Sam collects her ankles in his lap, long toes and gold polish chipping most of the way off. She's got pretty banged-up feet, McNally, like she maybe played high-impact sports all through high school. He thumbs the line of her arch, imagines her in court shoes. "I don't--normal, I guess." Only they weren't, not really, not after Sarah-- "Quiet." A whole minefield of silence, Sam's childhood.
"Quiet." Thoughtful, like she's mulling it over. Then: "What were you like as a kid?" She wiggles a foot out of his hold, gets it back up on his chest; pushes a bit on the you.
Sam grins. "Shorter."
"Hilarious." She cocks her head. "Mmm. I bet you were real serious."
She's not wrong. Still--"I bet you were annoying." He rests her other foot on his collarbone, pulls her toward him a little--and then hey, why not, might as well go for broke. The backs of her knees are cold against his shoulders. "I bet your report cards always said 'Andy is learner to be a better listener'."
"Shut up." She's got her bottom lip caught between her teeth again and yeah, Sam can see it, the tomboy all grown up and sexy. Skinny, for sure. Perpetually falling out of trees.
He kisses the pale strip of skin above her underwear. "I bet you were very pretty." He looks up and finds her looking back hard--which, right, of course, it's the first time he's ever said anything about her looks one way or the other. So.
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Date: 2011-09-17 03:09 am (UTC)"Quiet." Thoughtful, like she's mulling it over. Then: "What were you like as a kid?" She wiggles a foot out of his hold, gets it back up on his chest; pushes a bit on the you.
Sam grins. "Shorter."
"Hilarious." She cocks her head. "Mmm. I bet you were real serious."
She's not wrong. Still--"I bet you were annoying." He rests her other foot on his collarbone, pulls her toward him a little--and then hey, why not, might as well go for broke. The backs of her knees are cold against his shoulders. "I bet your report cards always said 'Andy is learner to be a better listener'."
"Shut up." She's got her bottom lip caught between her teeth again and yeah, Sam can see it, the tomboy all grown up and sexy. Skinny, for sure. Perpetually falling out of trees.
He kisses the pale strip of skin above her underwear. "I bet you were very pretty." He looks up and finds her looking back hard--which, right, of course, it's the first time he's ever said anything about her looks one way or the other. So.