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amber_v ([personal profile] amber_v) wrote in [community profile] alwaysright2009-11-20 09:05 pm

November 2, 2007 - Evening

The next couple of days passed by without anything remarkable. Amber spent them as she had most of the rest of the week, combining clinic work with hunting down a new patient. It shouldn't be that difficult to find a new case, but even so, she was able to name the problem of a complicated patient within twenty minutes. Frustrating, that she couldn't prove herself, but at least the rest of her competition wasn't doing any better. Thursday night, she went ahead and took care of the chores she knew she wouldn't be able to on Friday-- and Saturday and Sunday, just in case she and Eric stayed together the whole weekend.

All in all, Amber was glad when five pm rolled around on Friday. It felt like she'd spent two days waiting for this moment when she pushed the door open into the Diagnostics office, ready to go do whatever she would with Eric. Before coming here, she'd taken the time for a few extra preparations: retouched her make-up, brushed and pulled back her hair with a clip, put on dangling gold earrings. She could do better-- become a real knock-out-- but not with the resources in her locker, and not at the risk of overdressing for the night.

Amber stepped into the office, eager to see Eric again; to get them out of here.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-21 11:44 am (UTC)(link)
Foreman tried to put the conversation with Cuddy and with House out of his head for the next couple of days. It was easy enough, when House seemed to be bent on driving Cuddy up the wall; he was slacking on his clinic hours again, insisting that he had six doctors to do them for him. Apparently that meant that he had all the time in the world to play hide-and-seek with Cuddy, usually by disrupting whichever doctor's lounge he could along the way. Foreman was more than okay with that. It left him with room to stretch out and work. Diagnostics' low case load meant that he could go back further than the job-interview cases and start to put things in order from the summer, and the end of the spring before he'd left. When that was done, he'd tackle House's budget. Cut off his supply of elastics to snap at Foreman's head.

Another day. As five o'clock approached, Foreman glanced more and more at his watch, taking it out of his pocket and running his thumb over the warm casing. As soon as the hour hand hit five, he'd go and find Amber. The thought heated the pit of his stomach and made him smile despite himself. Until then, he'd keep on cleaning up House's various messes, which was probably going to be a lifelong occupation.

When the door opened, Foreman tensed for a second at the thought that it might be House. But there was no tapping cane, and when Foreman sat back and looked up, his breath caught and his eyes widened. He'd been half-expecting Amber to turn up, and he was more than aware of the effect just seeing her could have on him, but it was like two days without her had left him even more susceptible. Smiling, Foreman leaned back in House's desk chair--his suit coat was slung over its back--and twined his fingers together behind his head, stretching out his back muscles and relaxing as he took in Amber's appearance. "Hey," he said quietly, appreciation filling his voice, enjoying the flutter-clench in his stomach, the twinge of response from his dick. "Next time I say Friday on Wednesday, remind me that's too long."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-21 03:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Right at that moment, Foreman felt like Amber crossing a room was a sight he'd never get tired of, nor one that would ever stop making his heart pound. "I'd be surprised if you wanted me to haul you back to my cave," he said, distracted by the swing of her hips. When she leaned over the desk, Foreman's gaze shifted down her shirt before he managed to yank his attention back up to her face. He had no doubt that she'd engineered it that way; the predatory gleam in her eyes was more than obvious, and her words were even more so. Foreman glanced around--God, there was probably no way to know if House had bugged the whole damn office, just so that he could obsess even more about his employees' lives--but there was no one around to hear, and he wasn't about to get paranoid. Foreman let the chair tip him forward and murmured, "I tried to make plans for tonight, but I got distracted whenever I thought about you." He raised an eyebrow. Innuendo wasn't ever going to be lost on Amber, but Foreman studied her face even so, wondering if her reaction would show. He loved seeing evidence of her embarrassment or arousal in her skin; she practically glowed, her cheeks going pink, and sometimes her teeth catching in the fullness of her lower lip. Damn, he wanted to kiss her. She was right, they had to get out of here.

