Leaving her stuff here, him getting ready to sleep over at her place-- they were thinking along the same lines. Amber liked that they were in harmony. Better yet, what they agreed over was spending more time together. It wasn't that she'd want to pass every second by his side, but she did like him and hadn't yet gotten her fill.
Though, rummaging through her bag to pull out her makeup kit, Amber reflected that they might not feel the same way by the end of the day. They had work to get through, and depending on what life and House threw at them, they might change their minds completely. Maybe House would vanish on them, and they'd be together the whole day in the classroom, becoming sick of each other. Maybe, crazily enough, they'd have a case that kept them in the hospital all night, leaving them without the chance to go back home.
Maybe they'd have another fight over how to do their jobs.
It started to come back to Amber as she rubbed on her lipstick, pursed her mouth. Diagnostics. Working for House. The competition. Her lips were brilliant red, glistening slightly. Who she'd been, seemed like such a distant existence, even if it had been as recent as yesterday. Last night and this morning she'd bared layers of herself she'd never known existed, of vulnerability and softness and caring so deeply it was like she was drowning but was too enamored with the water to fight her way back to air. It was as if she were a whole other person, and Amber couldn’t imagine how these two personalities were connected. Though, rubbing on her foundation and eye liner, she certainly looked the same. There it was, that face she'd been preparing for work everyday for years.
It wasn't just looks; she started to feel it too, as she hooked on her bra and put her arms through her black blouse's sleeves. She was the one who sank her teeth down and held on til whatever it was she wanted delivered itself to her. And she loved doing it. Amber loved fighting until her opponents fell, leaving her the victor. Loved being smarter, faster, prettier. Loved being vicious.
Just thinking about it made her heart pump with excitement. There were so many things she could do to knock down the competition: new ways to fuck with their minds, new weaknesses to uncover, new manipulations to try out.
The only problem was that Eric would be there.
Amber wasn't stupid. She knew Eric respected her determination and her strength; knew that those qualities had attracted him to her in those first few minutes. But she knew that he approved of neither of House's game nor of the tactics it took to win it. He'd been disgusted yesterday with her arguments on what to do and why; he might be even more repulsed if he saw what other tricks she pulled. And, for the first time in her life, Amber wasn't sure if someone's opinion didn't matter enough to make her act differently.
Disturbed, Amber rolled up her nylons and slipped on a blue-flowered print skirt. She heard Eric's remark through the open door and, eager to leave her disquieting thoughts on the backburner, she grinned. "I don't know, it sounds like an interesting date to me." It was a joke. Even if she'd been willing to share Eric, which she was not, she didn't want anyone else, least of all some strangers he played with. Once she'd slipped into her heels, she joined him in the bedroom and admired him in a fresh outfit. "I'm still deciding if that or naked is a better look for you," she nodded with a wink to his suit.
Her stomach tightened and she remembered physical practicalities. “Do you have anything to eat, or should we pick up our breakfast on the way there?”
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Though, rummaging through her bag to pull out her makeup kit, Amber reflected that they might not feel the same way by the end of the day. They had work to get through, and depending on what life and House threw at them, they might change their minds completely. Maybe House would vanish on them, and they'd be together the whole day in the classroom, becoming sick of each other. Maybe, crazily enough, they'd have a case that kept them in the hospital all night, leaving them without the chance to go back home.
Maybe they'd have another fight over how to do their jobs.
It started to come back to Amber as she rubbed on her lipstick, pursed her mouth. Diagnostics. Working for House. The competition. Her lips were brilliant red, glistening slightly. Who she'd been, seemed like such a distant existence, even if it had been as recent as yesterday. Last night and this morning she'd bared layers of herself she'd never known existed, of vulnerability and softness and caring so deeply it was like she was drowning but was too enamored with the water to fight her way back to air. It was as if she were a whole other person, and Amber couldn’t imagine how these two personalities were connected. Though, rubbing on her foundation and eye liner, she certainly looked the same. There it was, that face she'd been preparing for work everyday for years.
It wasn't just looks; she started to feel it too, as she hooked on her bra and put her arms through her black blouse's sleeves. She was the one who sank her teeth down and held on til whatever it was she wanted delivered itself to her. And she loved doing it. Amber loved fighting until her opponents fell, leaving her the victor. Loved being smarter, faster, prettier. Loved being vicious.
Just thinking about it made her heart pump with excitement. There were so many things she could do to knock down the competition: new ways to fuck with their minds, new weaknesses to uncover, new manipulations to try out.
The only problem was that Eric would be there.
Amber wasn't stupid. She knew Eric respected her determination and her strength; knew that those qualities had attracted him to her in those first few minutes. But she knew that he approved of neither of House's game nor of the tactics it took to win it. He'd been disgusted yesterday with her arguments on what to do and why; he might be even more repulsed if he saw what other tricks she pulled. And, for the first time in her life, Amber wasn't sure if someone's opinion didn't matter enough to make her act differently.
Disturbed, Amber rolled up her nylons and slipped on a blue-flowered print skirt. She heard Eric's remark through the open door and, eager to leave her disquieting thoughts on the backburner, she grinned. "I don't know, it sounds like an interesting date to me." It was a joke. Even if she'd been willing to share Eric, which she was not, she didn't want anyone else, least of all some strangers he played with. Once she'd slipped into her heels, she joined him in the bedroom and admired him in a fresh outfit. "I'm still deciding if that or naked is a better look for you," she nodded with a wink to his suit.
Her stomach tightened and she remembered physical practicalities. “Do you have anything to eat, or should we pick up our breakfast on the way there?”