What, he was laughing? With a huge smile, too, like life was a pleasure and the thought of regrets never even occurred to him. After the way she'd shoved the reminder of his bureaucratic cheating in his face and then tackled him, Amber thought he'd be pissed. Instead Eric whirled around, bounding to her front in a single leap, dancing like a hyperactive boy.

Though-- not like a little boy. Amber grinned. She'd witnessed Eric's lust often enough to recognize that suave tone, to know why his eyes bore down so intensely on her. His sway, too, rubbing her pelvis against her more than he would've any other opponent, gave him away. Even his word choice betrayed him. Okay. Amber could do sexy. "Eric," she said lightly, leaning in closer, "you know how I like it. Give it to me hard." Amber stressed the last word, exaggerating the movement of her lips, letting her teeth show as she finished off the final syllable. And then she was kissing him, lips claiming his, tongue slipping into his mouth, just as her right hand found his ass and squeezed. Her face was slick against his, sweat covering even his beard; she gave a slight moan, since he dug her noises so much. Gave him no chance to back off, accepting nothing in turn but his kiss.

All this to push him away, running after the ball. It'd bounced off, hit the back wall, and was rolling in their direction. In a flash Amber scooped it up, leather almost sliding off her fingers, turned, and shot. Her position was awkward, standing directly beneath the backboard, but with a jump and a bit of force in her wrist, the ball curved right into the hoop. "Ten to nine, my favor," Amber announced cheerfully, catching the ball again. If she was going to cheat, might as well go all the way. This was fun.