It was almost impossible to breathe, her throat suddenly blocked. It was only words, just a handful at that, but Amber's heart hammered and she could feel her face flush deep. Eric spoke with such tenderness, careful like an archeologist brushing dust off an artifact, that Amber couldn't not believe him. And for a moment she didn't know what to do with herself. So she let him open her coat, kiss her like she was precious; a soft whimper escaped her. And then she was pressing right back into him, parting her lips, taking him in, her hips instinctively rolling towards him.

There was so much-- too much-- between them, and her heels forced her to bend her head to properly meet his mouth. Amber tried to ignore these impediments, the layers that kept their skin from enjoying direct contact from one another; didn't want to stop kissing or holding him. Tried to find enough pleasure just from roaming her palms over him, the back of his neck, the base of his spine. But as she pushed more and more into him, pounding blood demanding proximity, it wasn't nearly enough. With a sound of frustration, but still kissing him lightly, Amber brought her hands to her clothes. Shrugged off coat off so that it fell unceremoniously to the floor, kicked off her heels. Undid her blouse's topmost button, then the next; there Amber stopped, half-opening her eyes. She'd gotten her breathing under control but she was still growing light-headed. Eric was so beautiful. Amber moved just enough to speak, lips brushing against his: "Take my shirt off." Holding his sides, Amber paced backwards towards the desk facing her apartment's entrance. She'd see him better there, the outside light glowing softly through the curtains.