Re: [In-person: Sam & Cris]
[Yeah, ok, so they looked hella different. They always had, huh? Tho maybe at the beginning she looked like one of his working girls or something, and the Cuban guys back home always had young wives, and she was believable as a young gringa thing he'd married or something. But, yeah, nah, the blue hair maybe tanked that, and she was dressed like she dressed for school these days, which was kinda eclectic, but she she liked it. She felt like HER, and she hadn't felt that way for a while or whatever. So, yeah, heavy boots and heavy steps, she jutted her chin out and watched him smile, and she was totes unaware of his thoughts or she would have given him shit about pencil skirts.
But then he put his hands up, and he mentioned his pants. Predictable as fuck, Sam's inky gaze dropped to his cock, and she almost missed him holding his hand out and wiggling his fingers. But, ok, she recovered, and she took his fingers with her cool ones, and she went where he led.]