Re: In-person: Cris/Sam
[She waits until he's sitting, yeah? And she lets him tug her onto his thigh, her ass there and her knee at his cock. Eventually, she does raise her other leg, knee against his thigh and using it for support as much as she can manage on her own.] I think I'm just scared as it gets closer. Of it hurting, since my dose is an- [She hunts for the word, but fucks it up.] an ope-oyd, which means the pain stuff won't work good. And she might die, and she might be blonde, and after's gonna suck, and I'm just scared. It's not that I don't think she's good.
[His arm around her feels nice, and she leans into the hold, so she doesn't need to work hard to keep herself upright and balanced on his thigh. Her cheek slips to his shoulder, and she looks up at him through pale lashes.] I hate when other people touch my hair, and you always touch my throat. It doesn't bother me when it's you. You sound different, and you feel different, and you smell different. [She rubs her cheek against the harsh fabric of his shirt.] I always want you, yeah? Maybe too much. [She fiddles with the end of his sleeve.] A year ago, I got scared sometimes, but not anymore with you. And we're supposed to be talking about you, not me. You really fucking suck at talking about you.