Was that a hint? Focused intent chased away his embarrassment, his hold over her tightening almost imperceptibly. “Alright.” Amber’s smile warmed as her mind suggested multiple possibilities. “Not on the internet.” Nothing quite as tillitating as an audience, and even if no one ever watched the end product, she’d be aware of the camera as an additional viewer. It always made her a little crazier. And someone would watch—at the very least, herself. To catch Eric on film, to spy him as he lost himself in passion, then climax; to go back and observe every detail as she couldn’t when in the heat of the moment—it couldn’t not be revealing. And so hot. Just the thought of it-- watching him, alone, her hands slipping into her panties because she was so wet she couldn’t bear it— turned her on.
Amber suspected he himself wouldn’t make much use of a video, though. If Eric got this bashful over a few cheesy lines, she couldn’t imagine how he’d get past the first minute of his own home-made porn. He’d probably coil up and wish to die, seeing and hearing himself.
“Which one?” muttered Amber rhetorically. She had so many she was starting to loose count. It was weird enough trying to think of him as ‘Dr. Foreman,’ much less her boss. He was Eric. By now her gut reaction to seeing him, the way her heart flew as if it couldn’t be with anyone but him, was too strong to hold back. Even leaving aside their personal relationship, at work Amber wouldn’t defer to him anymore than she would to Cuddy; House would always get the final word. That was a professional choice, one that Eric in all likelihood not appreciate. They’d have to talk about that, especially if his reference to his superior ranking was more than just a joke. Though it was cute this first time, Amber imagined his ego-stroking would eventually grate then piss of. She recognized that he outranked her; he didn’t have to gloat over it.
“I’ll meet you at your car, I need to get my things.” She let Eric go ahead, though by now the pretense they were just coworkers was ridiculous. If Thirteen or Chase hadn’t blabbed by now, Taub would’ve. Others would’ve figured it out, like he had. No matter the source, all gossip led to Rome; anyone who’d care about House’s employees would know by now, including House himself. But since they were going for a professional appearance, Amber dropped off the folders at the clinic reception with no more than a glance and eyebrow raise at Eric, then returned to the locker room to switch her lab coat for her winter one. She took advantage of the moment to freshen up her makeup, realign her askew skirt, and run a brush through her hair. She didn’t care if Eric liked her messy-birds’-nest look, she was happiest when every detail of hers was perfectly in place.
So it took her a while to return to the parking lot. She headed straight for his car, walking briskly to warm up with the sudden temperature drop by going outside.
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Amber suspected he himself wouldn’t make much use of a video, though. If Eric got this bashful over a few cheesy lines, she couldn’t imagine how he’d get past the first minute of his own home-made porn. He’d probably coil up and wish to die, seeing and hearing himself.
“Which one?” muttered Amber rhetorically. She had so many she was starting to loose count. It was weird enough trying to think of him as ‘Dr. Foreman,’ much less her boss. He was Eric. By now her gut reaction to seeing him, the way her heart flew as if it couldn’t be with anyone but him, was too strong to hold back. Even leaving aside their personal relationship, at work Amber wouldn’t defer to him anymore than she would to Cuddy; House would always get the final word. That was a professional choice, one that Eric in all likelihood not appreciate. They’d have to talk about that, especially if his reference to his superior ranking was more than just a joke. Though it was cute this first time, Amber imagined his ego-stroking would eventually grate then piss of. She recognized that he outranked her; he didn’t have to gloat over it.
“I’ll meet you at your car, I need to get my things.” She let Eric go ahead, though by now the pretense they were just coworkers was ridiculous. If Thirteen or Chase hadn’t blabbed by now, Taub would’ve. Others would’ve figured it out, like he had. No matter the source, all gossip led to Rome; anyone who’d care about House’s employees would know by now, including House himself. But since they were going for a professional appearance, Amber dropped off the folders at the clinic reception with no more than a glance and eyebrow raise at Eric, then returned to the locker room to switch her lab coat for her winter one. She took advantage of the moment to freshen up her makeup, realign her askew skirt, and run a brush through her hair. She didn’t care if Eric liked her messy-birds’-nest look, she was happiest when every detail of hers was perfectly in place.
So it took her a while to return to the parking lot. She headed straight for his car, walking briskly to warm up with the sudden temperature drop by going outside.