You aren't sure what to say at the moment, or what Sam is going to say. An awkward silence hangs between you for what seems like an eternity.
"It's been over ten years since you tickled me like that," Sam says quietly.
You shrug. "I was bigger than you than."
Sam glances at you timidly. "I missed it, I think. As much as I hated it at the time. I think I missed you being by big brother, and being helpless for a little while."
You don't know what to say to that, although you feel a curious feeling rising in your chest.
Sam's voice gets even more quiet. "I think I came, right there at the end of it."
You certainly don't know what to say to that. You don't have to, because Sam keeps on talking.
"It was when I said 'I give up'. When I gave up... I wasn't just giving up the fight to you. I was giving up the fight against myself, and against my sexuality. Against the barriers I've put up between myself and men, and relationships."
Sam moves onto her hands and knees, and slowly moves over to you, holding out her hand to you.
"I don't want to fight any of those things anymore. I want you to be that guy who I lose control with, be it laughing or crying or sexually. I'm yours now, and not just because you won the fight. Just tell me where we go from here." |