Re: Winter Train: Sam A & Cris M
They were both wasted, which meant seeing clear was something they were both absolved from for the night. Maybe that wasn't right, and maybe they should be finding her somewhere to sit, getting water into her or something equally responsible. But they were wasted, and all that was for later, yeah? She wasn't thinking that good. Her brain was as unfocused as her gaze, and all she wanted was to press her hand hard enough against his sternum to shove away the memory of the girl he'd spent the night with. It wasn't anything solid in her mind, not like it would be sober, and she wasn't thinking about him not wanting her, but she DID want to shove her hand fucking hard inside him, until she was gone, that other girl, like that was something she could do with the mere press of fingers to warm skin.
"I didn't go anywhere," she told him. It was a too-logical response to him saying he missed her or whatever, and it was accompanied by her ducking her head and nuzzling his chest between the splay of her fingers. "I missed you too. So fucking much. So fucking much." She rocked into him hard, and hopefully he was braced enough to keep them from tipping over, because she wasn't. "Let me fix it, yeah? However you're messed up. Let me."
It was an offer, yeah? But she was already pulling on him, and he was stumble-step after her. "You can bust his nose later," she slurred thoughtless as she yanked on him. But she knew she'd made him go through a fucking lot with Neil and Russ, yeah? Even D, so she added, as he reeled her in, "he didn't touch me or anything like that. Not even once." He was close then, belly to belly, and she looked up at him. "Do what?" She asked it stupid but honest, too drunk to connect the dots or trace the lines. But she was impatient, yeah? So fucking impatient, and she tugged back on him. "Can I pick where we go, papi? It's close."