Re: Log, Ocean's Eleven, Seven Hills: Sam A & Cris M Miss Alexander had forgotten all about the fucking door. Tunnel vision, yeah? And the only thing she knew - bone deep and completely - was that fucking orgasm that was building in her belly. Ready to crash, and it took her longer than it took him to realize what the fuck had just happened. The cruel tweak to her clit was the last thing that really registered, and she moaned for all gathered, not even realizing there was a fucking audience until his hand pulled away completely. Maybe it was the daily dose, and maybe it was just the blown desire in her eyes, but she was slow to fucking move, even when he talked.
His voice was disrespect. It was a barrio boy caught with his pants down in a fucking alley, and it drew the line between him and these people even darker, yeah? His hand on her back guided her, and she went with that same trusting fucking naivete that she did everything, that something that made her fodder for the Micahs of the world, and she was just losing a hint of sway when he reached for his jacket.
He kissed her, and she kissed him back, all the frustration from between her thighs on the bite of her teeth. And Romeo from the hood was such a fucking romantic, and she realized he was made for this passionate disobedience. So fucking different from Neil, declaration and all, and maybe her expression was too hella fond for someone who'd just been a denied a fucking amazing orgasm, yeah?
But security dragged him off, and she shrugged off the fucking orderlies with an, "I can fucking walk, yeah?" She gave Pearls a smug grin, all gapped teeth and fuck you, and maybe this shit would make life harder here, but she doubted it. The fact that the orderlies let go when she barked, it reminded her that she was just money, man, and money talked.
He kicked the king, head held high, and she watched him go from the bathroom door. Cocky son of a bitch, and she was in such fucking trouble with this guy. Then the shrink came, and Sam gave the destroyed chessboard one last look over her shoulder before she was led away for a lecture on promiscuity and nymphomania.