What If

All The Time In The World (Ch2)

"No."

Simón looked up from his piece of pizza and stared at Ámbar, the confusion clear on his face.

"What?"

"The answer to the question you've been trying to ask for days. No, we didn't. Matteo and I."

Oh.

Oohhh.

After their rather eventful movie date —Had that really happened? It seemed like a dream— Simón had been meaning to ask Ámbar just how far had things gone with Matteo. It wasn't out of some male ego thing though. It wasn't really jealousy either, although he had to admit he would've been if it had been the case. He just thought it was something important to take into consideration when (her words, not his) they actually... you know. Simón wanted to do right by Ámbar, and if she hadn't, in fact, done it before, it meant he'd have to be extra gentle.

You're already failing miserably at it, buddy.

He hadn't been exactly gentle the other day. He hadn't been rough either but, looking back, he had totally lost grasp of his self-control, his excitement too great to think about anything else. He didn't know he had it in him, but she seemed to have the power to drive him absolutely crazy.

Since then, he had been very conscious of reigning himself in. It'd taken some effort (seriously, how could a pair of lips be so tantalizing? It was so not fair), but it had worked, and now, two weeks later, they were just enjoying a quiet evening in the loft. Pedro had gone out with Delfi and Nico was running some errands so they've had all afternoon for themselves.

Ámbar had brought some books to study for a test while Simón worked on a new song for the band. He'd been worried about keeping the noise to the minimum, but Ámbar had told him she didn't mind. Indeed, just half an hour and many chords on the guitar later, he had discovered that her concentration was flawless. Her determination really was a force to be reckoned with. He admired her for that.

At some point, he had seen her shiver, but she didn't seem to notice how she was holding herself to keep warm. He carefully put down his guitar and took off his shirt, offering it to her. She looked up from her book and smiled, gladly putting it on.

"What is it with you and the cold?"

She playfully rolled her eyes. "It's not my fault the air conditioners of the world hate me."

"Actually, we don't own one, so..."

"Well, thankfully, I have you to keep me warm."

He smiled and leaned down to give her a sweet peck on the lips.

"That's my job, never forget it."

He had returned to his guitar and started playing new arrangements, not noticing how Ámbar brought his shirt close to her nose so she could sniff his scent. She held it as firmly around her body as she could, wanting to drown in the smell of him. For the rest of the hour, she smiled behind her book.

Simón offered to quiz her at some point (he wanted to feel useful) and Ámbar gladly agreed.

"If I get it right, what do I win?" She asked, smiling flirtatiously.

"Mmm well, let's see, what would you like?" He asked, loving this game.

She made a face like she was thinking very hard. "What about a kiss?"

He lifted his eyebrows. "A kiss? Hmm, I'll have to make those questions extra hard for you then because I'm not the type of guy who just gives kisses away, you know?"