HI ANON I’M SORRY ANON HERE’S YOUR REQUEST ANON
Amber lovesHenry, and not just because he’s a really hot and talented musician. She loves
him because of his unlimited source of devotion and care, his will to always
learn and his goofyness.
there’s the physique. That is also a very, very
Amber doesn’t drool over boys. She idolizes Mike Shinoda, yes. She thinks John
Cena is awesome, yes. But she doesn’t drool over any of them; has never done so
and will probably never do so. As a matter of fact, the only one she’s been
close to drooling over is Henry, and that’s only because he has this thing
where he walks around with no shirt on for no reason at all, completely unfazed
about the fact that the people in the dorm building across from his gets a real
good look at his back.
they were a thing she thought it was kind of weird (not to mention slightly
inappropriate) to almost drool over your best friend’s back, but then freshman
year turned to junior year and now they’re dating, so she’s allowed to drool
and gape and be a girl all she wants. And boy could she go on for days.
not days. But close. Because Henry’s
back really is nice. He has a darker skin tone than she does, but she thinks it
fits him just fine. Opposite of her own, Henry’s back is completely bared from
any tattoos or marks - well, save from the times Amber may have scratched him,
but those weren’t completely on purpose (yes
they were). Even though she had to admit that there was something oddly
comforting about waking up the morning after to find little red marks on Henry’s
otherwise unblemished skin and think back to what made them appear in the first
place. Henry himself doesn’t seem to mind that much either.
are other reasons to love Henry’s back, Amber thinks, beside the way it looks
after they’ve had sex. She loves how it looks whenever he’s in a dress shirt,
because the fabric makes his muscles stand out in just the right way. She loves how it feels under her fingertips,
soft and warm and so incredibly Henry
that she doesn’t even know how to react. She loves to press her nose into his
back and feel the way his entire being just seems to envelope her in a safe
cocoon whenever she buries her face in his t-shirt.
really loves Henry, she thinks, and that thought is getting ten times stronger
when Henry suddenly plops down next to her and kisses her softly before resting
his head in her lap. “Hi there” she says, moving her fingers to comb through
his hair, and Henry smiles softly up at her. “What were you thinking of?” he
asks her, and she shrugs before leaning down to kiss him again. “Oh, nothing”