Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
Maybe I like warmin' up the old-fashioned way, huh? [He says it, increasing the pressurea fingertips on her throat, but brief. She hums again, and he's exhaling, but then he feels her almost stiffen with that seriousness.] Baby. I was kiddin'. I ain't gonna get sicka you or not be into you. [And he means it, 'cause to him, it isn't the same—this and his place in New York. In New York, he'd lived there for years, and Sam didn't live with him, huh? He's actually not a bad housemate, though he prolly is more careful 'bout giving his address out, yeah. But here it don't matter. Everybody knows.] Would it make you feel better to ask? For a while, while you get used to it? Or is it better to jump in?
[He leads her with his hand on her wiggling ass, and he gives that ass a slap when she asks if that's all they do on the sofas. He even folds her in toward him, his arm the hinge. Crushed up against her, he informs her:] Well—[And after looking around for Tedito, who's running somewhere in the bowelsa the apartment near the bedroom. He comes closer still, nudging at her nose with his, kinda fucking up the tour, but oh, well.—He's close enough his lashes almost tangle with hers as he grins.] Maybe it's easier if I point out the places we can't fuck, huh?