[Scott] Women are from Venus

Date: 2006-10-18 06:42 pm (UTC)
Pure, unadulterated confusion consumed Scott's anger. Ami was being a little vain and a whole lot of insecure. Despite her explanation and their link he couldn't wrap his brain around how she could possibly think that he didn't want her.

Ami's sobs stopped when his anger had disappeared. She peered up at him through wet eyelashes, looking strangely vunerable. Suddenly he knew what to do.

Scott took Ami's hand and stood, tugging her to her feet as well. He walked a few feet so that Ami was facing the mirror. She grimaced and looked away. Scott moved behind her, loosely wrapping his arms around her waist. "Strip," he ordered softly.

Ami miserably met his eyes in the mirror. "I don't want to."

/I want you to,/ Scott replied, along with a pulse of love.

After a moment's hesitation Ami nodded. She kicked off the sweatpants first, then pulled the shirt over her head, blushing with embarrassment. After everything they'd done -- intentionally or not -- it was hard to believe that there was anything left that could cause embarrassment.

Scott didn't move other than to loop his arms around Ami's slightly thinner waist and to let his eyes take in her reflection. She was borderline skinny. Scott's body and mind didn't care. His erection pressed against her back just above her tailbone, and he made no effort to contain ardor he felt. "This is how much I don't want you," he murmured.
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