"I just love the way you think. All wicked and evil and stuff." Sam brought his arms around her waist and pulled her close, looking up to allow her access to his neck. His hands slid into her soft, dark tresses and he wound his fingers up in them, gave a slight tug before lightly scratching her scalp with his blunt fingernails.
"'s supposed to be a good movie, you know." He murmured, grinning.