Foreman stood up and plucked his suit jacket off the chair back, pulling it on over his vest. He'd already gathered his stuff together in anticipation of leaving, so all it took was to pick up his briefcase and grab his coat from the stand by the door. He pulled on his coat and then opened the door for Amber, forgetting she didn't like it, and then remembering again, covering his realization with a smirk. "I've got another reason to do this, you know," he said. "At least for a few steps, I get to watch you walk away."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-21 06:48 pm (UTC)(link)
Seeing wasn't nearly enough. Foreman swallowed, and tried his damnedest to walk casually behind Amber. The more he saw, the more he wanted to touch--not to mention get Amber to tell a detailed story about just how she'd gotten 'distracted'. Hell, he wouldn't mind if she threw in a demonstration or some visual aids to go with it. "I'm going to have to ask more often," he said, catching up with her at the elevator. Leaning over to press the down button was enough of a cover for saying, "You're gonna drive me crazy before we even get out of here."

The elevator opened, and to Foreman's disappointment, it was already nearly full. He stepped on, ducking his head and cutting a glance at Amber. He'd rather have kept flirting with her, or even stealing a kiss, in an empty elevator. But then, it was five on a Friday, it was no surprise that there was a rush to get out the doors. Even if they'd already become part of the hospital soap opera, there was no point in drawing attention to themselves. He did allow himself a brief touch, brushing his fingers over hers, but otherwise, waited until they reached the ground floor.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-21 10:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman had never felt claustrophobic in his life, but right now, surrounded on the elevator, the air felt stifling, hot and breathless. He could practically feel Amber's excitement beside him, echoing his and increasing it with every heartbeat. No matter how professional he tried to keep his expression, that same stupid smile kept threatening to break through. When the doors finally rolled open, Foreman sucked in a deep breath, only to lose it when Amber's shoulder bumped against his.

"Yeah, okay." He barely had to think before agreeing. At some point, maybe he'd start worrying about the fact that Amber ended up directing where they went and how, but right now he didn't mind in the least. If they'd gone out to a restaurant, Foreman would've been far more concerned about a repeat of Monday, except this time he'd be the one demanding that they keep going, even if their luck ran out.

Beyond that quick slip of his fingers across hers, they hadn't even touched, and Foreman already felt like they'd gone through hours of foreplay. Well, two days' worth, anyhow. He was going to spend the car ride imagining Amber touching herself--her hands on her breasts, her belly, sliding between her legs--God. Thinking of him, or so she'd implied. At this rate, he was going to have a hard-on before he even got to her place, and he didn't know whether to be embarrassed, or just grateful that they seemed to be on the same mental track right now.

The colder air outside the hospital was bracing, and Foreman took another breath, steadying himself, before giving Amber one last meaningful smile and heading for his car.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-22 12:26 pm (UTC)(link)
As soon as he got behind the wheel, Foreman found himself leaning forward, as if that could urge the engine to go faster. Still, he kept his speed reasonable, because the last thing he wanted was to see flashing lights in his rearview mirror. He doubted his reason for speeding would go over well with the officer pulling him over.

Concentrating on his own driving, he had no idea if Amber would make it to her place before or after him, although he assumed after since she had to make it out to parking-lot Siberia before she could even start on her way home. When he pulled up outside her place, though, he found a spot right behind Amber's car, already parked. Amber was waiting--he probably hadn't kept her long, but the fact that she'd gotten here first at all meant she must've pulled more than a few questionable moves. Foreman climbed out quickly, locking the doors with a press of a button, and laughed as he approached her. "You must drive like a maniac, has anyone ever told you that?" He didn't mind. He hadn't been in the car with her, and besides, he was fully confident that she'd been in control the whole way.

Who the hell cared how she drove, anyway. She'd got here this fast because she wanted them to be together sooner. Still grinning, Foreman grabbed Amber in a bear hug and spun around, lifting her off her feet for a few seconds. He felt like neither of them weighed anything at all, like the happy, eager feeling that seemed hooked under his sternum would lift him up and carry him away. He let Amber slide back down his body to her feet. "Hi," he said quietly, leaning in, so close to kissing her. "That a little more like what you were waiting for?"
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-22 04:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sure, I'll look forward to your peer-review notes," Foreman said, hardly aware of what he was saying. It didn't matter. He was breathless for no good reason and holding Amber tightly enough that not even the cold breeze could get between them. His eyes flicked between her mouth and meeting her eyes. Amber seemed just as caught up in the moment, studying him for a long, heart-stopping moment. Foreman licked his lips, wetting them, waiting and enjoying the wait--he didn't know what the hell had happened to him, anyone else and he'd be kissing her already, soft or hard or however he felt. But with Amber, without even thinking about it, Foreman wanted to taste her kiss first, know how she felt that way, respond on the same wavelength. Waiting was like a test of his self-control, anticipation sharpening all his perceptions and making everything brighter.

