Amber didn't want to leave Eric's side, not even for a second. It frightened her, this clinginess; what, did she think he'd disappear if she took her eyes off him? Ridiculous. But she wanted him near and immediate. As long as he was here, just himself, she wouldn't have to think of him in any other way. She wouldn't think of his brother or how his imprisonment reflected on Eric.
But reluctantly she let his hand and the rest of him go, getting up. Amber waited for Eric to gather up his things, stuffing her hands into her coat pockets to keep what warmth she could from bleeding out into the cold night air. She looked up at her apartment and the clouds of her frozen breath. The lights of her downstairs neighbor, the cranky veteran asshole, were off; with any luck, he'd be out and wouldn't complain about her late-hour noises. Or maybe he was asleep and would bang at his ceiling with a broom to shut them up. The younger couple that lived on the same floor as her was in; she could tell by the reflection of the television against their window.
Amber was glad to be back on her own turf. And it was only right, since tonight she got to lead, no questions asked. Her word would be law. A wave of heat passed over her at the thought, her shoulders squaring with anticipation. She could use a good fuck, but then again, when wasn't that the case? It just had to be done in a way that'd leave him wild, desperate for more. Yes. That. Like their first night together, when he'd lost patience and flipped her over, or in the restaurant bathroom yesterday, when he'd let his lust override his sense of shame. Amber didn't care about the how, as long as she got Eric over the edge.
He was so quiet as he pulled his stuff out, as if he were concentrating on far harder a task. Tonight would for him, too, letting him let go, letting him forget. Amber wanted to give that escape to him. Wanted him to escape into her. Once he was done, Amber nodded at him and went up the stairs, unlocking the doors to both the building and her own apartment. Alone, they could do anything.
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But reluctantly she let his hand and the rest of him go, getting up. Amber waited for Eric to gather up his things, stuffing her hands into her coat pockets to keep what warmth she could from bleeding out into the cold night air. She looked up at her apartment and the clouds of her frozen breath. The lights of her downstairs neighbor, the cranky veteran asshole, were off; with any luck, he'd be out and wouldn't complain about her late-hour noises. Or maybe he was asleep and would bang at his ceiling with a broom to shut them up. The younger couple that lived on the same floor as her was in; she could tell by the reflection of the television against their window.
Amber was glad to be back on her own turf. And it was only right, since tonight she got to lead, no questions asked. Her word would be law. A wave of heat passed over her at the thought, her shoulders squaring with anticipation. She could use a good fuck, but then again, when wasn't that the case? It just had to be done in a way that'd leave him wild, desperate for more. Yes. That. Like their first night together, when he'd lost patience and flipped her over, or in the restaurant bathroom yesterday, when he'd let his lust override his sense of shame. Amber didn't care about the how, as long as she got Eric over the edge.
He was so quiet as he pulled his stuff out, as if he were concentrating on far harder a task. Tonight would for him, too, letting him let go, letting him forget. Amber wanted to give that escape to him. Wanted him to escape into her. Once he was done, Amber nodded at him and went up the stairs, unlocking the doors to both the building and her own apartment. Alone, they could do anything.