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

Started February 26, 2019 by @Imperfect_Autumn group

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Amber hummed a response, feeling her cheeks turning pink again. “And I’m sure you’ll show me, won’t you? Just after we’ve eaten.”

“What a wonderful dessert idea, Blus,” William felt himself regain control of his raging emotions. “Just tell me where it’s accepted and I’ll show you.”

Amber hummed, the sound coming out almost squeaky as she got more and more flustered. “Mmhm… Definitely…”

He pressed his lips to her forehead for a second before turning his back to her, getting started on the garlic bread.

Gosh, even the spot to her forehead burned from his touch now. She was going to be in so much trouble after they ate…

Amber let out a slow breath before turning to get the water boiling for the noodles. Maybe she would be able to calm herself a litt while she cooked.

It took everything out of William to not pin her against him and kiss her breathless, and William realized he had been wrong about one thing. Anger wasn’t the hardest thing he had to control. It didn’t even come close to it.

When he was done with the garlic bread, he leaned against the counter, watching Amber work, his expression hiding no hunger.

Amber finished up the water for the noodles and dumped them into the pot. She could feel William’s eyes on her, burning holes into her skin. If she looked at him, she was sure she would find a heated hunger in his eyes, and she couldn’t look at that right now. She had food to cook.

“Would you mind getting things out for the sauce, Will?” she asked, her voice softer than usual. Darned flustering boyfriend…

William nodded, though her back was towards him. He was getting under her skin, wasn’t he? Good.

“I’ll get ‘em,” William responded, pulling himself off of the counter to get what he was asked. “Anything for Blue.”

Amber hummed a thank you, pulling the sauce pan from its place. She put the ingredients she already had out into it, then turned to William as she waited for him to grab the rest.

William set the ingredients for the sauce on the counter, stepping away once he was done. He did not trust himself at the moment.

“So, Blue,” he tilted his head. “Which other instrumens do you like to play?”

“Oh, I really just play piano and sing,” Amber answered, grabbing the things from the counter and measuring them out into the pan. “What about you?”

“You already know which ones I play,” William answered softly. “If you could learn another instrument, which one would it be?”

Amber clicked her tongue. Right… She did know that. Of course.

“Mm… Probably guitar. I like acoustic guitar, but electric sounds cool, too,” she said as she stirred the sauce.

Acoustic guitar…

"That's a good one," William hummed. "I've never tried an electric guitar."

“Would you ever want to?” Amber wondered, casting him a quick glance.

"I don't really know," William responded, his eyes never leaving her figure. "I got into music to control my anger better."

Amber nodded slowly, tearing her gaze from him and back to the pan in front of her. “Makes sense… You play the violin amazingly.”

William smiled.

"I hated it at first," he admitted, words pouring out before he could stop them. "Hated the idea of 'getting better.'"

Amber blinked and looked over at him again. She couldn’t help it. She just liked to look at him as he spoke.

“You didn’t want to get better?” she questioned curiously.

"I didn't want to believe I had a problem," William answered quietly, looking away and folding his arms, fists clenching. "Asking for help meant I was admitting I had one–that I was different from all the other kids. It was a hard stage of denial."

“Oh… Yeah, I get that,” Amber said softly, quickly glancing at the sauce before stepping toward William. “But you did it. And you’re here now.”

"I've still got issues," William said, eyes returning to Amber as she walked closer towards him. "It never got better. Maybe I've managed to control some part of the anger, but I'm still not… normal."

“And that’s okay. You’re getting it under control,” Amber murmured, taking his hands in hers, uncurling his fingers from fists.

William looked as she held his hands, his eyes softening. How could one woman manage to do this to him? He pulled her close, one hand still in her hold while the other reached up to rest against her cheek, thumb rubbing slowly against her soft skin.

"Maybe," he breathed out, looking down at Amber. "Or maybe it's just temporary. I gave up, you know. On therapy. I've been sent to countless therapists and I've never lasted more than a month, much less a week. It made me more agitated than refreshed. Anyway… your sauce, Blue."

“Then maybe you’re seeing the wrong kinds of people. Therapy doesn’t work for everyone,” Amber said softly, leaning into his touch. At the mention of the sauce, she sighed and pulled away, but not before quickly pecking his lips. “It should be done soon.”

“Can’t wait,” William murmured, eyes closing, missing her warmth the second she pulled away from him. “You’re wonderful, you know that, right?”

Amber smiled up at him over her shoulder as she stirred the sauce. “I’m glad you think so, babe. You’re pretty amazing yourself.”

“Aren’t I?” William laughed, shaking his head. “I’m jealous of you, Blue.”

Amber snorted and shot him a playful glare over her shoulder. “Really? I’m jealous of you. Your girlfriend is pretty fantastic.”

“Not as much as your boyfriend,” William shot back, not at all upset with her stealing his line. “You should be pleased he’s amazing.”