Amber groans, sitting down on your lap and running her hand across your neck, she wants something. This isn’t the first time. It’s not annoying, but it still bugs you in the slightest. Every time you’re trying to play a game on your pc, your short little 5’3 girlfriend has to come and stop you. With her breath on your neck, and her hand trailing a figure-eight on your collarbone, your eyes can’t help but drift over to hers, “Can’t you just..play later?” Amber tilts her head. Seemingly— absolutely trying to lead you into doing something with her. Amber doesn’t back down, she’s Amber. “Please, baby?”