Eric kept his distance, responding to what she gave and going no further. It was like setting down a doll: it went nowhere, stuck in the exact pose you left it. Disappointing. Amber wanted more of a reaction; it wasn't until he pulled away that she realized she'd been hoping he'd hug her closer and deepen their kiss, his tongue pressing at her mouth. At the same time, Amber got it-- Eric was trying to respect the boundaries she'd so clearly marked at the beginning of their date. She appreciated his going at her pace but he clearly didn't understand what that pace was. What could they do, short of mind-reading?
Amber did not hide her longing, brow wrinkling in disappointment. She would've asked for more but as if he'd understood the message on her expression, Eric came forward once more; by the time his lips were on hers again, she was smiling, pleased. His kiss was an echo of hers, down to the pressure and rapid tongue flick, so fast she almost thought it a figment of her imagination; but still her heart warmed. In the place of deeper, more was a fairly good substitute.
She shared in the joy dancing in his eyes, glowing back at him. The Eric that had called her in to the lab this morning was a mere shadow of this one, nothing like the vibrant, confident man before her now. Solving the case and being right about Brennan probably had something to do with his improvement, but it was a lot to do with her too, she knew. She'd made him beam like he'd just gotten a whole row of A pluses. Amber's hand rose from his sternum to just behind his ear; he always liked it so much when she stroked there. She did so now, caressing the base of his skull. "Okay, but I don't want you to go." They'd only just started enjoying each other; why let go of that now? "Let's go do something else." But what did couples do when they weren't trying to get into each other's pants? Movies? But she just wanted to go home, which eliminated pretty much all other outings. Maybe he'd be okay with that. "We could go back to my place-- still going slow," she added quickly; she didn't want Eric to get the wrong idea. "And just watch tv or something. I do have a nice television."
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Amber did not hide her longing, brow wrinkling in disappointment. She would've asked for more but as if he'd understood the message on her expression, Eric came forward once more; by the time his lips were on hers again, she was smiling, pleased. His kiss was an echo of hers, down to the pressure and rapid tongue flick, so fast she almost thought it a figment of her imagination; but still her heart warmed. In the place of deeper, more was a fairly good substitute.
She shared in the joy dancing in his eyes, glowing back at him. The Eric that had called her in to the lab this morning was a mere shadow of this one, nothing like the vibrant, confident man before her now. Solving the case and being right about Brennan probably had something to do with his improvement, but it was a lot to do with her too, she knew. She'd made him beam like he'd just gotten a whole row of A pluses. Amber's hand rose from his sternum to just behind his ear; he always liked it so much when she stroked there. She did so now, caressing the base of his skull. "Okay, but I don't want you to go." They'd only just started enjoying each other; why let go of that now? "Let's go do something else." But what did couples do when they weren't trying to get into each other's pants? Movies? But she just wanted to go home, which eliminated pretty much all other outings. Maybe he'd be okay with that. "We could go back to my place-- still going slow," she added quickly; she didn't want Eric to get the wrong idea. "And just watch tv or something. I do have a nice television."