"You did!" Foreman burst out laughing. "I bet there are pictures--ow!" He pulled back from her far enough to rub at the place she'd punched, sticking out his lip as if she'd severely wounded him. If they went to her parents', he could probably get a peek at the photos, too. Cute wasn't how she'd want him to see her, but if it was true, he'd only point it out. Amber's hands joined his, smoothing over the place she'd punched, and taking his hands. Foreman squeezed back. It wasn't like he wanted to hang around in a damn change room all day, but he hadn't been lying--just being with Amber, hugging her, left him feeling good.
He accepted her kiss, raising his eyebrows. "Is that permission to make horn-dog advances whenever I want?" he asked, amused. Amber was more likely to jump him in unlikely locations, but just the thought that she'd accept it if he happened to get a hard-on at an inopportune moment was enough to set off a string of fantasies. Later, after they'd played, when his blood was pumping, and he'd been crowded around the basketball court by Amber for an hour, then yeah, he'd want to get out of here and back to a bed as fast as possible.
He'd already set his ball out, and he picked it up off the bench where he'd left it. Grabbing it up, he bounced the ball once, hard, to check its air pressure. It leaped back into his hands sharply--perfect. Not that it'd been long since he'd filled it. It was an old, leather ball with the nubbins nearly worn smooth from being played with for so long. "All right, let's go." Pushing the door open, he led the way down the short connecting hallway to the courts. A couple of other half-court games were going on, but their designated one was empty--good thing, because they were probably a few minutes late.
Foreman smirked at Amber, and took a run at the net, dribbling the ball easily, and went for a simple layup, easing the ball against the backboard before it slipped through the net. That was about as ambitious as he wanted to get without stretching. Catching the ball, he grinned at her as he dribbled it in front of him and through his legs. "Come on, I'm ready to see what you've got."
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He accepted her kiss, raising his eyebrows. "Is that permission to make horn-dog advances whenever I want?" he asked, amused. Amber was more likely to jump him in unlikely locations, but just the thought that she'd accept it if he happened to get a hard-on at an inopportune moment was enough to set off a string of fantasies. Later, after they'd played, when his blood was pumping, and he'd been crowded around the basketball court by Amber for an hour, then yeah, he'd want to get out of here and back to a bed as fast as possible.
He'd already set his ball out, and he picked it up off the bench where he'd left it. Grabbing it up, he bounced the ball once, hard, to check its air pressure. It leaped back into his hands sharply--perfect. Not that it'd been long since he'd filled it. It was an old, leather ball with the nubbins nearly worn smooth from being played with for so long. "All right, let's go." Pushing the door open, he led the way down the short connecting hallway to the courts. A couple of other half-court games were going on, but their designated one was empty--good thing, because they were probably a few minutes late.
Foreman smirked at Amber, and took a run at the net, dribbling the ball easily, and went for a simple layup, easing the ball against the backboard before it slipped through the net. That was about as ambitious as he wanted to get without stretching. Catching the ball, he grinned at her as he dribbled it in front of him and through his legs. "Come on, I'm ready to see what you've got."