Once Eric was upright and settled, Amber scooted closer, tucking her folded legs onto the cushions close enough for her thighs to realign with his once more. That sweatshirt really did need to be washed, but she couldn't really complain; she'd pick his scent over the wine's any day. Not that she'd tell him that! Rather, Amber smirked into her goblet, sipping. She got both, lucky her.
CNN was showing some god-awful report about golfing."Boring!" Amber declared. She leaned forward again to grab the remote control and flipped through the channels. She leaned into Eric, her shoulder over his so that she could feel his chest rise and fall, slow and reassuring. Maybe this didn't really count as "slow" either, but it wasn't any worse than how they'd been at Micky's and it wasn't going as far as lying down together. Amber just wanted to feel close to Eric. And she did.
"Mmm, stuff with guns," Amber said, tilting her head towards his. The wine was doing its thing, expanding warm and cozy in her chest. His breath tickled her ear; made strands of her hair flutter slightly. "Like the Terminator! Sci-fi is stupid, but there's some great scenes there. And Kill Bill, that was awesome." Uma Thurman's work with a sword was a beauty to behold. "And, oh, I love a good chase scene too.”
There wasn't much on TV, but Amber eventually found a hockey game, so she left it there. It wasn't her favorite sport, but it far beat The Adams Family reruns on TMC. Dropping the remote on her side, Amber then let her hand fall into her lap.
no subject
CNN was showing some god-awful report about golfing."Boring!" Amber declared. She leaned forward again to grab the remote control and flipped through the channels. She leaned into Eric, her shoulder over his so that she could feel his chest rise and fall, slow and reassuring. Maybe this didn't really count as "slow" either, but it wasn't any worse than how they'd been at Micky's and it wasn't going as far as lying down together. Amber just wanted to feel close to Eric. And she did.
"Mmm, stuff with guns," Amber said, tilting her head towards his. The wine was doing its thing, expanding warm and cozy in her chest. His breath tickled her ear; made strands of her hair flutter slightly. "Like the Terminator! Sci-fi is stupid, but there's some great scenes there. And Kill Bill, that was awesome." Uma Thurman's work with a sword was a beauty to behold. "And, oh, I love a good chase scene too.”
There wasn't much on TV, but Amber eventually found a hockey game, so she left it there. It wasn't her favorite sport, but it far beat The Adams Family reruns on TMC. Dropping the remote on her side, Amber then let her hand fall into her lap.