Re: Ocean's Eleven: Sam & Cris
"Don't-" When he reached for the band, but it was gone, clinking against metal in his pocket before she could stop him, and she just felt worse about that shit. She knew how he felt about his vows, about his wife, and her gaze lingered on his pocket long after he took her hands to still their shaking.
Moving fast was weird. She was impulsive, yeah? She didn't think things through. She just did whatever felt right, and most of the time it was the wrong thing, or it made no fucking sense, or it just wasn't what she really wanted at all. So, moving fast should be like second-nature, but it wasn't, not when it came to this. She'd been married six years, and she and Neil had been in this crazy fucking limbo for years, and moving fast just made sense when it came to hard fucks against walls. But this was starting to feel like it wasn't that, and she couldn't let herself believe that shit. She was done with that. Done with stuff that could fall apart, because she wasn't sure she could handle unraveling again. Cris was married, and this shit was temporary. He might not realize that, because he was too good a guy or whatever, but she did. Guys like him, guys like Neil, they didn't end up with girls like her.
She didn't realize the orgy thing would bother him, but she wasn't in his head; she didn't get how it worked, yeah? She dragged her gaze back to him when he pressed her palms together, and when he hugged her she gave in. She could only resist what she wanted for so fucking long, yeah? He wore her down, and she slid her arms around his waist and stayed. She counted, and she almost dozed, but she didn't. Beeping from the machines and his heartbeat and her thoughts were all over the fucking place. Slow, but like tiny balls in a pinball machine.
She didn't move when she started talking, though she did rifle in his pocket for the ring he'd slipped off, searching for it amid the bullets piled there.
"You have to meet me partway. You have to- I don't- I don't want to be the person everyone worries about. I don't want to do that again, and I'm right back there, ok. No quiero eso. I told you shit. I didn't tell anyone else. I don't want everyone wringing their hands about me. Now Lou is panicked, and Neil had to get involved in this shit, and I was stupid and called Loren. Russ got on my ass about me telling you he raped me or something, and now he and Lou are going to be all fucked up, and it hasn't gotten back to my family yet, but Lou will tell them all, and it'll be just like fucking Vegas again, and I don't want that. I don't fucking want that, and it's happening again, and I don't want to drag you into it, and your family."
She took a deep breath, all those words run together, and she didn't move away from him when she held the ring up between her fingers, an offer for him to take it back if he wanted to.
"Let me dry out. Let me dry out, and then we'll see where Micah is, and then we'll see where I go. ¿Está bien? ¿Por favor? I don't want to be someone you're with because I'm fucked up and you're the good guy that wants to help me. I know that street. It sucks, papi."