Under the covers, with Amber pressed against him, Foreman already felt warmer. He'd meant to comfort her, but it was working on him as well. Proximity. Easiness. He ran his hand down her spine, then back up, a quiet, soothing stroking. He could feel her breasts against his chest, her breath on his lips, and in other circumstances, it would be arousing; for now, he simply drifted on the good feeling of having her close. And then closer, when she entwined their legs, and answered his strokes with ones of her own, over his hip. Foreman was still waiting for her to answer his question, or he might have curved his hand over her ass and pulled her even closer, until her pubic hair brushed his stomach. It was an idle thought, but one that heated his body even more than their shared body heat did.
He smiled slightly, taking Amber's answer as an apology of sorts. If he was good, that meant it couldn't have been entirely his fault, whatever had made her so upset. He was about to say something, tease, maybe ask her for an answer outside of this room, if he was the only good thing she could think of when he was this close, but then he felt her shift. Her breath came closer, until he could feel the aura of her, the warmth of her lips were so close to his. His mouth opened slightly, parting his lips in anticipation, and a second later Amber brushed a barely-there kiss across them. Foreman's breath hitched lightly when her tongue followed, a flick that wetted his lips and made his heart pound.
He wasn't going to assume. Fuck, that really would get him into trouble. At this point, it seemed like saying anything would. Amber's face was still close; there was the softest glow around her silhouette, light from the doorway and the curtained window catching in her hair. Foreman lifted his head and answered her kiss, the feather-light pressure, the momentary length. His arm was still around her, and Foreman slipped his palm down to her ass, the way he'd fantasized, and drew her the last half-inch closer. After that, the next move would have to come from her.
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He smiled slightly, taking Amber's answer as an apology of sorts. If he was good, that meant it couldn't have been entirely his fault, whatever had made her so upset. He was about to say something, tease, maybe ask her for an answer outside of this room, if he was the only good thing she could think of when he was this close, but then he felt her shift. Her breath came closer, until he could feel the aura of her, the warmth of her lips were so close to his. His mouth opened slightly, parting his lips in anticipation, and a second later Amber brushed a barely-there kiss across them. Foreman's breath hitched lightly when her tongue followed, a flick that wetted his lips and made his heart pound.
He wasn't going to assume. Fuck, that really would get him into trouble. At this point, it seemed like saying anything would. Amber's face was still close; there was the softest glow around her silhouette, light from the doorway and the curtained window catching in her hair. Foreman lifted his head and answered her kiss, the feather-light pressure, the momentary length. His arm was still around her, and Foreman slipped his palm down to her ass, the way he'd fantasized, and drew her the last half-inch closer. After that, the next move would have to come from her.