And it paid off, when Amber kissed him. He'd thought he'd only been concentrating on her before, but her kiss was so insistent that his focus narrowed down even further. Foreman kissed her back just as hard, pushing forward, as if they were competing to show who'd missed the other one more over the past few days. He sucked on her bottom lip, remembering how she bit it sometimes, when she was lost in thought or teasing him. Her mouth was warm and wet and such a contrast to the icy air. It was like having a fever, cold and shivering and so hot at the same time. Foreman had already been thinking himself down from an erection in the car, and now he didn't even try, getting halfway there from nothing more than a kiss--from Amber's scent, and the feel of her body in his arms, and knowing she wanted him just as much.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-22 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman answered Amber's laugh when she pushed him. He clutched at her, trying to stay on his feet--there were a few patches of ice on the sidewalk, and he nearly went sprawling before he found friction again. He couldn't get his balance back, though, not with Amber's hips rolling against his, making his breath hiss out at the sensation. Even when she didn't mean to, Amber could leave him feeling like the world wasn't quite trustworthy, like anything could happen. Foreman kissed her again, finding certainty there. He wanted to get inside, out of the cold and out of their clothes, but that would mean interrupting what already felt so good.

"Aww, it's the lovebirds." A sarcastic voice cut through Foreman's concentration. His head jerked up, to see some jackass in a khaki jacket, sneering at them. It was too dark to tell much more than that, but Foreman glared at him anyway. He didn't want to know who the hell this guy thought he was; he was instantly suspicious of anyone who'd get in his and Amber's business. He'd heard it before, and his back tensed at the memory of humiliation, even before the guy said one word: that they didn't look like they belonged together. "I'd say get a room, but then I'd still have to hear it."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-22 09:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman's jaw throbbed as this bastard--Murphy, or whatever the hell his name was--sneered at the two of them. Foreman wanted to say something--tell him off for interrupting them--but Amber wasn't taking him down, and Foreman figured there had to be a reason for that. She'd rip the head off a waiter who gave them a bad table, but she wouldn't defend herself to a neighbour making trouble for no good reason? Foreman glanced at her, and then scowled at Murphy when he insulted Amber. Foreman wasn't going to let himself be bothered by the fact that Amber apparently had a string of men over before him. First, he didn't believe a word Murphy had to say, and second, it was no business of his if she had. Embarrassment fell into his stomach like a stone, making him clench up harder, his face burning. They'd been loud, but Foreman hadn't even given it a thought. Not in the moment. Other than revelling in Amber's reactions. Now, instead of getting high off all the ways Amber could let go when she wasn't thinking, he knew they'd both be holding back, for this fucker's sake.

Murphy looked Foreman up and down--and, fuck, Foreman knew that look, even if Murphy didn't say anything. "Yeah, right," he said, lip curling, before he turned away.

Foreman ground down anything he might have said. He wasn't going to invite this asshole to air his views any more than he already had. Murphy made his stiff way up the steps, and Foreman glowered at his back. He forced himself to loosen the fists he'd made when the door closed behind him. He was so pissed off he was nearly shaking. But he couldn't show it; reacting only ever made it worse. Four years with House had more than taught him that. "Who the hell is that?" he asked, not really looking for an answer, but needing to spit the words out as if they'd clear the bad taste the guy had left him with.

