The corner of Amber's mouth twitched. "True," she conceded. "I got caught up in the moment." And what a good moment it'd been, driving Eric crazy with just a simple tale. They'd have to finish up the rest of that scene at a more appropriate moment. When ‘slow’ was no longer in effect.
Thankfully Eric didn't insist on sulking, speaking his mind instead. Strange that what was essentially complaining about her felt better to hear than not; Amber preferred this over his silent recriminations at the hospital. This at least she could counter. And it wasn't anything she hadn't suspected him of thinking.
Amber was sipping more wine when the word 'honey' came out of his mouth; she nearly choked. For special occasions, he'd explained that night he'd first started calling her endearments. 'Special' seemed to mean 'fucking,' since that was pretty much the only time he pulled out those 'babies' and 'honeys.' She still didn't like them much-- their potential sweetness was canceled out by just how damn patronizing Eric sounded-- and the word jolted her out of the conversation. Amber barely picked up on what followed.
She wiped excess wine from her lips with her thumb. They could tackle his thing with endearments later. "It's not about you being wrong," Amber protested. That was reframing the question so that it was her blaming him, which wasn't the case at all. "I'm just letting you know what I feel comfortable with, what else am I supposed to do?" If he didn't like it he could go home, she wanted to say, but they'd fought enough for her to know better than to jump to that conclusion. It wasn't an option between perfect harmony or absolute break up, Amber knew. The point was to reach some kind of agreement so that they could go back to the fun part. "What do you want to happen?" she asked, sincere but also wary. She'd really much rather go back to just leaning against him and maybe watch some TV like they'd planned, and sneaking in some kisses between sips of wine, but if she got to tell him what she was comfortable with, then he did too.
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Thankfully Eric didn't insist on sulking, speaking his mind instead. Strange that what was essentially complaining about her felt better to hear than not; Amber preferred this over his silent recriminations at the hospital. This at least she could counter. And it wasn't anything she hadn't suspected him of thinking.
Amber was sipping more wine when the word 'honey' came out of his mouth; she nearly choked. For special occasions, he'd explained that night he'd first started calling her endearments. 'Special' seemed to mean 'fucking,' since that was pretty much the only time he pulled out those 'babies' and 'honeys.' She still didn't like them much-- their potential sweetness was canceled out by just how damn patronizing Eric sounded-- and the word jolted her out of the conversation. Amber barely picked up on what followed.
She wiped excess wine from her lips with her thumb. They could tackle his thing with endearments later. "It's not about you being wrong," Amber protested. That was reframing the question so that it was her blaming him, which wasn't the case at all. "I'm just letting you know what I feel comfortable with, what else am I supposed to do?" If he didn't like it he could go home, she wanted to say, but they'd fought enough for her to know better than to jump to that conclusion. It wasn't an option between perfect harmony or absolute break up, Amber knew. The point was to reach some kind of agreement so that they could go back to the fun part. "What do you want to happen?" she asked, sincere but also wary. She'd really much rather go back to just leaning against him and maybe watch some TV like they'd planned, and sneaking in some kisses between sips of wine, but if she got to tell him what she was comfortable with, then he did too.