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November 1
"What do you say?"
Buddysensed Amber's hesitation after he abided by her rules and then asked her to the Fall Ball.
The unpleasant seconds of silence that felt like an eternity she left his vulnerability to linger, it choked him like a cloud of thick smoke. His heart raced in anticipation.
She then nodded, "Let's go."
The corners of his mouth quirked up as his chest fell with a relieved exhale, but he played it cool.
November 3
Amber's self-assurance, the way she told off Susan and shooed her away, it hypnotized Buddy.
His face heated up as a flood of tension filled his body, rousing the captivation and eagerness he had tamed since the night she pulled away at the drive-in.
However, the sudden switch in her behavior puzzled him.
"You seem.. different." He pointed out, analyzing her.
She was intoxicated by the power she held at that moment; with having Buddy wrapped around her finger and the ability to finally stand up to Susan and then throw her out. She was keen on it staying that way now that Richie had discarded her.
But as that brought the greaser to mind, anger enveloped her, so she acted on that and the power by tearing her gaze that faded from smug to infuriated then determined to look at Buddy and grab his shoulders to fervently capture his lips.
After a brief moment of astonishment, he welcomed the kiss eagerly; shifting to deepen it and cup her face in his hands to match their lips top to top and bottom to bottom and savor the feeling of her.
He was hungry and desperate for everything she was willing to give him, though terrified to mess up the moment as his heart raced and he could hardly breathe.
With her limited experience restricted to what the greaser taught her, she drew back to test biting down sensually on the boy's lower lip, something Richie always did to drive her wild.
It worked on Buddy; a groan bubbled from his chest and escaped from his mouth deeply as a warm wave of pleasure shot through his body. The strain in his pants grew painful and his eyes were half-lidded, fighting to stay open because he did not want to miss a second when her lips dove into messily kissing his neck.
All of his senses were heightened, alert as he breathed in her vanilla perfume and lavender shampoo; and he certainly did not miss the breathy way she spoke in between the attack on his neck:
"Take me just like this, make the rumors true."
"Anyth- anything you want." He blurted out eagerly after his heart skipped a beat, believing this was all just a wonderful dream.
