This morning in bed, she'd all but tried sending telepathic signals to him to make a move, to reaffirm that she hadn't lost her sexual appeal overnight. And now Eric was all over her, bumping into her from behind, hand-swats just missing the ball and brushing against her skin instead. Distracting as hell, and not because it was turning Amber on. She was too focused on not loosing to let her sex drive get started. Her attention was wholly focused on that leather sphere and Eric's next move: even their shadows in the bright halogen lights served as indications.
Eric ran for the ball after she’d missed and positioned himself, legs and arms ready to spring for what would certainly be another point. He didn't look her way at first and for a second Amber worried she'd blown her chance; but then he did glance her way and, oh, how lovely the sound of the ball smacking against the board was. Amber tossed the tank top without bothering to see how far away it'd landed and jogged a couple of steps back, catching the ball on the rebound. Her turn. Eric might be able to argue that it was his turn for the offense, but she could just as well argue that it was hers.
Amber wasn't deaf to the hoots as she bounded across the court; so she'd gathered an audience besides Eric. Pity she had a greater goal, otherwise it'd have been fun, playing up for the crowd, showing off skin just as much as skill. The air hitting most of her torso as she whooshed by felt good, cooling. And knowing she'd caused an impact gave her a boost, powering up her confidence and determination. She came up to the net, just to be sure Eric wouldn't block her shot, and gracefully jammed the ball in.
Amber scooped up the ball before hit the ground, dribbled once while glancing at Eric. He looked so pissed now, body tensed in ways it hadn't been since they'd started the game. Shoulders all hunched, elbows closer to his ribs. So he’d start to play angry.
He expected her to pass the ball. And now, by the rules, she definitely had to; there was no leeway for argument. Well, if she'd been shameless about scoring after he'd stolen the ball from her, no reason why to go back to having scruples. Amber casually tossed the basketball right back into the hoop, just about as close as when she'd scored the previous time. "Six to six," she declared cheerfully, catching the ball again. Halfway through. Now that she was cheating, Eric would get even more competitive; she could handle it. All she needed was five more and to make sure he didn't get any.
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Eric ran for the ball after she’d missed and positioned himself, legs and arms ready to spring for what would certainly be another point. He didn't look her way at first and for a second Amber worried she'd blown her chance; but then he did glance her way and, oh, how lovely the sound of the ball smacking against the board was. Amber tossed the tank top without bothering to see how far away it'd landed and jogged a couple of steps back, catching the ball on the rebound. Her turn. Eric might be able to argue that it was his turn for the offense, but she could just as well argue that it was hers.
Amber wasn't deaf to the hoots as she bounded across the court; so she'd gathered an audience besides Eric. Pity she had a greater goal, otherwise it'd have been fun, playing up for the crowd, showing off skin just as much as skill. The air hitting most of her torso as she whooshed by felt good, cooling. And knowing she'd caused an impact gave her a boost, powering up her confidence and determination. She came up to the net, just to be sure Eric wouldn't block her shot, and gracefully jammed the ball in.
Amber scooped up the ball before hit the ground, dribbled once while glancing at Eric. He looked so pissed now, body tensed in ways it hadn't been since they'd started the game. Shoulders all hunched, elbows closer to his ribs. So he’d start to play angry.
He expected her to pass the ball. And now, by the rules, she definitely had to; there was no leeway for argument. Well, if she'd been shameless about scoring after he'd stolen the ball from her, no reason why to go back to having scruples. Amber casually tossed the basketball right back into the hoop, just about as close as when she'd scored the previous time. "Six to six," she declared cheerfully, catching the ball again. Halfway through. Now that she was cheating, Eric would get even more competitive; she could handle it. All she needed was five more and to make sure he didn't get any.