Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[She makes a sound that can only be described as pure fucking pleasure, yeah? When he kneads knuckles into her back, and she's been trying really fucking hard not to let him know how uncomfortable she's starting to get all the time. But even that pleasure is eclipsed by the heat in the kiss, and she whines at herself for pulling away, because she really doesn't fucking want to.
But, ok, she can do this. Talk, yeah? Without rubbing all over him or something, because maybe he doesn't want that when they're talking about this, and she's kinda unsure where the line is now. So, knuckles brush her chin, and she shoves her hands hard into the pocket of that crazy expensive coat, like that'll help her keep her hands off HIM.]
I think I said no at first! [She blurts it loud and stupid, and she doesn't even know if it's true. She's convinced herself most of the time, but she doesn't actually know, and she realizes it was stupid to say right away. Red cheeks, her chin tipped down against her chest and in defiance of his fingers.] Sorry. Fuck. Sorry. That was shitty to say. [She peers up.] Do you think about it a lot?