Re: Log, Ocean's Eleven, Seven Hills: Sam A & Cris M
Sam didn't expect Cris to need all that much willpower, yeah? Ok, maybe he'd gotten through to her a little, made her realize he wanted her, and that was hard-won after years of nearly-reluctant bullshit. But, yeah, she didn't think it was that bad or anything. She was wearing fucking rich-chick scrubs, and her hair was in a milquetoast braid, and the room was filled with insanity. Surely insanity was a fucking turn off.
So, yeah, no, she didn't get it the way the people around them maybe did. But she liked the pressure and weight of his finger in her mouth, and she had no idea why the fuck she would like something like that, but she did. She sucked harder, and it wasn't about making him react; she just wanted to. That showed, yeah? Honesty on her features, and she was an open fucking book that she wanted him to read.
She reluctantly let his finger slip past her lips, spit and she opened her mouth wider for him when he drew saliva against her teeth. And maybe kissing her was a bad idea, because she was shit at control. Even on a good fucking day, she was shit at control. The way he kept himself in check frustrated her, and she made a sound of protest when he drew away too fucking fast, before she could really even get into it.
She blinked like three fucking times, focus catching up slow, and he was talking, yeah? She had to translate the words hard in her mind, because fuck if she could do it without effort just then. She narrowed her eyes a little when he posed his question, and she looked around to see if any orderlies were around. Fuck it; there wasn't much time left anyway, and it wasn't like she was still going to be here after Valentine's, yeah? Wherever Micah took her, it wouldn't be here, and Neil could smooth whatever the fuck over with money if he needed to.
But that shit seriously flitted through her mind in like two seconds, nothing more than that.
All it took was a slide of knee to crawl onto the table, onto the chessboard, the king's court going all the fuck over the green tile, and that served him right for being a villain, yeah? Her other knee followed suit, and her fingers were in his hair a second later. She kissed him this time, and fuck that controlled shit. Spit and clash of teeh, her mouth angled over his like she was driving this fucking car. Fingers tight in his hair, and the only young thing about it was the whine when she dragged her tongue against the seam of his lips, begging him to open up for her, yeah?