What You Can't See | Henber
What You Can't See
henry/amber ; pg ; 438 words ; drabble
Things happen backstage that you can't see.
A hand reaches to tug Amber away from her members and into the shadows backstage after a rather wet performance of Danger. The rest of f(x) see what’s happening but choose to giggle and run away as fast they can in high heels, leaving Amber alone with her kidnapper. Fingers interlace with hers as her kidnapper, who she recognises as Henry with black hair all nicely styled up, leading her into an empty, dark corner of the stage. It was completely unobtrusive and invisible to anyone who would happen to pass.
Amber allows Henry to push her into wall, as he winds soft arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He leans to capture her lips in a hasty kiss before she graciously allows his tongue entrance into her mouth. In return, she wraps her own arms around his neck while Henry moves his hand to draw continuous circles on the small of her back. Behind them, the muffled screams of the crowd break the silence of the darkness as they kiss until they pull apart, out of breath.
“I guess someone couldn’t wait?” Amber chuckles into Henry’s ear, as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck. He slowly peels away her jacket, causing her to fist at his dress shirt.
“Not after what you said, no.” Henry says smiling, pressing butterfly kisses from her jaw down to her neck while shuffling out of his own jacket. It falls to the floor lying together with the dust, forgotten. The stylists definitely aren’t going to be happy, Amber thinks. That is the least of her problems though as Henry starts trailing cold fingers under her shirt.
“You mean when I asked the audience how many of them were feeling hot and wet?” Amber asks, giving in to a small squeal as Henry’s fingers dance across her abdomen. He doesn’t answer and continues to place soft kisses, this time onto her shoulder.
“Well, I am feeling rather hot I guess.” Henry laughs, and Amber feels soft rumbling against her skin. Goosebumps form as she finds that Henry isn’t the only one feeling hot. Her arms is now entwined around Henry’s waist instead as he bravely tugs at her shirt.
“You know I still have a performance later. So do you.” Amber says, stopping him, bemused. He merely cocks his head sideways curiously (and cutely, Amber thinks in her head), as if wondering why she is saying that. With a smirk on his face, he once again captures her lips and Amber arches into the kiss.
“Well then, we’d better be quick.” Henry whispers.
a/n: well evidently whatever amber said inspired this fic. this is probably the closest i will ever get to smut, although i am currently trying to break that awkward smut barrier of mine so...
enjoy. :)
henry/amber ; pg ; 438 words ; drabble
Things happen backstage that you can't see.
A hand reaches to tug Amber away from her members and into the shadows backstage after a rather wet performance of Danger. The rest of f(x) see what’s happening but choose to giggle and run away as fast they can in high heels, leaving Amber alone with her kidnapper. Fingers interlace with hers as her kidnapper, who she recognises as Henry with black hair all nicely styled up, leading her into an empty, dark corner of the stage. It was completely unobtrusive and invisible to anyone who would happen to pass.
Amber allows Henry to push her into wall, as he winds soft arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him. He leans to capture her lips in a hasty kiss before she graciously allows his tongue entrance into her mouth. In return, she wraps her own arms around his neck while Henry moves his hand to draw continuous circles on the small of her back. Behind them, the muffled screams of the crowd break the silence of the darkness as they kiss until they pull apart, out of breath.
“I guess someone couldn’t wait?” Amber chuckles into Henry’s ear, as he nuzzles his nose into the crook of her neck. He slowly peels away her jacket, causing her to fist at his dress shirt.
“Not after what you said, no.” Henry says smiling, pressing butterfly kisses from her jaw down to her neck while shuffling out of his own jacket. It falls to the floor lying together with the dust, forgotten. The stylists definitely aren’t going to be happy, Amber thinks. That is the least of her problems though as Henry starts trailing cold fingers under her shirt.
“You mean when I asked the audience how many of them were feeling hot and wet?” Amber asks, giving in to a small squeal as Henry’s fingers dance across her abdomen. He doesn’t answer and continues to place soft kisses, this time onto her shoulder.
“Well, I am feeling rather hot I guess.” Henry laughs, and Amber feels soft rumbling against her skin. Goosebumps form as she finds that Henry isn’t the only one feeling hot. Her arms is now entwined around Henry’s waist instead as he bravely tugs at her shirt.
“You know I still have a performance later. So do you.” Amber says, stopping him, bemused. He merely cocks his head sideways curiously (and cutely, Amber thinks in her head), as if wondering why she is saying that. With a smirk on his face, he once again captures her lips and Amber arches into the kiss.
“Well then, we’d better be quick.” Henry whispers.
a/n: well evidently whatever amber said inspired this fic. this is probably the closest i will ever get to smut, although i am currently trying to break that awkward smut barrier of mine so...
enjoy. :)