eric_foreman: Eric Foreman from House - eyebrow raised (eyebrow)
eric_foreman ([personal profile] eric_foreman) wrote in [community profile] alwaysright2009-08-20 07:55 pm

October 29, 2007 - Evening

Nothing around here works the way it's supposed to work.

Of everything their John Doe--Robert Elliot--had said when Foreman had been with him, that was what rang the most true. It was stupid to think that talking with a patient with Giovianni's syndrome could change anything, least of all how he saw himself. The guy wasn't psychic; he was only picking up on the cues that Foreman had dropped inadvertently. Changing because of that was worse than stupid. It would imply that not only was Foreman ignorant about his own feelings and what he wanted, but also that he was spineless enough to act differently because of a stranger's neurological disorder. Foreman made his own choices. He wasn't looking for any advice, whether it was his own reflected back at him or not.

After the day's humiliation, Foreman had been more sure than ever that Princeton wasn't the right place for him. Less than an hour later, Chase had come up to him, clapped a hand on his shoulder, and laughingly asked if it was true.

Foreman fixed him with a furious stare. "I didn't know she worked here. And I didn't have to beg her every day for weeks."

Chase, far from being offended, just grinned wider. "Once a week. Anyway, I heard Amber was the one calling the shots."

Foreman didn't bother pointing out that Cameron walked all over Chase on a daily basis. "I have to run a biopsy," he said, turning to walk away, his shoulders hunched as he pushed his fists into his pockets.

"She seems like just your type!" Chase called after him. "Did you ever consider lightening up and enjoying yourselves?"

Fat chance of that. Not with the whole hospital in on the joke and watching. For what it was worth, Foreman didn't have to work with Amber directly for the rest of the day. Both of them were too busy running cultures and keeping the patient alive. Foreman let House do whatever crazy thing entered his mind. He didn't have any illusions about being able to stop him today, and Foreman was more interested in keeping his head down. In thinking about how to get away.

But when House sidled up to him with a job offer from Mount Zion, Foreman's first thought wasn't to jump at the opportunity. It wasn't even to suspect that House was having him on, dangling the possibility with every intention of yanking it away the second Foreman seemed likely to believe it was real.

His first thought had been, I can't go yet.

That had surprised him more than anything, made him stop and frown once he'd finally shaken House off. After having his affairs aired in the middle of a differential like a choice piece of gossip he couldn't believe that there was any reason not to take up the job hunt again. Farther afield, where the hospitals wouldn't have heard of him, or had their diagnostics cases redirected to Princeton-Plainsboro, so that they'd only know House by his reputation, not by personal experience. Maybe as far away as California; Foreman still had contacts there.

But he didn't want to go.

Partly it was the medicine. He'd felt in the thick of it again today. Working against the clock to solve a case. Challenged, following the clues from one to the next. He'd always loved that, even if he hadn't been happy working for House. But partly, Foreman knew, it was Amber, and he didn't know what do about that. He'd been shot down enough, rejected enough, that he should want to stay away from her just to avoid any more scenes like this morning's. Even so, he couldn't stop thinking about her. Wondering what she really felt and whether the attitude she'd shown in front of House was all there was.

Well, it didn't matter. He wasn't going to ask. Once the case was solved, all Foreman wanted to do was gather his things and escape. It was late, and dark, and he headed for the doors slowly, already knowing he wouldn't have the same luck he'd had on Thursday. Nothing worked out the way it should.
amber_v: Amber can has a naughy idea (smirk)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-26 04:48 pm (UTC)(link)
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.
amber_v: Amber in spring! (glow)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-26 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"He would make it difficult," Amber said. Her thumb, already so near her mouth, glided between her front teeth, and she bit lightly. She still thought she could get House to be happy, for a little while. Long enough. And if not that, then interested in someone else, conveniently diverting attention from her own affairs.