Shaking his head, Foreman wrapped an arm around Amber's waist and urged her to go in with him. He wanted to be inside, out of sight, where he wouldn't have to feel the crawl of anyone's eyes on what they decided to do--even if now, they'd both be thinking about who was listening.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-22 10:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"I work with House," Foreman muttered, which, as far as he was concerned, answered Amber's question. He lived most of his life at the hospital. And House, at least, was obvious when he wanted to be obnoxious. It wasn't better, but at least it was endurable. At home, Foreman's neighbours mostly kept to themselves, just because it was that kind of building--impersonal, he supposed, but he liked it that way. He wasn't interested in making small talk in the elevator or joining a condo board to decide what kind of door-knocker or welcome mat was and was not "appropriate" for the building's atmosphere. Though he supposed that wasn't really what Amber meant. "I've never had a noise complaint," he added, suddenly tired. And he hadn't ever been bothered by his neighbours' parties or sex lives. But that wasn't the point. They were here now and he didn't want to wait longer just to spend time with Amber. And there was no way in hell he was going to run away, as if Murphy had the right to live here and Foreman could be chased out.

He forced out a long breath as Amber leaned into him. He didn't get the luxury of forgetting the world existed, not even with her, but she did make it better. He hung his coat up with hers, watched her take a few hesitant steps into the room. It didn't feel like much of a sanctuary now. Foreman followed her, slid his arms around her waist from behind. She'd always been able to calm him down before, even when he'd felt so furious he didn't know how to let go of his anger. This time he didn't know if he needed the contact for himself, or if he could calm her down the same way. He pressed his mouth softly to the side of her neck, resting there long enough to breathe in the warmth of her perfume emanating from her skin. With a sigh, he shifted slightly, kissing her throat in long, lazy movements, spending time on each spot before moving higher. "Do you want a drink?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-23 01:32 am (UTC)(link)
Amber relaxed with a soft, surrendering breath. Foreman felt the tension fade from her shoulder as he grazed his lips back down along the line of kisses he'd drawn, and the shiver that seemed to come from deep inside when he drew her back against him. She moved back easily, and even though Foreman had lost his erection when that asshole had interrupted them, he knew that if Amber kept moving like that--her ass swaying back and forth, brushing the front of his pants each time--he'd be hard again in no time. Her hands caught his, tracing ley lines over his fingers, urging him to touch her more. Foreman breathed out again, blocking out that bastard Murphy from his thoughts. If Foreman had his way, he could fuck off and invest in earplugs.

Over Amber's shoulder, Foreman watched her guiding his hands. He kept kissing her, sucking lightly at the pulse under her jaw, searching out the bundle of nerves at the junction of her neck and shoulder, but at the same time, he could see everything as if from Amber's perspective. The curve of her breasts under her shirt, and the way the fabric of her skirt bunched when Foreman slipped his hands, under hers, down to her thighs and back up. She'd said she'd touched herself--No. She'd implied. Said she'd gotten distracted. Foreman had imagined the rest, and in his mind, it had been every bit as hot as this was. Following where Amber's hands led, Foreman suddenly wanted her to direct him. "Amber," he said, unsure at first how to say it; smiled against her shoulder for a moment, warm with the possibility. She'd told him to ask, so he would. "Show me where to go. Tell me. Where you'd go..." He hugged her tighter for a second, and caught her hands in his, twining their fingers together to give her the idea. "When I'm not here, how you'd do it. Show me, with my hands."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-23 10:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"You first," Foreman returned, quietly, almost teasing. He couldn't have taken his eyes away from Amber's fingers, imposed over his, both their hands spread, as she encouraged him to cover her breasts. Her fingers were pale, slender, but nearly as long as his. Imagining her lying in bed--or in the shower, hands slippery with soap--fingers moving like this, over the swell of her breasts--fuck, it was such a turn-on, doing what she wanted, what she did to herself. Almost like he was watching her, alone. Feeling what she felt, her pleasure thudding through his body like an echo. Foreman stole a quick look at Amber's face when he rolled her nipple between his fingers. God, he wanted to capture every instant. Her eyelids flickered, her mouth opened on a nearly silent gasp, and Foreman felt the bright flare of sensation at the same time. Her ass rubbed against his cock, and his breath caught, too. To cover it he kissed her, scraping his teeth lightly over the tendon in her neck.

