My first Corny/Amber fic, the pairing intrigues me. This is a little bit different, a little dirty, a little sweet, a little rough, a little kinky, very much a tease, I'll write more with them later. Please enjoy! Also I have a sequel for Daddy coming soon.
Amber hit the floor with a loud crash and felt her cheeks flush a hot pink color. Dammit, Link, she swore to herself. She forced a smile onto her face as she smoothed her skirts down. Corny swiveled over to her and his warm hand reached down to pick her up. She gladly accepted it and allowed him to pull her to her feet. She was sure she would have a bruise later this evening. She could hear the others laughing at her embarrassment and she could feel her mother surging with anger and annoyance.
Corny offered her a sympathetic smile and let go of her so she could retake her place. She threw Link a harsh glare before plastering the smile back on her face and returned to her dancing.
"Nicest Kids in Town!"
After the show had ended, Amber stormed off to her dressing area after she had received a severe scolding from her mother. She flopped down into her chair to sulk.
"Amber, sit up straight!" Velma scolded in her airy tone as she walked past.
Amber mimicked her mother before poking her tongue out behind her back.
"Whoa, better not let mother dearest see that," Corny said as he happened to walk by at the right moment, raising an eyebrow.
"What do I care? She can't make my life any more of a living hell," Amber muttered, letting her head drop into her hands.
Corny studied the girl carefully. It was no secret that Velma and Amber had their tension, but it sounded as if Amber really hated her mother. Not that he could blame her, Velma was a huge pain in the ass. There were moments were he would have gladly shoved the woman right down a flight of stairs if he wasn't such a gentleman. He moved behind Amber's chair and placed his warm hands on her petite shoulders.
"How are you feeling after your…fall?" he asked kindly, but a small smile tugged at his lips.
"It wasn't funny!" she squeaked at him, raising her head in anger.
"I didn't mean it like that, Amber, I'm sorry. In all seriousness though, are you ok? My star dancer isn't injured is she?" he asked as he began to rub her shoulders.
Amber let her head fall back into her hands as his relaxing touch made her calm. His hands were warm, large, inviting.
"No, I'm not injured, probably bruised, but I've been bruised before," she replied and he knew she meant that two ways.
"You should ice the spot then, later, when you get home," he said as his hands absently dropped further down her back, rubbing it lightly.
A soft little moan escaped Amber's mouth and Corny's movements froze. She let out an annoyed grunt at the lost of contact.
"Don't stop," she practically ordered.
"You don't get to control me Amber," Corny told her seriously as his hand sneaked up her perfectly coiffed and stiff hair do.
His fingers wrapped around the cluster of bobby pins and he yanked them out of place. Amber let out a shriek of pain, but no one else but her and Corny were around to hear it. Fresh tears of pain stung her eyes.
"Why did you do that?" she asked, turning around to glare at him in anger, her stiff blonde hair falling down her back.
Truth be told, he really didn't know why. He had just let his fingers do what they wanted. Maybe it was because it was one thing to be ordered around by Velma, it was another to be ordered around by her bratty teenaged daughter. Perhaps he had wanted to see Amber cry again; it reassured him that she wasn't a heartless monster that people made her out to be. She could actually feel, she could actually cry, she could actually be hurt.
"I'm not sure, Amber," he replied softly, reaching his finger out and stroking the smooth skin on the back of her neck after he had brushed the hair away.
His gentle touch made her forget about the pain.