Pairing: cleanbc / sam42
It's starts as a game, it's always a game isn't it? A few snarky remarks combined the mischevious glint of an eye can be a game worth playing at the end of the night.
A cloud of smoke hovers over a light bulb in a questionable kitchen. The light flickers once in a while. Sam leans against the island in the middle of a small, dim kitchen, eyes closed, letting the psychedelic guitar licks of 'Tomorrow Never Knows' fill her ear and melt her thoughts...She swayed, unconciously. Somewhere along this hour, or hours... time was lost, she relaxed and felt comfortable in her black silk bra. Someone was with her. Someone had joined her floating down the river..
Sharp intake of breath, pause, exhale.
"Here." Sam opened her eyes, to a joint being passed back to her. Colleen sat near the kitchen sink, arm outstreched, melancholy. The mix of yellow smoke and light gave a surreal glowing effect. Sam took a last toke and set it in the ashtray.
"Is this real..? This...place? " Colleen looked up at nothing in particular, contemplating her own question.
"I don't know. But I like it."
"I feel like..." Coll jumped off the sink, "dancing."
"I would love to." Sam stepped forward as did Colleen. They swayed for a bit looking down before they locked eyes. Slowly...swaying.... arms carresing... Sam traced her index finger down Coll's arm... Coll traced hers around Sam's breast flowing down to her navel. She grabbed Sam's pants and tugged forward. Their cheeks touched, and they just rubbed agaisnt each other, enjoying the warmth and soft carress. It was all moving perfectly slow. Sam placed her hands on Coll's waist, moving her thumbs in circles.
"It's not getting to me." Sam whispered in Coll's ear. "What else do you got?" Colleen smirked as her eyes darted to the kitchen knifes behind Sam. She picked one up.
"I'm going to kill you." She moved in close to Sam's lips, licking her own.
"Run." Sam smiled playfully and pulled back, grabbed her bra straps and sliding them down. She pointed to the crook of her neck.
"Right, there." Colleen took the butcher knife in her hand and held it against Sam's neck. Sam didn't move.
"What if I do it..?" Coll dragged the knife down, the cold steal causing goosebumps on Sam's skin. She dragged it down across one breast, leaving a small red trail. No blood, just a trail. Lower. Lower, to the right side of her belly button. Colleen's eyes looked up at Sam's.
"Turn off your mind , relax and float down stream....." Sam sang softly. Colleen snorted and moved quickly, giving a small sweet kiss on the lips, then Sam's nose, then the lips again. The knife in between them threatening something, but it didn't really matter, you know?