Water from her car's metal and glass seeped through her coat. Though uncomfortable, it provided an interesting contrast to Eric's warm body. She pushed up against him, kissing him again, pressing his bottom lip gently between her teeth. He was so willing here, so open, and for a moment Amber considered taking his hand and running it suggestively over her thigh. Maybe he'd take the hint and find his way between her legs, it wouldn't take much, just a few strategic strokes--
But making out in cold rain wasn't that much fun. She straightened her back, regaining her balance by holding on to his arm. "Not near enough, but it'll do." She gave him the directions to her home, being as precise as possible: how many traffic lights, which turns when, and what streets take.
She pressed a finger to his mouth, like she had the first time they had separated. They'd done so much more since then, but it felt right, parting with the echo of their first 'promise.' "See you soon, Dr. Eric Foreman." She half-smiled in an alluring smirk. He looked especially handsome in the dark ambiguity of the night, the lamp posts throwing curves of light over his face.
She drove faster home than on her way to the bar. Drinking always made her go faster anyway, and now she also wanted to get there before him, to prepare. She parked on the street so that Eric could see her car and know she lived here. She made sure there was a space for his car-- if there hadn't been, she'd have called and complained to her neighbors. It was amazing how a few numbers and determination easily fixed conflicts like these. There were plenty of places, though, so Amber got out and hurried up the steps to the building.
She quickly lit all the lamps in her apartment for a cozier feel than the overhead lights. She slipped in a "Best of Jazz" CD she saved for occasions like these, and shed her jacket. She made a trip to the bathroom to relieve herself and touch up her makeup. Reapplying her lipstick, she pondered stripping herself entirely, just to see Eric's expression. She grinned at the thought. His jaw would fall straight to the floor! But, no, she wanted him to undress her. She wanted more than a quickie. As she brushed her hair, she imagined just how they might spend the rest of the night.
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But making out in cold rain wasn't that much fun. She straightened her back, regaining her balance by holding on to his arm. "Not near enough, but it'll do." She gave him the directions to her home, being as precise as possible: how many traffic lights, which turns when, and what streets take.
She pressed a finger to his mouth, like she had the first time they had separated. They'd done so much more since then, but it felt right, parting with the echo of their first 'promise.' "See you soon, Dr. Eric Foreman." She half-smiled in an alluring smirk. He looked especially handsome in the dark ambiguity of the night, the lamp posts throwing curves of light over his face.
She drove faster home than on her way to the bar. Drinking always made her go faster anyway, and now she also wanted to get there before him, to prepare. She parked on the street so that Eric could see her car and know she lived here. She made sure there was a space for his car-- if there hadn't been, she'd have called and complained to her neighbors. It was amazing how a few numbers and determination easily fixed conflicts like these. There were plenty of places, though, so Amber got out and hurried up the steps to the building.
She quickly lit all the lamps in her apartment for a cozier feel than the overhead lights. She slipped in a "Best of Jazz" CD she saved for occasions like these, and shed her jacket. She made a trip to the bathroom to relieve herself and touch up her makeup. Reapplying her lipstick, she pondered stripping herself entirely, just to see Eric's expression. She grinned at the thought. His jaw would fall straight to the floor! But, no, she wanted him to undress her. She wanted more than a quickie. As she brushed her hair, she imagined just how they might spend the rest of the night.