There'd be a long line for the bathrooms, Amber knew, so she returned to her room where no one would knock on the door demanding she hurry up. Being beautiful took time. It took her back, primping and getting ready in her old bedroom; it was basically like reliving high school. Except, Amber frowned into her mirror, that she'd aged twenty years. She still looked good, but in this room, her mind was convinced her face should be brighter, younger. The world was her oyster, damn it. There was nothing she wanted that she couldn't get.

Eric banged into the room, that huge, sloppy grin lighting his face up like neon lights against the neon sky. Amber found herself smirking in return, watching him through his reflection in the mirror. She could smell the sweat and dried grass of him even before he crossed the room and wrapped himself around her. Amber softened. Here, this. Fresh from the game, Eric brought with him life and energy-- and he was all hers.

Amber sighed, leaning into him. The bath towel around her body yielded completely, letting her feel the firmness of Eric's torso; she soaked up his overflowing energy. "I've had better," she said. The mirror stood testament to just how damn good they looked together. They were a model couple. Her grin grew sharper. She loved watching him kiss, touch her; it was almost as good as the feeling of it.

If that was what he wanted.... Amber turned her head; lifted his chin with her fingertips. She gazed into his dark, excited eyes for a second, increasing the tension. Then, with a flick of her other hand, she brushed her towel away. It fell to the ground with a soft rumple and left her entirely naked.