#reply: sam

Taking a long sip of her scotch, she set the tumbler down. “I don’t know what to tell you,” Andrea murmured, her shoulders shrugging the slightest bit. She slumped into her chair some and drummed her nails against the arms of the chair. “Feel free to.. steer the narrative,” She waved a hand.

“This seems like a good place to sit.” She murmured, settling into Sam’s lap and lightly pulling her arm around her waist. They had been kind of seeing one another, but mostly in secret. It was just a way to let out their aggressions. They didn’t cuddle or snuggle. They’d kiss but only in the heat of the moment. This felt more intimate than anything else they’d ever done before. “Is this okay, or do you want me to move?” Andrea asked, twisting a little to look at Sam. “I can move.”

“I told you before, and I will tell you again: I do not want to have this conversation. Not right now,” She explained, taking a healthy step back. Hopefully it put her far enough away from Sam so the other woman wouldn’t return the favor and shove her into the wall as well. But she was also kind of expecting that. It’s kind of just how their relationship went.

“For someone who vehemently insists she isn’t a brat, you’re being awfully bratty today.” She wasn’t nearly as physically strong as Sam was, but she absolutely enjoyed the banter they had. Doing her absolute best, Andrea shoved Sam into the nearest wall, which happened to be in the hallway leading to her bedroom. They’d already eaten, they’d contemplated dessert, and that argument led them here.

“Just because you were a better friend to Lena doesn’t make you better than me as a person, Samantha,” She could feel the biting edge in her voice and she just didn’t think anything of it. She was angry. She was upset. She didn’t care that she was taking all of that emotion out on Sam, using every ounce of her strength to push the other woman against the nearest wall, fingers holding her against it at her shoulders. “I.. have never loved anyone more than I loved Lena, regardless of what I’ve done.”

Her eyes fluttered as the word hit her ears. “Lo siento, ¿estás tratando de pelear conmigo?” Andrea asked, a sharpness in her tone that she didn’t usually bring out. But when that word was tossed around, and after the day she’d had? She wasn’t going to tolerate any of Sam’s bullshit.