Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[She stares when he blinks slow at her like that. It's stupid, but she can't look away, yeah? And it doesn't got anything to do with what he's saying. Sometimes looking at him just fucking does that to her, which makes her blush, even while he's saying she can't fuck things up bad enough to tank everything.] I know you don't lie to me, but you say the good things, or the not so bad things, and leave out the really fucked up shit you think is going to make me react bad. It's like with the baby, yeah? I know you didn't tell me all the bad stuff. It's not the same as lying, papi.
[It sounds good when he sighs tho, and his hands over her ass make her worry less somehow, which is probably dumb too. She almost doesn't want to fuck that up by asking what she was going to ask. Nah, no, she DOESN'T want to fuck it up, so she doesn't ask, like he's going to forget or something.] Are you thanking me for a hug? Because you're not allowed to thank me for something like that. [The words are warm breath and damp against his cheek, because she doesn't pull back to speak. The tips of her toes end up on the ends of his shoes, and she rains kisses spitty against his warm skin.]