Well, since curiosity has been known to kills kitties...
[absolutely grinning around this next sip of whiskey, please don't hit him, he's not sure if he can heal himself yet.
Terrible puns aside, Sam slides his plat to the side to make room for her arm. This is damn awkward considering he still can't look at Kitty without remembering Mickens lifting her up against a wall, but he's a grown-ass man and this is nothing. Just a little experiment. Which involves tongue. ...Right.
Sam wraps a warm hand gently around Kitty's and guides both towards his lips, waggling his brows at her just to try and break the tension. He leans in, looking for a moment like any gentleman kissing a lady's hand, but breaks the illusion the moment his tongue swipes over her injured finger in a small, wet stripe.
All Sam can think is that if this doesn't work, she's never going to let him live this down.]
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[absolutely grinning around this next sip of whiskey, please don't hit him, he's not sure if he can heal himself yet.
Terrible puns aside, Sam slides his plat to the side to make room for her arm. This is damn awkward considering he still can't look at Kitty without remembering Mickens lifting her up against a wall, but he's a grown-ass man and this is nothing. Just a little experiment. Which involves tongue. ...Right.
Sam wraps a warm hand gently around Kitty's and guides both towards his lips, waggling his brows at her just to try and break the tension. He leans in, looking for a moment like any gentleman kissing a lady's hand, but breaks the illusion the moment his tongue swipes over her injured finger in a small, wet stripe.
All Sam can think is that if this doesn't work, she's never going to let him live this down.]