Eric's hand glided over her back, mysteriously finding precisely where she was most sensitive, his fingertips doing wonders to undo her lingering tension. Amber let free a light moan, her eyes fluttering. Sexual satisfaction and absolute contentment were giving way to sleepiness; they'd just woken up and she'd have been happy to crawl back under the covers and fallen asleep spooning him from behind, his scent encouraging positive dreams.
He'd become mellow too, but humorously so. Amber happily listened to the rumble of his voice as he gently poked fun at her. "The story's not going anywhere," Amber flirted. Telling it to him now, all sated, would be a waste of the story, but the reminder would make him think of it later during the day, at work. The thought of distracting Eric, the memory of a story he'd never heard overtaking him, filled Amber with glowing smugness. She liked him with her on his mind-- and now, she realized with greater pleasure, his heart too. "I can tell it to you aaaanytime I want. Other ones, too."
His eyes shone, and in this soft light they were a whole new shade of brown she'd never noticed before. The way he gazed, you'd think she was the most captivating being in this world. And perhaps she was, to him. Amber took it for granted that she was exciting, beautiful, and interesting, but to be the most important person to someone... she didn't know what would change with them in love. Not much, she imagined. What she'd felt for Eric now she'd been feeling for a while; the only difference was that she'd unwittingly put a name to it. She also doubted that Eric happened to fall in love with her precisely when he'd told her so. At most, it'd give her a confidence she didn't have before-- the other girls in his past wouldn't bother her quite so much, not if he loved her. Unless he fell in love with every other girl, like House had suggested.
That consideration did weigh down Amber's current joy, but she pushed it away, focusing on deepening their kiss, chasing that lingering taste of her, nuzzling her face against his morning stubble. She wouldn't ask for pie charts comparing his past loves to her, especially not when he raised the bigger problem facing them. "God, don't remind me," Amber moaned. They'd be over an hour late by now instead of the fifteen minutes or so she'd originally intended when rolling onto him. "Why can't you be a normal guy and fuck in five minutes?" Of course, the 'normal men' hadn't gotten two weeks of dating from her and definitely not any declarations of love, so maybe there was something to be said for how Eric pursued more and better. "I think he'd laugh at us, that's what." With a regretful kiss on his cheek, she sat up. "You can stay there as long as you like, I'm showering and getting dressed." She glanced down his naked chest and remembered another detail. "You going to wear the same clothes as yesterday?"
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He'd become mellow too, but humorously so. Amber happily listened to the rumble of his voice as he gently poked fun at her. "The story's not going anywhere," Amber flirted. Telling it to him now, all sated, would be a waste of the story, but the reminder would make him think of it later during the day, at work. The thought of distracting Eric, the memory of a story he'd never heard overtaking him, filled Amber with glowing smugness. She liked him with her on his mind-- and now, she realized with greater pleasure, his heart too. "I can tell it to you aaaanytime I want. Other ones, too."
His eyes shone, and in this soft light they were a whole new shade of brown she'd never noticed before. The way he gazed, you'd think she was the most captivating being in this world. And perhaps she was, to him. Amber took it for granted that she was exciting, beautiful, and interesting, but to be the most important person to someone... she didn't know what would change with them in love. Not much, she imagined. What she'd felt for Eric now she'd been feeling for a while; the only difference was that she'd unwittingly put a name to it. She also doubted that Eric happened to fall in love with her precisely when he'd told her so. At most, it'd give her a confidence she didn't have before-- the other girls in his past wouldn't bother her quite so much, not if he loved her. Unless he fell in love with every other girl, like House had suggested.
That consideration did weigh down Amber's current joy, but she pushed it away, focusing on deepening their kiss, chasing that lingering taste of her, nuzzling her face against his morning stubble. She wouldn't ask for pie charts comparing his past loves to her, especially not when he raised the bigger problem facing them. "God, don't remind me," Amber moaned. They'd be over an hour late by now instead of the fifteen minutes or so she'd originally intended when rolling onto him. "Why can't you be a normal guy and fuck in five minutes?" Of course, the 'normal men' hadn't gotten two weeks of dating from her and definitely not any declarations of love, so maybe there was something to be said for how Eric pursued more and better. "I think he'd laugh at us, that's what." With a regretful kiss on his cheek, she sat up. "You can stay there as long as you like, I'm showering and getting dressed." She glanced down his naked chest and remembered another detail. "You going to wear the same clothes as yesterday?"