Re: Sonrisa: Sam A & Cris M
Cris felt too big in that space, the ceiling seeming to hover just over his head and the walls close, but he didn't really mind it. And especially not then. It felt comfortable and safe, and after the fucking day they'd had, it felt like—relief. It wasn't the collapse after high-pressure the floor downstairs had been, least for Cris. It was better, softer, and once he and Sam were on that bed, he curled close to her, him on his side, lifting one arm to let her get comfortable, and dropping it like a gate once she'd settled.
She was talking sleepy, echo and syllables dropping off as she went. Cris smiled at her and it was just adoration, huh? His eyelids were heavy, eyes burning, and he exhaled, leading fingers up her throat, to the shella her ear. Coming forward a lil bit more, closing the last bitta distance, he pressed his nose just above her forehead, nuzzling there.
"Okay, baby." Quiet, clear. No fog. No voices reaching outta the past. Nobody keeping them apart. Cris closed his eyes too, kissed Sam's forehead as best he could without moving. "Te amo." Like it was just how he said goodnight. Like it was any other night, huh? And it was. The moment would pass by and they'd be onto the next come sunrise. Everything that needed figuring out—the stuff with Iris, Lou, everything, it could wait 'til then. 'Til they'd rested a bit.