[8.1] Promise
"Promise?" he says, fingers pressing into the hollow of her collarbone. She can feel the laughter fighting against his ribs and she tilts her head slightly, feeling his hair brush across her forehead before she raises her eyebrows at him.
The laughter bubbles up slowly, a couple of chuckles that push his ribs into her back before he's laughing and she can feel him shaking and she'd much rather be in the other room, but his arm is across her shoulders and his other is across her waist and she's strong, but for the time being, he's stronger.
Promise to kick your ass when I feel like moving again, she thinks. It's futile really, she won't and they both know it, so she keeps it to herself. She's not like that anyway, the abusive lover is Jo's gig and Sam's got the lock on pulling dirty nasty guns on her.
"The day you pull the trigger," she replies instead, cutting off his laughter. She's pleased with the momentary silence, before the sound on his hand running down her side disrupts it. She's amenable to those kinds of interruptions. The pleasure isn't lost.
His breath is warm and damp on her neck and she closes her eyes, letting herself be vulnerable for a moment before they open again. "Oh I promise," he says, the words like smooth honey. She doesn't believe him, but she smiles like she does.
The laughter bubbles up slowly, a couple of chuckles that push his ribs into her back before he's laughing and she can feel him shaking and she'd much rather be in the other room, but his arm is across her shoulders and his other is across her waist and she's strong, but for the time being, he's stronger.
Promise to kick your ass when I feel like moving again, she thinks. It's futile really, she won't and they both know it, so she keeps it to herself. She's not like that anyway, the abusive lover is Jo's gig and Sam's got the lock on pulling dirty nasty guns on her.
"The day you pull the trigger," she replies instead, cutting off his laughter. She's pleased with the momentary silence, before the sound on his hand running down her side disrupts it. She's amenable to those kinds of interruptions. The pleasure isn't lost.
His breath is warm and damp on her neck and she closes her eyes, letting herself be vulnerable for a moment before they open again. "Oh I promise," he says, the words like smooth honey. She doesn't believe him, but she smiles like she does.