forum Dorm Room 210 [Private RP // Closed — Stalkers welcome!]

Started February 26, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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She laughed, too. For some reason, it melted away his anger. What was wrong with him?

“Good girl,” William ran a hand through his hair before he turned around. “I’ll be right back.”

“I’m not a dog!” Amber called after him, a bit of a laugh in her voice. What in he world was going on?

William chuckled, walking out, stuffing his hands in his pockets. He breathed out, smoke escaping his mouth. The image of her pressed against the wall, that man looking over her filled his mind and he scowled, anger bubbling again.

After a few minutes of walking and trying to clear his head (which included punching a wall as well, but he won’t tell you he did), William made his way back.

He opened the door and stepped inside, eyes falling on the couch.

Amber had stretched out across the couch, her legs crossed as she sprawled out. She was tapping away at her phone, looking something up, when she heard the door open and close. Glancing up, she saw William looking at her, his gaze intense. She blinked and offered him half a smile.

“Hey. Welcome back,” she murmured, sticking her phone back in her pocket.

Welcome back. He hadn’t heard that in a long time. Seeing Amber sprawled on the couch like that…

“I’m back?” He offered, attempting to smile back. He took slow steps towards her. “I’m okay now. No danger of breaking anything. Hopefully.”

“Yeah, back. You were out, and now you’re in. So you’re back,” Amber explained with a shrug. She pushed herself up and hugged one knee to her chest, letting the other stretch our in front of her. “So… Was there a reason you asked me to stay here? Or…?”

William snorted.

“Smartass,” he muttered before walking over to her, holding out his hand, tilting his head to the side. Whatever he was about to do, he would regret it later.

Amber blinked and glanced down at his hand. She looked back up at him, raising an eyebrow before carefully taking his hand. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

William pulled her up towards him, resting his other hand on her waist before he bent down, firmly clasping their lips together. He tasted alcohol on her lips, but it soon died down. He had missed this, he realized.

Amber froze the second she felt his lips touch hers, his hand on her waist holding her close. He was kissing her. Why was he kissing her? They’d made a deal…

“William,” she breathed, pulling back to look up at him, blinking in confusion. “Why…?”

William stared down at her, cocking his head to the side.

“I don’t know,” he murmured, keeping his face close to her. “I just wanted to.”

Amber blinked up at him, then slowly breathed, "Oh."

And then her mouth was on his again, and she was kissing him back. It had been, what, a week? However long it had been, it's been too long. Too long without kissing him, too long without the feel of his lip, the taste of his mouth… She'd missed this.

William tried not to smile when she placed her lips on his, and instead let go of her hand to set it on her waist, pulling her closer. His eyes closed and his mouth moved against hers, the taste of her lipgloss exploding in his mouth. He had missed this too much.

"This is a problem," Amber murmured against his lips between kisses. She reached her hands up to wrap around his neck, going up on her tiptoes slightly.

William bent down a little more so she could have better access to his mouth. He rested his hand on her back, but kept the little distance they had. He liked her lips on his.

“What can I say?” he responded, kissing her softly, nipping gently at her lips. He continued, saying the line she had used when she’d drunk-kissed him. “I like kissing you. You have soft lips.”

Amber grunted slightly, though her heart rate picked up a bit when she felt his teeth on her lips.

"Will…" she sighed, pulling away slightly. "We made a deal…"

“I know,” William whispered, his eyes still closed. “I know we made a deal. And I was the one one who suggested it, too. I’ll keep myself in check next time.”

"We're playing a dangerous game," Amber gently reminded him in a murmur, her fingers spread across the back of his neck. "But I like it…"

William involuntarily shuddered, pressing her back so she’d be a lot closer than she originally was to him. He pressed their foreheads together, not daring to open his eyes lest he got lost in hers.

“If I didn’t like it, either, would I be playing it?” William’s lips twisted into a smile at her words. “The day after tomorrow. The Winter Cup. I have a match. Come watch.”

"Deal," Amber breathed with a small smile, her cheeks a faint red from how close they were. She should back up, she knew she should, but she didn't want to. Not yet.

“If you don’t want me to kiss you again,” William breathed out. “Now’s the time to back away, Blue.”

Amber reached up and pressed their lips together in a quick, soft kiss. She pulled away, taking a short step back.

"I think I should get to bed… But I'll see you in the morning."

William opened his eyes, rosy cheeks greeting him. He smiled softly, reaching out to gently cup her warm cheek.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “Goodnight, Blue. I’ll see you in the morning.”

"Goodnight," Amver murmured softly, reaching up to squeeze his hand as she began to back away. She turned and made her way to her room, shooting him a quick smile before she closed the door behind herself.

William couldn’t deny it any longer. His anger wasn’t because a man had been touching a woman without her consent. It was because he was talking Amber without her consent. Because it was Amber being forcefully pressed against that wall, he became furious. It was Amber. She was his Blue. She was his to touch and his to kiss, and William didn’t want to share.

Even after she was inside the safety of her room, William stayed put, eyes on her door. Finally, he tore his eyes away and went to his own room. He fell asleep to tingling lips and the image of her soft smile.

What had he gotten himself into?

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He had to like her. Right? He'd practically said he did, but he hadn't exactly said it? She was so confused…

Amber's thoughts rolled around in her head, clattering like empty soda cans around her brain. This went on for hours, keeping her awake until around one in the morning. It wasn't until she couldn't even keep her eyes opened that she finally gave in to her exhaustion and fell asleep.

[Time Skip: December 27, Thursday]

William had to leave earlier that day because of the match. Thankfully, none of his members had noticed what he did at the part, nor did they about his… thing with Amber. It spared him the questions.

Finally, when it was ten minutes before his match, and his eyes hadn’t left the bleachers. Where was Amber? It wasn’t like her to—then he finally caught her and began walking towards her. The lack of coat on her made him scowl. Was she looking for a goddamn cold?

Amber had dressed in jeans, a tshirt, and a fake hoodie to go to William's game. She figured that, since it was inside and all, the clothing would suffice. Since she was outside right now, though, she could feel the cold creeping up through her pants and her hoodie.

She glanced around at everything, simply looking to see if she could find a good place to sit. Her eyes lighted on William, and she smiled as she made her way over carefully.