McNally changes tactics, too. "Who says I changed my mind?" she counters bossily, a smart little twist of her mouth. "Maybe I just came over to almost-but-not kiss you some more."
Seriously, this girl. "Yeah, well." Sam snorts (he earned that one, he guesses); gets closer. "You're good at that."
"I'm great at that," Andy corrects automatically. She's holding her ground, not leaning one way or the other. She smells like body spray and skin.
"Mm." He nods--eyebrows up, patient. "You're doin' it right now."
Andy huffs a little. "I thought about you, okay?" she says finally, and the way she's so annoyed, it's--yeah. "Is that what you want to hear? I thought about you, and I didn't want you to go and do that stupid thing with Boyd. Who, I would like to add, I always knew was a creep, so. "
So.
"Yeah," he tells her, nodding a bit (and god, he really, really needs to quit smiling). "That's basically what I wanted to hear."
"Well," Andy says snottily. "Good for you."
"Good for me." Sam waits until he's got his chest right up against hers, until he can feel her warm breath on his lips--then pulls back, all at once. "Okay," he says, strictly business--almost, but not. "Pancakes."
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Date: 2011-09-12 11:48 pm (UTC)Seriously, this girl. "Yeah, well." Sam snorts (he earned that one, he guesses); gets closer. "You're good at that."
"I'm great at that," Andy corrects automatically. She's holding her ground, not leaning one way or the other. She smells like body spray and skin.
"Mm." He nods--eyebrows up, patient. "You're doin' it right now."
Andy huffs a little. "I thought about you, okay?" she says finally, and the way she's so annoyed, it's--yeah. "Is that what you want to hear? I thought about you, and I didn't want you to go and do that stupid thing with Boyd. Who, I would like to add, I always knew was a creep, so. "
So.
"Yeah," he tells her, nodding a bit (and god, he really, really needs to quit smiling). "That's basically what I wanted to hear."
"Well," Andy says snottily. "Good for you."
"Good for me." Sam waits until he's got his chest right up against hers, until he can feel her warm breath on his lips--then pulls back, all at once. "Okay," he says, strictly business--almost, but not. "Pancakes."