoping or something, but like she still wasn't sure he got what he was getting himself into. "Yeah? You mean it?"
She put both her hands over his mouth, to stop him from answering right away. "I mean, do you get it? What I'm saying?" And, yk, she was out of it a little, and she forgot to take her hands off his mouth so he could answer.