Amber's hand on his thigh brought a smile to Foreman's face, but he didn't acknowledge it until he'd pulled out of the parking space. Once he'd started driving he let his hand fall on top of hers, not making a big deal out of it. Damn, it was easy to fall into this sense of easiness with her, as if they didn't have the same things standing in their way that had been there ever since Friday. Foreman didn't want to start brooding about it, but the fact was that he was still her supervisor, that House would still be over-invested in the two of them being together, picking away until he found a way to drive them apart. House wouldn't care if he did manage to break them up--he'd only want to make sure it was possible--but by the time he figured out how it could be done, he'd probably have ruined the relationship with his goddamn curiosity.
Well, Foreman wasn't interested in letting that happen. "Maybe one of my ties," he said, and then turned to leer at Amber. "And nothing else." He doubted they'd get to work on time if Amber chose that outfit. One of his silk ties--a blue one, to match her eyes--resting between her breasts. He'd take his time getting her out of it, too. He shook his head, teasing her by letting her see just how much he enjoyed that mental image.
The only thing he wasn't sure about was offering to let Amber leave some stuff at his place. Wendy had asked, about a month after they started seeing each other, and Foreman had agreed, of course. It was simpler, less of a hassle, for him as well as her. But that was different. It had been further into their relationship, when they were seeing enough of each other that it made sense. He and Amber had only just started going out. It was the first time she'd see his apartment, and who the hell knew where they'd be next week, let alone tomorrow? He wasn't going to make assumptions like that.
The restaurant was closer to Amber's place than it was to the hospital, and Foreman mostly remembered the way. Her address wasn't too hard to find, and soon he was pulling up in front of her building.
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Well, Foreman wasn't interested in letting that happen. "Maybe one of my ties," he said, and then turned to leer at Amber. "And nothing else." He doubted they'd get to work on time if Amber chose that outfit. One of his silk ties--a blue one, to match her eyes--resting between her breasts. He'd take his time getting her out of it, too. He shook his head, teasing her by letting her see just how much he enjoyed that mental image.
The only thing he wasn't sure about was offering to let Amber leave some stuff at his place. Wendy had asked, about a month after they started seeing each other, and Foreman had agreed, of course. It was simpler, less of a hassle, for him as well as her. But that was different. It had been further into their relationship, when they were seeing enough of each other that it made sense. He and Amber had only just started going out. It was the first time she'd see his apartment, and who the hell knew where they'd be next week, let alone tomorrow? He wasn't going to make assumptions like that.
The restaurant was closer to Amber's place than it was to the hospital, and Foreman mostly remembered the way. Her address wasn't too hard to find, and soon he was pulling up in front of her building.