Bubbling. That was the first word that came to mind when Amber spotted Eric, for contentment shone from his radiant grin, lighting up his whole face. Amber's own smile widened as his gaze followed her as she reached his side, sitting down without moving her chair away from his. She felt good again. Wanted to be by his side. The complications, she'd leave them later. For now, she couldn't resist being happy with him.
"Did you think they'd call the police on us?" Amber asked lightly. "I've done this a few times, and the worst that ever happened was that I got kicked out of a bar. And got called a few names." She poured herself and Eric more wine, the dark liquid swirling quietly into their glasses.
She glanced to where Eric was looking. The woman cast them a look their way as well, perhaps noticing she was being observed, but quickly averted any eye contact. Had she turned red? "You men are all the same," Amber replied, but with no malice, only good humor. "You'd like it if she'd been watching me, wouldn't you." Amber wasn't against sleeping with women; she refused to limit out anything that might bring her pleasure. She'd had sex with a few, mostly as a part of threesomes. With multiple partners, as long as it was just sex with other bodies, it hadn't mattered; it was just a different way of having fun. Yet-- something visceral and tight clenched around her throat, choking Amber for a second. She reached for her wine, sipping at it to quell her sudden outburst of emotion.
Threesomes were fine and all, but she wouldn't be suggesting them to Eric. Almost anything else she'd be up for, but not that. Eric wasn't-- she wouldn't share. And here was one more thing to consider when she had a moment to herself. For now, she raised an eyebrow at Eric. "But she stopped looking, which isn't very flattering. I hope she wasn't watching either one of us."
The food, though limp, smelled fantastic. She must be hungry. Amber grinned at the waiter. "No thanks, we're... satisfied." She then ravenously cut into her chicken, dying to eat.
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"Did you think they'd call the police on us?" Amber asked lightly. "I've done this a few times, and the worst that ever happened was that I got kicked out of a bar. And got called a few names." She poured herself and Eric more wine, the dark liquid swirling quietly into their glasses.
She glanced to where Eric was looking. The woman cast them a look their way as well, perhaps noticing she was being observed, but quickly averted any eye contact. Had she turned red? "You men are all the same," Amber replied, but with no malice, only good humor. "You'd like it if she'd been watching me, wouldn't you." Amber wasn't against sleeping with women; she refused to limit out anything that might bring her pleasure. She'd had sex with a few, mostly as a part of threesomes. With multiple partners, as long as it was just sex with other bodies, it hadn't mattered; it was just a different way of having fun. Yet-- something visceral and tight clenched around her throat, choking Amber for a second. She reached for her wine, sipping at it to quell her sudden outburst of emotion.
Threesomes were fine and all, but she wouldn't be suggesting them to Eric. Almost anything else she'd be up for, but not that. Eric wasn't-- she wouldn't share. And here was one more thing to consider when she had a moment to herself. For now, she raised an eyebrow at Eric. "But she stopped looking, which isn't very flattering. I hope she wasn't watching either one of us."
The food, though limp, smelled fantastic. She must be hungry. Amber grinned at the waiter. "No thanks, we're... satisfied." She then ravenously cut into her chicken, dying to eat.