what a wicked thing to do, to make me dream of you

[mycursedface]

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[necessary_child]

"Mmf."

Eloquent Sam is Eloquent.

Eloquent Sam is dropping the sword with a clatter and kissing her back, hands just a little rough against her skin, running along her sides and over her back.

[mycursedface]

Thank you, the snakes whisper because Medusa is thinking it, thinking nothing but it as one arm goes around his neck.

Although, on the other hand, thinking is overrated.

[necessary_child]

Sam decides, very quickly, not to bother asking questions, just slides his hands up her arms to her bare shoulders, working on the knot of her halterneck.

He figures she'll tell him to stop when she wants him to.

[mycursedface]

Her snakes possibly don't help. There is the thought to move out of the way, to help, and then there is the thought of warm hands, Sam's hands. So, what Sam gets even Medusa kisses him is a couple of her snakes sliding against his hands.