Foreman felt like even going into work and facing House couldn't possibly dent the good mood he was in. Last night had been far from perfect, and he still felt a twinge of annoyance that Amber couldn't have been this open and happy when he'd gone down on her--he'd never been with a woman who hadn't appreciated his willingness and even more, his enjoyment; it wasn't simply about repaying a blowjob for him like he knew it was for some guys--but sleep had gone a long way toward fixing his mood and his prospects. Hell, House hadn't broken them up yesterday when it had seemed most likely that Amber would toss him to the wolves for the sake of a fellowship. She'd said long term, she'd followed him and asked for a second chance. As far as Foreman was concerned, he'd won, and House could go dig into Thirteen's life if he wanted to indulge in meddling with his employees' lives.
He started the shower, setting it hot, and stepped inside. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Amber making a face at herself in the mirror. "You look amazing," he said, not teasing this time. She looked like she was his--like she'd spent the night in his bed, like she hadn't even hesitated before agreeing to stay over. "I don't need all that stuff, I like you like that." No one else would see her like this, a little less than perfect, less than totally put together. Foreman tipped his head up into the spray. He'd managed I like you, even if he'd hidden it inside a different compliment. He didn't need Amber evaluating his expression the second afterward. Eventually he'd manage it without sounding like an idiot, without turning away.
The water felt good, and Foreman gladly made room for Amber. He was big enough to block her from the spray, so he turned around and got her wet the easiest way he could, by wrapping his arms around her and sharing the water running down his chest. Holding her tight enough to stop her from getting away easily, at least not without a lot of the best kind of friction, he spoke quietly close to her ear. "Soap's on your side."
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He started the shower, setting it hot, and stepped inside. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Amber making a face at herself in the mirror. "You look amazing," he said, not teasing this time. She looked like she was his--like she'd spent the night in his bed, like she hadn't even hesitated before agreeing to stay over. "I don't need all that stuff, I like you like that." No one else would see her like this, a little less than perfect, less than totally put together. Foreman tipped his head up into the spray. He'd managed I like you, even if he'd hidden it inside a different compliment. He didn't need Amber evaluating his expression the second afterward. Eventually he'd manage it without sounding like an idiot, without turning away.
The water felt good, and Foreman gladly made room for Amber. He was big enough to block her from the spray, so he turned around and got her wet the easiest way he could, by wrapping his arms around her and sharing the water running down his chest. Holding her tight enough to stop her from getting away easily, at least not without a lot of the best kind of friction, he spoke quietly close to her ear. "Soap's on your side."