Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
She didn't notice the trail left in their wake. Once she woke up and had to clean up, then maybe she'd notice, yeah? But not yet. She was having a hard enough time focusing on steps and words, and she stayed quiet once the words ended and her footsteps became something focused on exclusive. She watched her feet, fingers trust-tight in his, like she knew he'd keep her from falling, and she stayed like that until they were in the small room. She felt safe there, yeah? In that tiny fucking space, and it was the only way she'd managed to sleep any in the month they were apart. She didn't do good in her own space lately, but this was closed in and there were layers of doors and walls before anyone could get to her, and it had a safety to it that other places didn't. And with him there, it was even better.
And it was indicative of just how out of it she was, yeah? That she didn't argue with him about the shirt he parted and pushed off her. The sun was out, and she should be worried about belly and scars and tits gone heavy, but she just hummed quiet, inky eyes going shut for seconds at a time, even as he pulled her onto the mattress.
They were both a mess, yeah? But that shit didn't register, and she just rubbed herself against him, deliberate, and like some cat seeking warmth against his body, all along him and her head in the crook of his arm. "Your own home." She echoed it, sleepy. "I can pay part of the rent or whatever." Did he pay rent? She wasn't even fucking sure, but she made the offer anyway, yeah? She'd paid Neil, which had made her feel like her room was all hers, at least. "Like it how it is. Feels like you." She exhaled against his skin curled up against him warm. "Will sleep a long time. Don't be scared."