Who knew how many minutes into an argument and they hadn't blown up at each other. Yet. Amber didn't know if they'd keep it up, but if they did, it might be the first time they talked serious without anger spiking up on either side. Well, she'd been embarrassed, did that count?
Maybe it was from the discomfort of admitting to her overreaction, but Amber was starting to feel antsy. What had seemed like would lead to sex fizzled out to more hugging and conversation, just like earlier this morning, and maybe that was okay. But still she was restless; wanted to move, release the energy that was starting to coil up in her. The radio music, now playing a fast-beat pop piece, only motivated her to move; she was in the clothes to do it, too, sneakers ready for bouncing. The embrace was becoming stifling.
Amber took Eric's playfulness and ran with it. "Oh my god, I did not wear pigtails, that is the worst thing you've ever said to me." She joke-punched his bicep. "I was a kid, not brainless." He liked being with her and had been imagining her as a child. Neither statement disabused her of the notion that he'd not wanted her when it would've been so natural and right.
Yeah, Amber knew what she could do to him. Tie him up and make his hottest dreams come true. She could also make him recoil with shame afterward, for having done what he'd wanted. Amber palmed the outline of his shoulders, his arms, til her hands twined round his. Held them. She liked the movement of it. "Okay. Good. I-- want more from you, too. You know that." She'd been the one to get upset when it seemed all he wanted was sex, that second night. She'd been the one to suggest he meet her family. "But I'm warning you, I'm not giving up the sex!" Amber grinned, amused. What a ridiculous warning to have to issue, especially to a guy. So much for the 'wisdom' that women wanted it less.
She tugged Eric sharply and kissed him around her smile briefly, just enough for their lips to meet. "C'mon. Didn't you want to play ball?"
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Maybe it was from the discomfort of admitting to her overreaction, but Amber was starting to feel antsy. What had seemed like would lead to sex fizzled out to more hugging and conversation, just like earlier this morning, and maybe that was okay. But still she was restless; wanted to move, release the energy that was starting to coil up in her. The radio music, now playing a fast-beat pop piece, only motivated her to move; she was in the clothes to do it, too, sneakers ready for bouncing. The embrace was becoming stifling.
Amber took Eric's playfulness and ran with it. "Oh my god, I did not wear pigtails, that is the worst thing you've ever said to me." She joke-punched his bicep. "I was a kid, not brainless." He liked being with her and had been imagining her as a child. Neither statement disabused her of the notion that he'd not wanted her when it would've been so natural and right.
Yeah, Amber knew what she could do to him. Tie him up and make his hottest dreams come true. She could also make him recoil with shame afterward, for having done what he'd wanted. Amber palmed the outline of his shoulders, his arms, til her hands twined round his. Held them. She liked the movement of it. "Okay. Good. I-- want more from you, too. You know that." She'd been the one to get upset when it seemed all he wanted was sex, that second night. She'd been the one to suggest he meet her family. "But I'm warning you, I'm not giving up the sex!" Amber grinned, amused. What a ridiculous warning to have to issue, especially to a guy. So much for the 'wisdom' that women wanted it less.
She tugged Eric sharply and kissed him around her smile briefly, just enough for their lips to meet. "C'mon. Didn't you want to play ball?"