Amber and Bray's Room

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"Might have to make massages a more regular thing." Amber said smiling cheekily before Bray leant in to kiss her once more. As Bray gently touched her face she could feel her skin tingling, and as the kiss deepened she could feel a passionate excitement return to her body. She felt that she couldn't get enough of Bray, and cradled his neck, gently

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[_bray_]

Bray had never felt so loved as he did right now. Every look, every touch, every kiss - they all conveyed how much he and Amber meant to each other, and the strength of the love he could feel flowing from Amber was amazing. Opening his eyes, Bray felt like his heart would burst as he beheld the sight before him; the delicate face, big eyes that were looking up at him so trustingly, soft lips parted slightly from their kisses. "What... how did I ever deserve you?" Bray whispered in wonderment.

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Amber blushed at Bray's comment. Surely the question was the wrong way round; what had she ever done to deserve him? "You didn't do anything, you were just you." she said, kissing him one more, then pulling back, looking into his eyes. Amber was almost lost in this little world herself and Bray had coccooned themselves into, when suddenly she thought of her son; had he had a nap? Was Patsy okay with him? A slight frown crossed her features, and she realised she had better explain to Bray before he thought she wasn't entirely happy.

"Sorry, was just hoping the little one was alright. I know he's used to babysitters, but still..." Amber broke off. There was no need to explain the bond she had with her son. "He'll be fine though, I'm sure Patsy would have come knocking if he wasn't." And it was a relief she hadn't, as right now the two of them were satill in a very naked and very vulnerable position. There would be no explaining the position the two of them were in, and Amber smirked slightly at the idea of being intruded.

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Seeing the worry that crept into Amber's face, Bray's concern turned to dismay as soon as she mentioned the baby. The baby! Even just for a short while, Bray had forgotten all about him, and now the guilt was filling up inside him. Sure, the baby would take getting used to, but to forget completely about his own flesh and blood? Suddenly Bray felt very off-balance, and he sat up, lowering his legs over the side of the bed, frowning deeply.

How could I have forgotten? he asked himself, shaking his head slowly in shame. The strength of his love for Amber had wiped all other thoughts from his mind, it was careless and selfish of him. Insecurity started to seep into his mind, once again he was at a loss of how to adjust to the new addition to this equation, of how he would ever know enough to strike a balance between Amber the mother, and his Amber, the girl and lover. And yet, how could loving her be wrong - was it possible to love her too much? There were just so many questions, and Bray felt angry that he didn't know the

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Amber frowned slightly in concern as Bray turned away from her and seemed to be boring holes into the floor with his eyes. His silence was a clear sign that something was wrong, though Amber had no idea what that could be. She'd only been talking about their son, and . . . well, could it be something to do with Baby Bray?

Amber moved to position herself behind Bray, wrapping her arms around his body and placing her head on his shoulder, kissing it softly before letting her head rest. "Are you ok?" She asked softly. She didn't want to assume what was wrong and was hoping that Bray would tell her.

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Amber's soft arms against his skin made Bray flinch ever so slightly - in that moment everything had just skewed out of perspective. Through the turmoil in his mind Amber's question floated faintly through, and Bray was torn. He wanted to tell her, have her comfort him and tell him not to worry, but on the other hand, how could he possibly explain this? Shame and confusion clouded his thoughts, despite the pressing need to answer Amber's question

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Feeling Bray flinch Amber knew there was something definately wrong, and as he struggled to deny it Amber frowned once again. "You know, if there's anyone you can talk to about whatever it is, I'm hoping it's me." Amber didn't mean to, but she felt a little bit rejected. She was well awareof what Bray was like; sometimes getting the truth about how he was feeling was like getting blood out of a stone. But surely, after all they had been through, surely he could talk to her?

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[OOC: continued here]