Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
I know the feelin'. [He blinks at her slow, almost like a cat.] It's hard. But, mami, there's never gonna be some thing you say that's gonna fuck shit up 'til it's unfixable. I know you worry 'bout it, 'bout there being some flip or somethin' that's gonna make me leave, but there ain't. And if at some point, you do say the wrong thing or I do, I know it ain't the enda the world, huh? [He's holding her wrists together and she frowns at him.] Mocosa. I don't just say stuff to calm you down. I don't lie to you, you know. [With a fissure of irritation at her (sometimes surprising) lacka trust in him.] Pero, sí. You can ask. [She brings her arms up, over his shoulders, in a split-second hug, and he hugs her back easy, moving into the action, like they can get any closer. His eyes close when she rubs herself against him, cheek to cheek, lips to cheek, and his hands go low, just above her ass, over that damn thick coat, and he sighs a lil bit in something like relief, like coming home and shedding the day's grime from your skin.
He presses his nose to blonde, talks into it, against her skin.] Thank you, [he tells her earnest.]