Scott/Amber - Tease - One shot
Her wardrobe had always been home to a mirage of dark-toned hooded sweatshirts that are three times bigger than her actual frame. The style fits her well, lifestyle and personality combined. How can it not when she laughs to the wind with a hearty laughter vibrating in the air and her arms flailing here and there, skateboard always nearby to let her ride as far as her heart desires. Scott has learned to love her donning this fashion as much as he has grown to love her, and just because he couldn't imagine her with anything else.
Until he found a piece of wonderland underneath all those layers of fabric.
One day, he was fortunate enough to be given permission to take off the goddamn over-sized sweatshirt while they share a kiss languidly; to have his thumbs run on a patch of skin underneath a tank top while he feels her small fingers mindlessly running from his nape to his hair, pulling a bit whenever he dips his lips harder to taste her; to have her expose the length of her thighs without shorts hiding the curves of it, latched to his sides while her face hovers him, eyes reflecting trust and lust.
So despite the normality of a time spent with her--playing video games, watching music videos, browsing through internet memes and pigging out on American food in her apartment, and her wearing his red hoodie she's claimed hers after forgetting it in her apartment months ago--nothing was normal anymore, Scott thought.
Now having a permanent image of every curve of her body he was allowed to worship with his hand and mouth e few days ago was all he could imagine underneath all those layers of fabric. She's chewing gummy bears while pulling her hoodie to cover her head and complaining how cold it was getting these days.
Is she asking for warmth? Heat? Both he can provide if she bids him to. It must be a test, he thought. It has to be.
So Scott can only move closer to his girl, rest his arms on her shoulder and sigh in defeat--for now.
"Tired? Wanna go to bed now?"
Oh, this girl. What a tease.
Well, if it was a test, he'll make sure to ace it.
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Author's note:
I WROTE AGAIN! YAZZ!
Alright, a bit M this short fiction is, but the sexual tension between Scott and Amber is just that much from my POV, okay? I know they're bros and innocent fun in What the Pineapple, but they are my muse this way.
I DEMAND THESE TWO DATE FOR REALZ! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA~
Until he found a piece of wonderland underneath all those layers of fabric.
One day, he was fortunate enough to be given permission to take off the goddamn over-sized sweatshirt while they share a kiss languidly; to have his thumbs run on a patch of skin underneath a tank top while he feels her small fingers mindlessly running from his nape to his hair, pulling a bit whenever he dips his lips harder to taste her; to have her expose the length of her thighs without shorts hiding the curves of it, latched to his sides while her face hovers him, eyes reflecting trust and lust.
So despite the normality of a time spent with her--playing video games, watching music videos, browsing through internet memes and pigging out on American food in her apartment, and her wearing his red hoodie she's claimed hers after forgetting it in her apartment months ago--nothing was normal anymore, Scott thought.
Now having a permanent image of every curve of her body he was allowed to worship with his hand and mouth e few days ago was all he could imagine underneath all those layers of fabric. She's chewing gummy bears while pulling her hoodie to cover her head and complaining how cold it was getting these days.
Is she asking for warmth? Heat? Both he can provide if she bids him to. It must be a test, he thought. It has to be.
So Scott can only move closer to his girl, rest his arms on her shoulder and sigh in defeat--for now.
"Tired? Wanna go to bed now?"
Oh, this girl. What a tease.
Well, if it was a test, he'll make sure to ace it.
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Author's note:
I WROTE AGAIN! YAZZ!
Alright, a bit M this short fiction is, but the sexual tension between Scott and Amber is just that much from my POV, okay? I know they're bros and innocent fun in What the Pineapple, but they are my muse this way.
I DEMAND THESE TWO DATE FOR REALZ! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHA~