There, he'd laughed. Muscles Amber hadn't realized she'd been clenching relaxed, and she eased against the leather, into Eric's hold. "Don't know yet," she said, cupping her chin with her free hand. "I do have an idea of his type, from who he didn't fire. And there's always someone who likes a good bit of abuse in their love life, I'm sure we could find a volunteer somewhere. That's what they invented Craig's List for, the hopeless cases."
The more she spoke, the more convinced she grew. Yes. This could work. If they could get House laid and, better yet, laid regularly, then he'd be all the more lenient with any love-doves in his deparment. House's lover(s) didn't have to last forever, just long enough for the hiring game to end, with her as a winner. Then her relationship with Eric wouldn't be so vulnerable... if they were still together by then.
"Give me some time." Amber squeezed Eric's hand, growing restless with new excitement. "I'll come up with a brilliant, fool-proof plan, better than anything Wilson or Cuddy have tried." A good place to start, actually, would be by asking them about House's past, see what they had already attempted (and failed over). If she made it clear that it was for House's own good... Cuddy might not believe her, already convinced Amber was a soulless opportunity-hunter, but Wilson, they'd talked after House's faked suicide. He'd been discreetly grateful that she'd saved House' life. He'd listen to her, and he might be desperate enough for his best friend's wellbeing that he'd spill the beans. Yes, he would.
But tomorrow. Those battles she'd fight tomorrow. For now, enjoying the spoils of future victories was all she wanted. Amber looked back out the window, to see if she could guess where they were headed. She fully expected Eric to live in a good, if not the best, part of town.
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The more she spoke, the more convinced she grew. Yes. This could work. If they could get House laid and, better yet, laid regularly, then he'd be all the more lenient with any love-doves in his deparment. House's lover(s) didn't have to last forever, just long enough for the hiring game to end, with her as a winner. Then her relationship with Eric wouldn't be so vulnerable... if they were still together by then.
"Give me some time." Amber squeezed Eric's hand, growing restless with new excitement. "I'll come up with a brilliant, fool-proof plan, better than anything Wilson or Cuddy have tried." A good place to start, actually, would be by asking them about House's past, see what they had already attempted (and failed over). If she made it clear that it was for House's own good... Cuddy might not believe her, already convinced Amber was a soulless opportunity-hunter, but Wilson, they'd talked after House's faked suicide. He'd been discreetly grateful that she'd saved House' life. He'd listen to her, and he might be desperate enough for his best friend's wellbeing that he'd spill the beans. Yes, he would.
But tomorrow. Those battles she'd fight tomorrow. For now, enjoying the spoils of future victories was all she wanted. Amber looked back out the window, to see if she could guess where they were headed. She fully expected Eric to live in a good, if not the best, part of town.