Re: Log, Ocean's Eleven, Seven Hills: Sam A & Cris M
Semantics, yeah? Sam was too much about feeling shit to care about words like that, definitions. Or maybe it was just part of being hyper, impulsive, not a thinker. Yeah, ok, she liked this. She liked talking, and she liked spending time, but she liked it mixed in with things that made the body sweat. Sunshine, air, movement, things to see. She was curious, yeah? Voracious about the fucking world, and maybe he didn't get that yet. Too much time going from insanity to insanity, like that was all there was, and no fucking time for living in-between. But that was this shit with Micah, and the anxiety meds kept that shit on the DL right now, and it didn't spike and surface like it normally would.
And she didn't feel like he was pressing her; she'd asked him to come, yeah? She wanted to spend time with him; she liked spending time with him. He made her hot, and he made her forget Neil when they were together, and forgetting years that had ended because of someone else only months earlier? Yeah, that said something. Especially when she'd fallen the fuck apart hard when that shit had shattered. But she wasn't about labels. She wasn't trying to put a name on why she wanted to see him. She only knew that she did.
He said they shouldn't risk it, the kiss, and that was like tossing a challenge in her face. She licked her lips, and she considered, yeah? The room was crowded with polite discomfort, but he wasn't like any of the other visitors. There was no sense of responsibility in the way he sat, sprawled and looking at her mouth. Yeah, no, papi wasn't like these guys with the shiny shoes. And she knew they wouldn't kick her out of here, not with Neil footing the bill. It made her smile a little wider, dangerous maybe, if little girls with thick braids and slipper socks could be dangerous.
She looked down at his hand when the king and queen snicked together, and she leaned way the fuck foward, elbows on the edges of the chessboard and her face near his palm. She made a show of examining the pieces, yeah? Tilt of head this way - tilt of head that way. And then she lifted her gaze, face upturned, and she gave him a look that was hella deliberate innocence with a mouth stained hoyden. "Why is she fucking the villain, papi?"