Amarissa's eyes dipped open at the sound of James' glasses hitting what sounded like a solid surface, but she didn't allow it to be a significant distraction. The press of him so close was so different, as was the sight. Practically the only thing she seemed to be able to take in was the blue of his eyes. It was almost strange, because while she was one for adventure, and allowed calculated risk. She was an Auror after all; risk was a part of her job, she just didn't tend to invite it like James did. She liked traveling to places she didn't know, and the rush of adrenaline from duels. But James seemed to search for risks regardless of the repercussions that could follow. In fact, he seemed to revel in it. She merely accepted it, and dealt with the best she could. Maybe they weren't so different in that realm, but she liked to pretend that she could see the lines. And she was fairly certain that most people would see her as more rigid, more drawn to falling protocol and rules, where James would linger away from such things. And these generalizations were fine. Such observations about her personality Amarissa could accept.
There was a duality to her in that way. In a field that was risky, but adhering to its rule. And in the same way, her ability to be intimate and trustworthy was often called into question. She was fine in a large group of people. There was never any worry about that. She could talk and nod and converse with people she didn't really know over any matter of subjects. Maybe a little bit of reprimand for being too obvious about the people she didn't like. It was when she was down to working with singular people that there was usually a problem. She had a problem trusting, she was constantly told. It was something that Hector tried to be sympathetic about; she was one of the few that was amongst her trusted circle, but she had known him since she was practically a child. It was just that it was hard to trust her back to someone she didn't really know. Yes, a list of qualifications might have been read off to her, top of their class, had captured so many Death Eaters in the war, but Amarissa didn't know them. And the same had happened over a score of relationships. It was easy to push people way. She had her career, and she was helping to raise a kid. It was easy to plead off that she had too much to do when there was too much going on.
It was a risk that she didn't normal take, to let anyone get as close as James abruptly had. She was... comfortable with him. And she wasn't sure when it had happened. There were still so many things that could be called into question for if she trusted him or not, but whether or not she truly did, his company was enjoyable. And Merlin, she couldn't really remember the last time... It was just strange to bring in a parade of strangers; it was still an inclusion into her life, someone getting an inside view of her, even if for a night, it was only temporary. She couldn't be comfortable with it.
Amarissa moved her leg at the inclination of James' hand, able to feel the warm press of his fingertips, ghosting first along the fabric of the shorts that she was wearing and then over the bare skin beneath it. The shorts rode up just a little bit as she moved, fitting her knee against him a little more firmly and comfortably, her skin able to feel the rough texture of the denim of James' jeans in stark contrast to the momentary glide of his fingers. She ran her fingers a bit more fully through his hair, letting her nails push just slightly in against his scalp.