[ He smiles through the sharpness of her bite, taking a pull straight from the bottle before pouring out the next shot. Hollow of Sam's throat and down the line of his sternum- down to the hollow of his navel since that's the game. Voice soft and smokey as sweet tea and whiskey he murmurs into Sam's ear. ]
Now don't move, alright? You'll spill the tequila.
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[ He smiles through the sharpness of her bite, taking a pull straight from the bottle before pouring out the next shot. Hollow of Sam's throat and down the line of his sternum- down to the hollow of his navel since that's the game. Voice soft and smokey as sweet tea and whiskey he murmurs into Sam's ear. ]
Now don't move, alright? You'll spill the tequila.