"As long as it's striped," Amber said, voice lilting with the joke. "Polka dots make my hips look fat." She replied to his leer with an eyebrow raise; from the look of it, the fatness of her thighs was the last thing on his mind. As it should be. What was he imagining? She could ask, but, shoulders raising for a second with sudden excitement, she thought of how much more fun it'd be to find out on the spot, nabbing one of his ties. "I'm sure whichever we pick, House will find my outfit very fetching."
With the unbuckling of her seatbelt and a quick lean over, Amber could claim Eric's lips once more, taking just long enough to press a feather-light kiss on him. She smiled wide. His eyes, brown and shimmering in the lights, were so much prettier up-close. His hand was already in hers, and she squeezed it. "I'll be back soon."
Amber jostled up the stairs, the toes of her shoes scuttling against the gravel and her hands running over the freezing metal banister. Once inside, she found one of the spare overnight bags she kept around for those overnighters at the hospital. Her current job gave her more all-nighters than her previous work, but such long hours were hardly new to her. Zipping around the apartment, she soon collected all she needed: change of clothes, a pair of sandals, makeup kit, shampoo, conditioner, hair dryer, and, with a moment's hesitation, something to sleep in. When was the last time she hadn't slept in the nude, with someone next to her in bed? Amber couldn't even remember.
Fortunately, she caught sight of herself in the mirror before heading back out. Just look at her hair! It was a wonder Eric hadn’t already run screaming. A brush solved that, though, and when she went back out, she verified that he hadn’t fled, screaming or not. She shook her head at the thought; as unimaginably wonderful dating Eric made her feel, it was also digging up some awful insecurities. She did tease (herself more than him), though, as she sat back in the car and shut the door close. “Still here?”
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With the unbuckling of her seatbelt and a quick lean over, Amber could claim Eric's lips once more, taking just long enough to press a feather-light kiss on him. She smiled wide. His eyes, brown and shimmering in the lights, were so much prettier up-close. His hand was already in hers, and she squeezed it. "I'll be back soon."
Amber jostled up the stairs, the toes of her shoes scuttling against the gravel and her hands running over the freezing metal banister. Once inside, she found one of the spare overnight bags she kept around for those overnighters at the hospital. Her current job gave her more all-nighters than her previous work, but such long hours were hardly new to her. Zipping around the apartment, she soon collected all she needed: change of clothes, a pair of sandals, makeup kit, shampoo, conditioner, hair dryer, and, with a moment's hesitation, something to sleep in. When was the last time she hadn't slept in the nude, with someone next to her in bed? Amber couldn't even remember.
Fortunately, she caught sight of herself in the mirror before heading back out. Just look at her hair! It was a wonder Eric hadn’t already run screaming. A brush solved that, though, and when she went back out, she verified that he hadn’t fled, screaming or not. She shook her head at the thought; as unimaginably wonderful dating Eric made her feel, it was also digging up some awful insecurities. She did tease (herself more than him), though, as she sat back in the car and shut the door close. “Still here?”