"I will get your cupcakes," he replied with confidence. "It might just take a very long time." He left the comment about all the girls where it was. There was absolutely no need to spoil their night with tales of his exploits.
Having his hands on her feet had to count for some kind of foreplay. It certainly meant he was making progress. He let Sunny pull him to a reasonably comfortable spot and plopped down. He tucked one of her feet in his lap and took the other in his hands. "This would go better with lotion," he mused as he began rubbing along the arch, his fingers pressing down on all the knots her high heels created.
"Nah," she said simply with a little smirk of her own.
Sunny sighed contentedly and leaned back as Stasi rubbed her feet. "I should think about wearing more sensible footwear but heels are so cute," she laughed brightly. "Foot rubs for the win."
He opted not to comment on her flat out denial either. Eventually she'd give in to him. She wouldn't be sticking around and putting up with his shit if she wasn't in it for something more. He pushed that line of thinking right out of his head. Her something more probably differed drastically from his and there was no use sitting around and thinking about it.
He switched feet and rubbed a little more gruffly. "You spend your time with me. There is not a sensible brain cell in your head."
She grinned at him mischievously. "Stop being so mean to yourself and to my sensibilities," she quipped. "There are sensible reasons to hang out with you," she would think of them. She certainly would, but she had a bit too much tequila for thinking.
"I can be as mean to myself as I like," he growled, but it was non-committal at best. He pushed both of her feet off his lap and laid back on the patchy grass to peer at the stars that shivered between the trees.
"There is no good reason," he added turning his head just enough to offer her a sassy look. She'd argue with him and then either kiss him or slap him. He wasn't opposed to either at this point.
Sunny frowned at him. "Well I think that's just plain silly." After thinking about it for a second she laid on the ground next to him using his chest as her pillow. It was the closest she would get to him without freaking out. She was quiet for a moment or two just listening to his heart beat in his chest.
"Chamoco," she said gently. "You're wrong again. One, that was an amazing foot rub and two, you make a most excellent pillow. There's more, I'll think of it but my head it fuzzy."
"How did I get the honor of becoming your pillow?" He liked the weight of her head on his chest. He always loved the feeling of a body pressed on his. This wasn't the hot and passionate sort of contact, but he didn't mind. Sunny's hair felt soft and she was at ease with him this way. She wasn't in the throes of some flight or fight response considering how drunk she was and how easy it would be for him to create that kind of situation.
He let one hand come to rest on her arm and very gently squeeze. His other hand was busy in her hair, delicately running in between strands. My little sunshine, he said in Russian, you trust me too easily.
She giggled easily. Sunny wouldn't readily admit how comfortable she was with Stasi like that. He could easily ruin it with one of his many tactics but she loved these moments of complete trust with him. "Because you're just so cute," she let her hand come to rest on his stomach and sighed.
"There you go again," she said. "Spouting off nicknames in Russian," she would have been lying if she said she didn't love it though. "You're fortunate you have a nice voice, otherwise I might not let you get away with it."
Oh the giggles on his chest were nice. The sound vibrated around in between his ribs and left his chest feeling full. He didn't reply, content to enjoy her company and the sound of her laughter.
It was his turn to laugh as she teased him about his Russian. "I am told it is my best quality. You could listen to me read the classifieds."
It was good to hear him laugh, she even tried to sneak a peak of that elusive smile. She sighed happily and let her head rest again. "The classifieds never sounded so good Stasi," she laughed again. "And the classifieds would be better than some of the things that come out of your mouth," she said still teasing.
"There would be less things coming out of my mouth if you simply put your tongue in it," he challenged. He propped himself up on his elbows, daring her to keep her head where it was. Or better yet to move it altogether and kiss him.
Of course he had to go and ruin it with that little gem. She sat up and pouted at him. "Real nice Anastas, you're so charming," she rolled her eyes at him. She couldn't help but think about his proposition though, she was pretty made at herself for even thinking it.
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