Sam shifts around underneath her a bit, trying to get comfortable (she's not heavy, exactly, but she's sharp, all knees and tailbone, those skinny hips). He's trying to do it without her noticing, but: "Whoops. Sorry," she says again. She eases out of his lap and lays back, one arm up to pillow her head on (which--off him wasn't exactly where he wanted her to go, but this view is--not bad). She flinches a little when her bare skin hits the tile.
"McNally," he says, smiling a little. "You wanna move someplace that isn't the cold floor?"
"Whatever." Andy shrugs, plants one foot against his chest. "I'm happy here."
Well, then. Sam's happy here too, to tell you the truth; still, for appearance's sake: "Weirdo."
"You are." Andy reaches out and picks the picture of Sarah up off the floor--glances at it for a second, then back at Sam. "She looks like girl you," she says.
Sam snorts. "She'd love to hear that, I'm sure."
"No, she's pretty," Andy says decisively, and if she thinks half-naked on the kitchen tile is a weird venue for a talk about his sister she doesn't show it. "She's, you know. Like. Striking."
Sam's lips twitch. "Striking, huh?" He tugs at the ankle of her jeans until Andy gets the message, lifts her hips to help him out. "That what I am?"
"Shut up. What's your family like?" she asks, as he gets them all the way off her (and, uh. McNally in her underwear on his kitchen floor, legs spread--that's. Something). "Your mom and dad."
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FRANKLY THERE'S A LOT OF SHIT I WASN'T INTO UNTIL SAM SWAREK STARTED DOING IT IN MY BRAIN.
Date: 2011-09-16 08:15 pm (UTC)"McNally," he says, smiling a little. "You wanna move someplace that isn't the cold floor?"
"Whatever." Andy shrugs, plants one foot against his chest. "I'm happy here."
Well, then. Sam's happy here too, to tell you the truth; still, for appearance's sake: "Weirdo."
"You are." Andy reaches out and picks the picture of Sarah up off the floor--glances at it for a second, then back at Sam. "She looks like girl you," she says.
Sam snorts. "She'd love to hear that, I'm sure."
"No, she's pretty," Andy says decisively, and if she thinks half-naked on the kitchen tile is a weird venue for a talk about his sister she doesn't show it. "She's, you know. Like. Striking."
Sam's lips twitch. "Striking, huh?" He tugs at the ankle of her jeans until Andy gets the message, lifts her hips to help him out. "That what I am?"
"Shut up. What's your family like?" she asks, as he gets them all the way off her (and, uh. McNally in her underwear on his kitchen floor, legs spread--that's. Something). "Your mom and dad."