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This was probably a bad idea.
Somewhere, buried deep under alcohol and the strange surge of feelings that had hit somewhere in the middle of 'Almost Paradise' and refused to subside and good old-fashioned lust, Sam was aware of that. The only problem was, between the above factors, the fact that apathy was something he excelled in on a good day (and this was not a good day, though it was steadily improving), and the way it felt to have Erica's mouth and tiny body pressed against his, he really, really didn't care. She'd made first contact back at the Hub, even if he was the one who'd suggested they take off, she was as guilty in this as he was, and anyway, why should be object to an increasing probability of getting laid? He'd never been renowned for his good judgment in the first place, preferring an act first and think later method that typically worked pretty well for him. Given that she was here now, it seemed to be doing so again.
"God, you're short," he laughed against her mouth, teeth catching briefly on her lower lip. Ordinarily, their height difference didn't seem like a big deal, but when her back was pressed to the wall beside his front door and he had to keep his head ducked low to continue making out with her, the foot he had on her seemed like a lot. Not that he was going to let it interfere. "And hot."
Somewhere, buried deep under alcohol and the strange surge of feelings that had hit somewhere in the middle of 'Almost Paradise' and refused to subside and good old-fashioned lust, Sam was aware of that. The only problem was, between the above factors, the fact that apathy was something he excelled in on a good day (and this was not a good day, though it was steadily improving), and the way it felt to have Erica's mouth and tiny body pressed against his, he really, really didn't care. She'd made first contact back at the Hub, even if he was the one who'd suggested they take off, she was as guilty in this as he was, and anyway, why should be object to an increasing probability of getting laid? He'd never been renowned for his good judgment in the first place, preferring an act first and think later method that typically worked pretty well for him. Given that she was here now, it seemed to be doing so again.
"God, you're short," he laughed against her mouth, teeth catching briefly on her lower lip. Ordinarily, their height difference didn't seem like a big deal, but when her back was pressed to the wall beside his front door and he had to keep his head ducked low to continue making out with her, the foot he had on her seemed like a lot. Not that he was going to let it interfere. "And hot."