But she'd find someone. Not herself, because even if she was House's type, the point here was to let her be with Eric peacefully. He wanted into Thirteen's suspenders just as much, if not more, but Amber wouldn't let it be her, either; she wouldn't feed him anymore reasons to hire her. Cuddy? Maybe. Or would someone not from the hospital be better?

Amber recognized a request for a change in subject when she saw one-- and maybe fear to mess up a worse situation into something catastrophic. If it ain't broke, don't fix it? With House threatening to break what she wanted, no way she wouldn't be pulling out a monkey wrench and screwdriver. "Can he take care of himself?" She didn't press her ideas, though; she'd let them simmer first, then share them once they were ready for the feasting.

She stepped out, admiring the surroundings. Her expectations had proven right: Eric lived in a quiet neighborhood, with carefully-tended apartments and shops. There were even some green touches, trees and shrubs. Amber was no country girl, but she liked dabs of plant-life in her cities. "Nice place," Amber complimented, hooking her arm around Eric's at the door. Soon, she wouldn’t have to feel him through multiple coats; she could delight in his bared skin as much as she liked. As curious as she was to see his home, Amber suspected she wouldn’t see much of it, not tonight—they had so little time, and so much to do. Her grip tightened with anticipation; she was here for the man, after all, and not the space.
amber_v: Amber in spring! (glow)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-26 11:35 pm (UTC)(link)
"Nice," Amber said, taking in brown-orange walls, the mahogany furniture. All was neat and tidy, unlived in, almost; she wasn't sure if that was because he'd just moved in, or because he was used to spending most of his life at work. Hopefully she’d find out, with time. A quick glance forward revealed a huge flat screen and what she was must be the rest of a complete entertainment system. The scattered paintings were abstract, generic, inoffensive.

It was as if Eric had taken the image he wanted for himself and projected it over his apartment.

Amber dipped her head, grinning. She knew, thankfully, better than to believe this illusion. She'd gotten glimpses of other Erics: how he caved when scared, how his eyes flashed when pissed. How hard he could hold her, overcome with passion.

Those Erics were so much more fascinating than any idealized version.

"Nice," Amber repeated her earlier compliment. She twirled to face him, looking down because of her heels; his expression was so smug, like a cat surveying its domain from the highest perch. She took hold of his coat lapels, pulling him in closer. From here she could smell the sweat they’d worked up to earlier, and the memory made her smile. "But I'm here for the man, not the apartment."

If the desire she’d felt in the restaurant had been a roaring fire, it was now an ember, making her want him beside her. With her. And he finally could be, in the privacy of his home. She wouldn’t hold back. Amber tipped her head, sighing with a breath that went straight to her abdomen, and brushed her face against his, her mouth skirting the edge of his lips. His stubble tickled, made her shiver. “God,” she whispered, and it had to be the wine that had loosened her tongue so, “you have no idea how much I like you.”
amber_v: Hiya, lips. Why so sad? (lips)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-27 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
"Sure I like it," she teased, fingers curling over his lapels until the material bunched in her hands, taunting herself by not holding on to what she wanted. "It's a royal palace, worthy of a king." What more did he want? It was just an apartment.

Amber hummed, new surges of arousal running through her at his proximity, his attention. And then she stopped cold, stone as Eric kept on touching and kissing her like he hadn't just awkwardly shrugged off her confession. I know. I know? She'd bared her heart and that was all she got, a paused I know? It was with growing heaviness as she watched him undo her coat, his every movement making her sink further.

Over ten years of people telling her she was too cynical, of watching other couples and wondering that maybe she had been too hasty in writing off relationships, she'd finally found a guy she thought cared, and he proved her suspicions true. It all came down to the same thing. His question confirmed it. "Is this just about sex?" Amber's voice betrayed her, cracking halfway through the sentence, undermining the strength she'd tried to underline it with.

And to think she’d thought of risking her job.

She wouldn't make a big deal out of this. She wouldn't. She just wanted to know, now, that what he wanted was to get laid. That was okay. Nothing wrong with that. It was what she herself had looked for so far, what she'd had in mind when she first flirted with him, before he was Eric, before one look from him made her mood do a one-eighty. It was okay. Amber could get through this, tonight; she had to, to show him she hadn't been so stupid to think there'd been anything more to them. Though, at this moment, lump rising in her throat, Amber had no idea how she'd get through hours of faking. But she would. Somehow.

Later she'd puzzle how she'd so deeply misunderstood-- again-- his intentions. Later. For now, Amber stared into Eric's eyes, determined to hear his affirmation, or cowardly evasions, with dignity.
amber_v: Aw, man, don't pout at me (lean)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-27 05:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Barely breathing, her heart stuttering from the lack of oxygen, Amber steeled herself for the worst. No. She hadn't thought it possible, but she stiffened more; Eric was going to deny what he wanted. A liar through and through. At least his face had the decency of spilling the truth, crumbled with guilt.

If he wasn't going to come clear with her, then she saw no reason to keep faking. They didn’t both have to lie through their teeth. Amber's hands fell from his lapels and already she was calculating how to get a cab, whether to wait here or outside.

But before she could further develop the escape scenario, Eric expanded, haltingly, on that "no." That same hesitation which had so alarmed her pulled her back in, and she listened attentively, needing to hear what came next. Her hands ceased their fall midway his chest and once more she gripped his coat, the cloth bundled up in her fists.

It was as if his words were walking circles in a forest and she was losing her way following them, going deeper and deeper into the woods. There was nothing definite about what Eric said, just that he couldn't stay away; that could mean anything. He could have a fixation on her legs, for all she knew. But the earnestness of his gaze, and how suffered the sentences came out, it was as if he wanted to open up and had no idea how. Whatever he meant but couldn’t express fully, the more he spoke, the redder Amber flushed, flattered by what might be the truth, embarrassed that she had made a big deal out of what was nothing.

Worried, too, that she was misreading him again.

She exhaled sharply with the hug, her arms flying up, out of her control, to hold him back just as tightly. "Dr. Eric Foreman," she intoned into his ear, and god, the scent of him, up-close like this addled her brain all the more, "if you're lying, I will rip your ball off." She squeezed him harder, rested her head against his shoulder. If it were possible, she'd will him to cast no more problems, so that she close the distance and kiss his throat, lick the salt of skin; so that things could be as they should.
amber_v: Amber in spring! (glow)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-27 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Just one," Amber confirmed, words muffled because her face was buried in his neck. "The other one will remind you what you lost, and what you could still lose." With the next woman, anyway. If she had to rip off one, she wouldn't stick around long enough to find reason to tear off ball number two.

Amber pressed into him, to be as close as possible, to breathe the same air as him. Eric’s coat buttons dug into her, as would his belt buckle would, she was sure, if only there was less between them, and she was being more a fool than ever, if that fact bothered her for more than the mere physical inconvenience. Eric’s hands massaged her back, and she straightened her shoulders, welcoming that touch. She closed her eyes. Yes. Yes.

She'd have to take his word for it, that 'this' mattered to him. But the slow, gentle way he kissed her, soft as if she were a dandelion whose seeds he didn't dare scatter with his breath, it was easy to believe. Her eyes opened up again. "Yeah," she said, her lips brushing against his cheek. "It does." She then covered his mouth with her own, opening it slightly, just reveling in the feel of him. His lips were dry, perhaps from kissing her so much. It felt the right thing to do, to run her tongue lightly against them, a small way to mark herself on him. "So," she said, and she almost laughed, realizing how what she was about to say would sound. "Not to sound like a hypocrite, but where's the bedroom?" Her eyelids lowered, her tone deepened. "I want you." Need, really; she hadn't been sure, earlier, if she was up for another round, but with Eric in her arms and this whirlwind of emotion, all of her craved him. Her body strummed with desire. For him. And not in a quick, up-against-the-wall way, acting more out of horniness than anything else. “Slow,” she kissed him, hands sliding down to his sides and tightening over him, “and deep.” Her tongued slipped past his lips, seeking his.
amber_v: Aw, man, don't pout at me (lean)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-28 12:09 am (UTC)(link)
This—kisses, undressing, fucking-- Amber understood. Dominated. She knew what to do, how to do it, and when. It was familiar-- fun-- terrain, and Amber eagerly lost herself in those old, yet never boring, rites. She wouldn’t make a fool of herself. So determined to throw herself into the act, Amber barely took in Eric's room and his comment about wanting to see her.

