Oh, god. At first she was just embarrassed as Eric kissed and pulled her in, being all tender when she'd been rushing towards Problem Solving Mode like making him come was a piece of paperwork to fill out and sign. Amber should've kissed him properly, she'd just assumed that he wouldn't want to, repulsed by what she'd done. She'd gotten so caught up in proving herself that she'd forgotten the actual point: enjoying each other.
So Amber was stiff at first, but before long she thawed out, kissing back just as hard, eyes closed. She wrapped her arms around his back, to remind herself just how good that felt, his warmth against hers. Eric's earnestness, his continued desire for her, it made her head swim, and in a good way. Too good. He was getting under her skin, too much, too dangerous. What if this got serious? She hadn't let herself get attached, not in years. Fun flings, yes, she'd lost count of how many. But that was the limit. Not that she could stop herself. She whimpered into the kiss, wanting, needing more. And she got it, when he hugged her.
"Hey." Amber gazed into his eyes, still a bit overwhelmed, but as she regained her breath, she felt more grounded. Things were a bit intense right now, that was all. Her emotions weren't spinning out of control. “Are you sure? I bet you carry a red pen everywhere you go, ready to hand out those Fs." That actually wasn't a lie. She knew Eric, holding himself to such high standards, would be comparing himself constantly to everyone else. She knew, because that was what she did. Amber accepted his kiss, then gave him another, deeper, one, caressing his back. If nothing else, she couldn’t get enough of touching him. She shifted from kneeling to sitting between his legs, to bring their bodies nearer. “Yet,” she reminded him and, to keep him from noticing how his playful reminder of her failure had wounded her pride, she rubbed her cheek against his, softly. She didn’t want him to know that she’d been hurt, she just wanted to keep on having a good time.
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So Amber was stiff at first, but before long she thawed out, kissing back just as hard, eyes closed. She wrapped her arms around his back, to remind herself just how good that felt, his warmth against hers. Eric's earnestness, his continued desire for her, it made her head swim, and in a good way. Too good. He was getting under her skin, too much, too dangerous. What if this got serious? She hadn't let herself get attached, not in years. Fun flings, yes, she'd lost count of how many. But that was the limit. Not that she could stop herself. She whimpered into the kiss, wanting, needing more. And she got it, when he hugged her.
"Hey." Amber gazed into his eyes, still a bit overwhelmed, but as she regained her breath, she felt more grounded. Things were a bit intense right now, that was all. Her emotions weren't spinning out of control. “Are you sure? I bet you carry a red pen everywhere you go, ready to hand out those Fs." That actually wasn't a lie. She knew Eric, holding himself to such high standards, would be comparing himself constantly to everyone else. She knew, because that was what she did. Amber accepted his kiss, then gave him another, deeper, one, caressing his back. If nothing else, she couldn’t get enough of touching him. She shifted from kneeling to sitting between his legs, to bring their bodies nearer. “Yet,” she reminded him and, to keep him from noticing how his playful reminder of her failure had wounded her pride, she rubbed her cheek against his, softly. She didn’t want him to know that she’d been hurt, she just wanted to keep on having a good time.