Foreman's smile turned wry at the mention of his high school girlfriend. God, he hadn't thought of Judy in years. She'd been anything but easy. She'd been a challenge. Not unlike Amber. Maybe there was something to that--something he liked. Amber's smile as she nearly petted the little spider made his chest feel tight. Whatever else he'd done wrong, he'd gotten this exactly right, and it felt more than good. Tenderness swept through him at the sight, and he wasn't even willing to put up much of a fight when she boasted about winning the bet. "Lucky," he said, mocking the idea that she'd used any skill to win. A tiny hint of uncertainty ran under his skin, not quite a shiver. Whatever it was, it'd probably be creative, something new. But Foreman felt easy enough with that idea. After all the arguments they'd had, he had no problem telling her, now, if it wasn't working for him. More than anything, he could feel anticipation building up, making him more aware of Amber, of the time ticking away before they actually reached that part of the evening. Whatever rides and games they did later, it would all be foreplay of a sort, just because he'd be thinking about what she might demand of him, and just how good it would be.
Amber stepped away from him, back to the booth for long enough to start terrorizing the attendant. Now that there was no hint of flirtation in her voice, or in the guy's response, Foreman felt easier watching. It wasn't like how Amber got in restaurants, making a fuss for no better reason than things weren't up to her standard. This time, they'd been cheated and they both knew it. If Amber wanted to terrorize the guy into giving them better prizes, Foreman wasn't going to interfere, even if he couldn't see the reason behind it. Like he'd said earlier, they could get better stuffed animals for the "sick kids" Amber was going on about with fifty bucks at a toy store. He didn't see the reason to intimidate any out of some carnival worker. Still, he accepted the mauve thing Amber thrust into his arm with little more than a disdainful snort for the idea that it might resemble any animal on Earth. "Ladies gave knights kerchiefs as a mark of their favour," he said. "Not..." He tried to find the words to describe the thing she'd handed him. "Mutant giraffes."
He was happy enough to get them some food, though. When Amber took his arm, he wrapped his fingers around hers, to help them both warm up. "Coffee," he said. "And corndogs." It had been years since he'd intentionally chosen deep-fried anything as his main meal. But with the scent of donuts and fried batter lingering in the air, the craving was stronger than he'd expected. He steered Amber toward the nearest food booth. Leaning in, to test his idea that her mind was probably working along the same lines as his, he whispered near her ear, "I'll save room for dessert in case you want me to eat it off you."
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Amber stepped away from him, back to the booth for long enough to start terrorizing the attendant. Now that there was no hint of flirtation in her voice, or in the guy's response, Foreman felt easier watching. It wasn't like how Amber got in restaurants, making a fuss for no better reason than things weren't up to her standard. This time, they'd been cheated and they both knew it. If Amber wanted to terrorize the guy into giving them better prizes, Foreman wasn't going to interfere, even if he couldn't see the reason behind it. Like he'd said earlier, they could get better stuffed animals for the "sick kids" Amber was going on about with fifty bucks at a toy store. He didn't see the reason to intimidate any out of some carnival worker. Still, he accepted the mauve thing Amber thrust into his arm with little more than a disdainful snort for the idea that it might resemble any animal on Earth. "Ladies gave knights kerchiefs as a mark of their favour," he said. "Not..." He tried to find the words to describe the thing she'd handed him. "Mutant giraffes."
He was happy enough to get them some food, though. When Amber took his arm, he wrapped his fingers around hers, to help them both warm up. "Coffee," he said. "And corndogs." It had been years since he'd intentionally chosen deep-fried anything as his main meal. But with the scent of donuts and fried batter lingering in the air, the craving was stronger than he'd expected. He steered Amber toward the nearest food booth. Leaning in, to test his idea that her mind was probably working along the same lines as his, he whispered near her ear, "I'll save room for dessert in case you want me to eat it off you."