With sex, the goal was simple: get everyone off. She could do that.

There was the shedding battle, to see who would get naked first; of course Eric sided with stripping her, and Amber fought back with the cunning ploy of unbuttoning his suit and pushing it off him. It fell to the floor with a rustle, though she didn't hear it, occupied with kissing Eric back, gasping softly as his fingertips encountered her bare skin.

His touch was so hot it burned her, through her surface and deeper, deeper. Amber sucked harder on Eric’s lip, pressing her tongue out together with a moan. They'd just fucked, no more than a few hours ago, and already she was this turned on, this needy. She knew why. They’d— in the hallway, they’d done something, talking, coming to terms, or simply making each other all the more confused. Whatever it was, it’d affected her physically, and she wouldn’t let herself think about it, not now. The last thing she wanted was to become so namby-pamby sensitive again. Now was about wanting, giving.

“You make me so hot,” Amber whispered, vehement. That was safe, nothing she hadn’t said before. Trailing her mouth down his chin was old business, too, pausing to nibble his jaw line. Still—even if she’d done this countless times, smelling Eric as she did so, tasting his sweat, it made her dizzier. She set to undo his shirt buttons, too, to ground herself.
amber_v: Smug Amber is smug (smug)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-28 10:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Trying to hold her back, was he. Defiance flashed within Amber, like lightning striking ground. These emotional entanglements might be new to her, but physical restraints, she'd dealt with those before.

"Let you what?" she asked, all coyness. Striking up her competitive spirit seemed to be the motivation she needed to snap her out of her uncharacteristic, and frankly, annoying, insecurity. It brought herself back to an Amber she knew and enjoyed. It felt good, liking running and laughing against the wind, to be herself again. "Tell me, Eric," she teased, just as she rotated her wrists and slid them from his grip, freeing herself.

But she could tell what he wanted, his every languid motion crying it out loud and clear. She embraced his head and, moaning, let him. Let him kiss her slow and careful, let him adore her and her body. More importantly, she let herself relish every sensation, discovering worlds of pleasure in the mere brush of his nose against her throat. Her heart thudded, loud and all-encompassing, the sound of a time-ancient drum beat.

Her fingers ran over his head, taking in the rough texture of his almost-baldness. It was so different from her own long, straight hair. More intriguing, too. Amber played, skirting the smooth skin behind his ears before caressing the crown of his head, pressing softly. If lingering was what he craved, then lingering she’d give to him. She tilted her face so as to lay her lips against his forehead, fingertips hovering down to the nape of his neck. Amber let her nails graze over the area, wondering if she’d find a sensitive spot. She hoped so. She wanted to drive him crazy.
amber_v: Amber in spring! (glow)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-29 01:58 am (UTC)(link)
Good-- no, perfect. Amber smiled wide, pleased by reaction she'd elicited from Eric with so minor a touch. She liked knowing she could make him tremble and shiver with just a stroke of her nail. The power of it made her as excited, if not more, as when his hands had travelled up her shirt, his lips on her chest. Arousal built up inside her, coiling in her abdomen, but present all over, making her skin tingle.

Slow was nice.

"Alright," she breathed. He already was teasing her, bringing her stride down, pacing himself as if time were a useless thing to be squandered. She wanted to know what he considered teasing and what other, subtler sensations they could create through mellow exploration. But she had to half-laugh, half-moan, as his mouth covered her nipple. It seemed he wouldn't be so patient after all, no matter what he begged of her. "If you're able to, that is." Hair falling and sticking to her sweaty face as she peered down at him, Amber raised her eyebrows in a dare.

