Damn it. Amber couldn't hold back the blush, and daylight like this, up-close, he'd have to be either blind or way more distracted to not notice. It wasn't a secret anymore, or some kind of unfulfilled wish, that he liked her; it was just the surprise of hearing those words in what was meant to be rough-and-tumble. Not fair, using his feelings-- positive ones-- as an attack. And he called her sneaky. There was no where to hide--
Amber shrieked, suddenly upside down, face planted against his back. Her arms flew out at once, instinct, to cling around his waist, even before she really understood what had happened. "Cheater!" she exclaimed once her breath came back, kicking (only symbolically, if he let go, she'd slip, and, no, but did have to at least protest). She let out a gasp, muffled by his shirt, at the slap, and then she really did kick in earnest, adrenaline amplifying her reaction. Fuck, if she'd been red before, she'd be a real tomato by the time he finished dragging her wherever his evil mind bid him. "You're gonna pay!"
Glancing downward, Amber could trace Eric's direction: oh, good, the bedroom. She bounced against the mattress and she tried to get up, ready to pounce him, but he reached first, tackling her down, and tickled.
Amber wasn't exactly ticklish. Most attempts resulted in her staring stonily, devoid of all amusement, at whomever tried; the few sexual partners who'd dared quickly learned not to bother. Maybe it was the surprise, maybe it was Eric's confidence-- so certain she would crack-- or maybe it was simply how adorable he was, grinning and naughty and excited; whatever the reason, Amber did laugh. Tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and laughed straight from the belly, ribs shaking with mirth. Let herself enjoy the moment.
Let Eric be fooled into thinking she was helpless.
Slowly, as if it were part of the laughter, Amber raised her legs (getting harder to do, she was fast becoming light-headed); wrapped them around Eric's hips and turned, wrestling him to lie against the bed, pressing her knee against his stomach so that couldn't draw a breath without feeling it.
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Amber shrieked, suddenly upside down, face planted against his back. Her arms flew out at once, instinct, to cling around his waist, even before she really understood what had happened. "Cheater!" she exclaimed once her breath came back, kicking (only symbolically, if he let go, she'd slip, and, no, but did have to at least protest). She let out a gasp, muffled by his shirt, at the slap, and then she really did kick in earnest, adrenaline amplifying her reaction. Fuck, if she'd been red before, she'd be a real tomato by the time he finished dragging her wherever his evil mind bid him. "You're gonna pay!"
Glancing downward, Amber could trace Eric's direction: oh, good, the bedroom. She bounced against the mattress and she tried to get up, ready to pounce him, but he reached first, tackling her down, and tickled.
Amber wasn't exactly ticklish. Most attempts resulted in her staring stonily, devoid of all amusement, at whomever tried; the few sexual partners who'd dared quickly learned not to bother. Maybe it was the surprise, maybe it was Eric's confidence-- so certain she would crack-- or maybe it was simply how adorable he was, grinning and naughty and excited; whatever the reason, Amber did laugh. Tilted her head back, closed her eyes, and laughed straight from the belly, ribs shaking with mirth. Let herself enjoy the moment.
Let Eric be fooled into thinking she was helpless.
Slowly, as if it were part of the laughter, Amber raised her legs (getting harder to do, she was fast becoming light-headed); wrapped them around Eric's hips and turned, wrestling him to lie against the bed, pressing her knee against his stomach so that couldn't draw a breath without feeling it.