Amber blinked at the darkness, her pupils contracted. The bathroom bulbs shed some light into the room, indicating its general form and furniture. Eric was only a dark shape on the bed; she couldn't make out his expression. But he greeted her tenderly, and Amber's rushing relief was tangible, as if a tight grip over her organs had just eased.
She hadn't realized until now how worried she'd been.
"Hey," Amber replied, echoing his tone as well as word-choice. She flicked the lights off and, now blind, walked slowly towards the bed. Her shin brushed against the bed frame when she'd guessed it would, and she then climbed in, knees first. From the mattress' tension she knew where Eric was and lowered herself next to him. If the soap had reminded her of him, now his scent was vivid and inescapable. Amber breathed in deep, drawn in by it, but wary as well. Her heart rate was rising again and she wasn't sure why. Was it arousal, her body unable to keep from responding sexually to his? Or perhaps it was just plain old dread that he wouldn't relax into her as she wrapped an arm around his torso, that he'd stiffen as she sank her head in the pillow besides his.
One thing she knew for sure, though. She felt in the relative coolness of his skin, the slackness of his muscles. "You took care of yourself. Good." Amber smiled. He might've been too proud, not wanting to bring himself off as if it were some kind of shame to masturbate, especially with a woman so near. But he must’ve come already, if he as this unwound. It was one less concern, that he wouldn't spend the night aching with blocked orgasm.
With her eyes adjusting to the darkness, she started to be able to make out details. The planes of his cheeks, the dip between his mouth and chin. Amber's lips parted. She wanted to kiss him. Not to get off, because she wouldn't. Just to hold him. Be with him. But she wanted to test his reaction, first, see if he was amenable to cuddling. "I had a good time tonight," she said, lightly stroking his sternum. "Even if things did get weird." Her nightgown and his sheets both were invitingly smooth, as was Eric’s heat. Amber felt well here. In good hands. If he took her sudden mood reversal this positively, maybe she really could trust him. Maybe he could handle her peculiarities. She’d screwed up big-time and yet he hadn’t turned away; that told her more than words ever could.
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She hadn't realized until now how worried she'd been.
"Hey," Amber replied, echoing his tone as well as word-choice. She flicked the lights off and, now blind, walked slowly towards the bed. Her shin brushed against the bed frame when she'd guessed it would, and she then climbed in, knees first. From the mattress' tension she knew where Eric was and lowered herself next to him. If the soap had reminded her of him, now his scent was vivid and inescapable. Amber breathed in deep, drawn in by it, but wary as well. Her heart rate was rising again and she wasn't sure why. Was it arousal, her body unable to keep from responding sexually to his? Or perhaps it was just plain old dread that he wouldn't relax into her as she wrapped an arm around his torso, that he'd stiffen as she sank her head in the pillow besides his.
One thing she knew for sure, though. She felt in the relative coolness of his skin, the slackness of his muscles. "You took care of yourself. Good." Amber smiled. He might've been too proud, not wanting to bring himself off as if it were some kind of shame to masturbate, especially with a woman so near. But he must’ve come already, if he as this unwound. It was one less concern, that he wouldn't spend the night aching with blocked orgasm.
With her eyes adjusting to the darkness, she started to be able to make out details. The planes of his cheeks, the dip between his mouth and chin. Amber's lips parted. She wanted to kiss him. Not to get off, because she wouldn't. Just to hold him. Be with him. But she wanted to test his reaction, first, see if he was amenable to cuddling. "I had a good time tonight," she said, lightly stroking his sternum. "Even if things did get weird." Her nightgown and his sheets both were invitingly smooth, as was Eric’s heat. Amber felt well here. In good hands. If he took her sudden mood reversal this positively, maybe she really could trust him. Maybe he could handle her peculiarities. She’d screwed up big-time and yet he hadn’t turned away; that told her more than words ever could.