"Someone, huh," he said, words murmured into her skin. Him. Her, alone, touching herself like this, thinking of him. Arousal flooded through him, higher with every implication Amber let fall. She was rocking back against him, and even the rasp of material over his erection was a thrilling, aching tease. Foreman almost felt like his hands weren't his anymore, as Amber guided them back down. Oh, God, if she was naked...if he could just slip a finger between her labia, circle her clit with her wetness. And then--

He sighed when he didn't get and then. "Mmm. Can't. No bed." Probably Amber wouldn't accept that excuse if he didn't back it up with actions. He cupped her mons through her skirt, heel of his hand giving a gentle, alternating pressure, enough to pull her back against his cock. Struggling to sound casual, he said, "You'll have to keep going..."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-24 12:00 am (UTC)(link)
When Amber turned around in his arms, Foreman smiled despite himself. He should have known a ploy like that wouldn't work. Amber wanted to see him the same way he'd imagined her, hand on his dick, like he had Wednesday night...and, God, again Thursday. Over the summer he doubted he'd jerked off more than once or twice a week, maybe not even that much, and he hadn't missed it. Now he was getting laid, sometimes twice a night, and he still found himself getting hard for no better reason than he'd smelled Amber's shampoo in the wet warmth of his shower, or he'd pictured her bent over him, her hair tickling his chest, her eyes mischievous as she bent down to kiss him. If she'd been half as horny, maybe she'd been fantasizing just as much. If she wanted to watch him, Foreman had no problem showing off, especially when she said she was already close. He kissed her back, and then wrinkled her nose when she kissed him there. Before he could complain, though, she was pulling him towards the bedroom.

He should have thought through which suit he picked this morning. Idiot. He had more layers to shed. Foreman let go of Amber's hand almost before they reached her room to tug his tie loose at his throat. Jesus, he couldn't believe they'd gone so far without even getting their clothes off. Something about Amber--or, well, about waiting two days, everything pent up, until his skin felt tighter, warmer. Foreman shed his suit jacket easily, the vest almost as fast, and started working on his shirt buttons. "What do you want to see?" It was a question for his ego, and he grinned, knowing it. But more than that, the last time he'd asked, Amber had answered with her body--moving against him, leading him to touch her. Foreman wanted that again, hated the interruption just to get naked. And he wanted to pay her back for the show she'd offered him.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2009-11-24 01:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman looked up and paused when Amber spoke. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, eyeing him lasciviously. Foreman looked down again, at his loose tie and half-open shirt, then glanced sideways at her, a sheepish self-consciousness taking him over. He didn't mind showing off, but she'd caught him being overeager; he didn't like looking like he couldn't control himself. When they were both swept up in the same passion, it was easy to go hard and fast, but with Amber's gaze travelling over him, her expression suggestive, Foreman realized how much he'd been rushing. His grin turned mildly embarrassed, glad again that a blush wouldn't show. He kept opening buttons, but more slowly, and his eyebrows raised when Amber started matching him.

Before long, his shirt was hanging open. His tie hissed through his shirt collar when he pulled it off and dropped it, and then he was tugging his shirt tails out of his pants and letting it, too, fall to the floor. The outline of his erection showed through his pants. Foreman didn't have to glance down to see that. He could feel it, the constriction of his fly against his dick, but maybe it would work in his favour. He toed off his shoes and got rid of his socks, and then walked towards Amber, opening his belt, anticipating. She was amazing, and it wasn't only because of her newly-revealed bra, the pearl-smoothness of her skin. It was her expression, the look in her eyes while she watched him. Challenged him.

"I wouldn't call that winning," Foreman said. He got close enough to kneel on the bed, knees on either side of her hips, looking down at her. "Not touching you is what I've been doing for three days and it didn't feel like winning." Still, he didn't reach for her. She set the challenge and somehow he couldn't just 'lose' because he wanted to feel how warm she was--or, Jesus, something as simple as kissing her. Foreman returned Amber's demanding, lustful look, and spread his palm against his sternum, started moving it down. "I start like this," he said, voice deeper and face burning now that he was actually describing his jerk-off routine. Not that he usually had his pants on, but Amber didn't need to know that. He moved his hand down, eyes sliding half-shut when he curved it over his cock, allowing himself a low, aroused sound. He didn't rub much more than he'd been doing for Amber in the living room. Just enough to give himself some pressure, palming himself slowly through the fabric. Lazily, he met Amber's eyes, his chest moving more quickly. "'m already hard. Thinking about...mmn. How you taste. How you come." No need for 'someone'. He wanted Amber to know. He'd been thinking about her.

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