Re: Motel 77: Cris & Sam
She didn't hear Cris come into the hotel room. She didn't even fucking hear him walk into the bathroom. The only thing in her ears was the water, and even the distant sound of the overly loud Cuban television wedding was shut out by the beating of the spray against dingy tiles. It was like the lighthouse, yeah? Like the water slamming onto those glittering stones that were slammed shiny from waves. It was like that, but, yeah, ok it wasn't, but in her head, it was. And she was thinking or whatever, there, under the spray.
Neil's glasses were still on her head, the legs tangled up in that seaweed blonde, and they fell off when she tipped her head, the movement of Cris' body in the dark bathroom something that she registered as shadows in the shadows. But she wasn't scared, yeah? It wasn't even that she knew it was him, but she wasn't scared. Her head swam, and she blinked water out of her red-glazed eyes, pupils nearly nonexistent in the dark. But she knew he couldn't see. He couldn't see the sorry state of her swollen knuckles, puffy from weak swings and punches against the wall of the hotel after she came back from the seizure that had left her slumped amid dust motes.
But she wasn't scared, and she didn't draw back when he groped in the dark. She recognized his voice, but she didn't trust her senses. Maybe she was making him out of the darkness, creating him or something. She was almost glad she couldn't see his face, yeah? Because she could believe it was him entirely in the fucking dark.
He pulled her between his knees, against his chest, and his voice was something comforting in the depths of the sea. "It's like the ocean, yeah?" Nonsensical, and she blinked confusion in the dark. She shuddered, tiny hiccups of aftershock that were just compounded by the cold. Her arms slid around his stomach, fingers at his back. "I'm ok," she reassured him, and that was an indication she wasn't so bad, yeah? She remembered to be worried about him. "How's T?" She remembered that too, yeah? She was ok.