And then her head was tilting back, her mouth gaping as she took in the gasps of air she suddenly needed. "Bite me," she commanded, pulling his head closer. Her fingers tightened of their own accord, curling. Her hips too pulsed forward, seeking a surface to rub against, and found nothing. The sheer frustration of lacking friction between her legs, with the scent of Eric so strong it overwhelmed her, made her gush. If he meant to torture her by asking what she wanted and not delivering, then telling him what she desired was dangerous. But she couldn't resist. "Pinch my other nipple," she gasped. "Hard."
amber_v: Amber can has a naughy idea (smirk)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-29 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh," Amber cried out, and then again, her body jerking. She hadn't thought he'd do it, but he had, pinching so hard it almost hurt. She'd been expecting a caress, at best, but this, it concentrated all her sensations on that one spot, channeling them into a crystal-clear jolt of pleasure. And then again, on her other breast, with his teeth, and oh god it felt good, so right. All that was missing was his body against her lower half, so that she could thrust and thrust, in rhythm to her thudding heart.

They'd get there. She'd make sure of it.

Amber complained, loud, when Eric pulled away; how could he stop now, when she wanted it to never end? But she couldn't object to him ripping off his tie and shirt, not when it afforded her an uncensored view of his upper body, gleaming slightly with sweat. Amber cracked into a smile as she remembered what joys existed beyond a thorough tongue-job over her clothed breasts; she could return the favor. Lick him all over, nipping here and there. Taste his skin, feel the pulse of his blood, and-- best of all-- have him under her control. Begging.

So caught up in fantasizing her next steps, Amber forgot to get around to acting. She barely had the time to process him stripping off her blouse and bra, to appreciate just how freeing it was to be exposed, before he was pushing her onto the bed. "You," she laughed, her breathing off a beat from the impact against the mattress, "are a terrible tease." Her laughter became a wicked grin; they'd landed so that she could feel every bit of his erection, hot and hard against her abdomen. She rolled her hip once, not for her own benefit like she'd wished just moments ago, but to make him crave more. "And by that I mean you're not very good at the teasing." She propped herself up on her elbows, pausing long enough to whisper into his ear: "Let me show you how it’s done." Taking his face between her hands, she kissed him everywhere: cheeks, nose, eyelids. She avoided only his mouth, purposefully testing his reaction to him being forced to slow down. As for herself, she was more than happy. The warmth of his body bearing down as she learned the contours of his face with her lips, it was amazing. No other word for it.
amber_v: Amber can has a naughy idea (smirk)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-09-30 11:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"If I made myself untouchable, would it be easier on you?" she asked, purposefully lowering voice and eyelids, smirking. She was pretty sure the answer would be a resounding 'no.'

And then he started to describe what he'd been thinking at the restaurant, Christ. Hanging on his every word, Amber's full-body blush only deepened. She knew Eric wanted her: if the way his gaze followed her, and a thousand other signs, hadn't been enough to clue her in, she had the concrete proof of his desire pressing up against her. But to hear him say it, to catch the pitch of his voice on keywords-- it was amazing. There was no other word for it. Amber couldn't not kiss him properly, sucking on his lower lip, slipping her tongue into his mouth. God, how she loved this, their being so close together, as if they could come to occupy the same space.

With Eric's rocking steady between her, the friction problem was more than solved. Amber hummed, buzzing from the consistent stimulation against her mound; she could stay like this a long, long while. "Duh," she answered. Teasing meant having power, with begging the polar opposite: submitting to someone's will. While she could relinquish control to a sexual partner for brief periods, before long she inevitably chafed against the structure and found a way to get back to the metaphorical top. "Don't you?" Being an underling didn't suit Eric; he'd risen to the position of department head the first chance he got, and it hurt him to be back under House's thumb.

Yet... Amber stroked Eric's back as she thought. That first night, despite his fears, he'd let her penetrate him. Wasn't that a form of submission? She'd been a stranger to him and still he'd let himself trust her that much. And their patient, with a neurological condition, pathologically imitating whoever was in control, had chosen her. Maybe Eric liked begging. Maybe he didn't know that about himself.

