Re: Venetian penthouse: Sam & Cris
Sam was just hella loyal to the people she loved, and she knew they would never see eye-to-fucking-eye if he wanted to arrest someone from her family or something. And that shit wasn't outside the realm of possibility, because her brothers kept showing up, yeah? Criminals to the last fucking one, and even her friends did bad shit. Fuck, she did all kinds of criminal bullshit, and she'd asked for reassurance that he wasn't going to haul her in that first meeting after Halloween. He was the law, and she didn't trust the law. It had fucked her too many times, yeah? Money could get anyone out, and she'd never had any. Even when Neil's money had gone to lawyers or whatever, shit still sucked because of her record. She was tarnished goods, and the legal system treated her like she was guilty before she even opened her mouth. Yeah, no, so she was careful.
His kisses were normally blazing heat, like standing in front of a fire and feeling the flame warm skin. But his kiss, the one he pressed to her lips in return for hers, it wasn't like that. There was something else there, like truth or whatever, and it didn't do anything to assuage her guilt, but there was something soothing in the acknowledgement. That he knew she was sorry he'd had to go through all the shit he'd gone through, and that he accepted it, the apology, instead of educating her on all the reasons she didn't need to give it. It didn't absolve her, and it didn't make anything better, but it was as honest as laugh lines and tear-stains, yeah?
"When you're angry, your jaw tenses, papi," she told him, her fingers making their way back to his skin after the splash and slosh of water. She didn't notice his glance down at cold-air hardened pink, and she walked her fingers down that muscle that twitched at the slightest displeasure, a beacon proclaiming ire. His lip curled, and her fingers fell away. She watched, and her hand fell into the water with a splash. She didn't ask about the kid again, though she wanted to ask, because family was family. Family would always be family. Her expression turned to confusion at the pet-name, though. "Bugs? Why?" She couldn't make a correlation. No line stringed up between him and the word, and she wondered if he'd talked to Iris before. Once, she remembered vaguely, but that was months ago or whatever, and maybe there was more there than she knew.
Hands fidgeting beneath the water, and she lifted too-thin shoulders without meeting his gaze with her inky blue one. "She's my sister. I love her."