This time? Amber stiffened; that was worse than she'd imagined. It wasn't just a once-only mistake that had received too harsh a penalty; this Marcus was a repeat offender. It certainly didn't say anything good about Marcus, that he couldn't learn from his errors. And what about Eric, and the rest of his family, that-- was there anything they could've done, or was it a hopeless case?
God, she didn't want to think about it. It was too awful, and the more Amber thought, the more she'd want to know. She didn't want to ask Eric anymore, she was tired of this. It was too hairy, too messy, too out of her hands.
If she was confused, she could only imagine how Eric felt. He touched her like porcelain, but the tightness of his body, the way his face pinched, Amber wondered if he didn't want to hold her hard, harder than he'd ever had. But it wasn't her he'd be squeezing, she knew; it'd be all his anger and all his frustrations. Even knowing this, her physical response was spontaneous, rising up into him, heart fluttering at the softness of his kisses. Amber cupped his wind-cold cheeks, kissing back just as gently, heart finding its way up to her throat. "You," she murmured. And then she remembered: the bet. It'd slipped her mind. Which was saying something, because that was one prize she should’ve been eager to collect. "Beyond that, I-- I'll figure it out as we go along." There was nothing specific Amber wanted, just Eric against her, warm and strong and making her feel good. Wanted to hear him purr with pleasure, all because of her. Amber pulled him in for a deeper kiss, pressing herself into him. Oh, how she wanted him, hard and intense enough to drive everything else away.
It was hard to pull away, but she did, slowly, lips separating with a slight wet sound and her hands lingering over his coat as she walked a couple of steps backwards. She then turned to cover the rest of the way to the passenger seat, getting in without a word.
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God, she didn't want to think about it. It was too awful, and the more Amber thought, the more she'd want to know. She didn't want to ask Eric anymore, she was tired of this. It was too hairy, too messy, too out of her hands.
If she was confused, she could only imagine how Eric felt. He touched her like porcelain, but the tightness of his body, the way his face pinched, Amber wondered if he didn't want to hold her hard, harder than he'd ever had. But it wasn't her he'd be squeezing, she knew; it'd be all his anger and all his frustrations. Even knowing this, her physical response was spontaneous, rising up into him, heart fluttering at the softness of his kisses. Amber cupped his wind-cold cheeks, kissing back just as gently, heart finding its way up to her throat. "You," she murmured. And then she remembered: the bet. It'd slipped her mind. Which was saying something, because that was one prize she should’ve been eager to collect. "Beyond that, I-- I'll figure it out as we go along." There was nothing specific Amber wanted, just Eric against her, warm and strong and making her feel good. Wanted to hear him purr with pleasure, all because of her. Amber pulled him in for a deeper kiss, pressing herself into him. Oh, how she wanted him, hard and intense enough to drive everything else away.
It was hard to pull away, but she did, slowly, lips separating with a slight wet sound and her hands lingering over his coat as she walked a couple of steps backwards. She then turned to cover the rest of the way to the passenger seat, getting in without a word.