Now there was a theory to test.

Timing it just right to the roll of their hips, Amber pulled down her nylons and kicked them off before lazily bending her legs over Eric's. He liked seeing her, she knew. This might be enough to get him more excited but not so much as to make him lose his head—in other words, the perfect tease. Though, she reflected as she rubbed her bare skin against the silk of his trousers, this was not helping keep her own arousal down.
amber_v: Hiya, lips. Why so sad? (lips)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-10-01 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
Her gambit worked better than she'd hoped, with Eric getting this close to crazed. Over her. Amber let him kiss her, her own mouth curling up into a self-satisfied grin, basking in his compliments. What made glow weren't the words themselves, but how he said them. Heartfelt. Intense. Like he couldn't ever have enough-- of her.

It relaxed her, somehow, made her ease in Eric's arms like nothing else had since that I know in the hallway. If she'd had anything to prove, she'd done it. No-- the one who'd had to prove himself was Eric. Had to make her believe she had gotten to him, somehow. And if she could make him lose himself, then she must've gotten under his skin. In a sexual manner, admittedly, but at that moment, arching into Eric, feeling his groans reverberate against her breasts, Amber demanded less. She was secure here, with him drawn to her like a butterfly to a flower. Her smugness grew when Eric stripped himself without any further motivating on her part; not once had she reached to cup his erection, and he was already giving in. That much abandon, just from humping and kissing. From her.

He went first went for her stomach. That was okay. More than okay, really. Moaning, Amber rolled up to him and into that wet hotness, her muscles quivering and twitching. She expected more of that. Expecting him to keep on tantalizingly slow, exploring her abdomen and paying her back in the same coin she'd used on him. She'd expected time.

But he went too fast, holding her down, dipping his head below her navel, and she gasped, her legs folding up as if she could escape that way. This wasn't what she'd planned, and now it was too late to stop him; he was already kissing her mound, licking her outer lips, short-circuiting her nerves. Amber couldn't stop her shuddering breaths, trying to get in as much air as possible, no more than she could keep her hips from jerking up for more of that stimulation he'd promised with that teasing dip with his tongue. She'd meant for them to stay at slow-motion until she mounted and fucked his brains out, and here she was, clenching bed sheets, starting a ride she wasn't sure she was ready for.
amber_v: Hiya, lips. Why so sad? (lips)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-10-02 01:05 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, god, of all the times to practice his teasing, he just had to choose that moment, didn't he. Amber didn't even know what to do with herself, body shaking from head to toe, sweat breaking out all over her skin. "Eric," she cried out, far passed being able to think of controlling what did or didn't come out of her mouth. "Oh, god," she let out, and from then on, her cries were only that, formless and uncontrollable.

It was suddenly too hot, as if they'd cranked up the heating past the maximum and closed all the windows and doors. The air was stifling, nowhere near enough, and Amber's skin, it burned up. Eric was doing things to her, without doing anything at all, like a prolonged flirtation. His breath tickled her where she was most sensitive, maddening her, and his tongue, how slippery he was, sliding just past where she most needed him. Her thighs opened and closed as her hips rose and fell, over and over, desperately seeking relief, but finding it nowhere, not against the smooth sheets or his overbearing weight.

It was too much, and not in the good way.

Amber struggled to find the word she needed. "Stop," she choked out, and then again, "stop." This wasn't how she'd meant it, and she'd wanted to save her pride, hide just how taken aback she was by this unexpected turn. But, so sensitive it ached, she wouldn't come. Not this way.

She sat up and breathed in deep once, twice. Her hair stuck to her forehead and neck, and she wiped it away. God, how was Eric taking this? What was going on in his head? With one more breath, she knew she could speak properly, and so she did so. "I want to fuck you," Amber explained. She hoped it'd be enough. Maybe the smile would help; it was a real one, because she meant every word. "Me on top."

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