Foreman stayed close on Amber's heels as she climbed up the building steps, only a breath behind her when she opened her apartment door. He closed it behind him, throwing the deadbolt shut. He relaxed more then, knowing that they wouldn't be interrupted. That no one could come in and get between them. That was obvious, but physically locking the door had always symbolized more to Foreman. He hadn't had a room of his own as a kid or when he'd first gone to Columbia--couldn't afford an apartment or even a single room in residence, not on his scholarship. Part of knowing he was responsible for himself, that he was a damn adult, had always included having some place where he could go that no one else could enter. The fact that this was Amber's apartment didn't lessen the feeling; Foreman wasn't going to think about why There was a coat tree only a step inside, and Foreman quickly hung up his dry-cleaning bag with his suit, letting his gym bag fall underneath it.
The last thing he wanted was to spend time talking about what came next. They'd covered that in the parking lot, and silently, by holding hands on the drive back. All it took was the two seconds to dispose of his things, and then Foreman turned to Amber, wrapping his arms around her. He wanted to pick up exactly where they'd left off. The kisses that had warmed him even more than the heater. He forgot about going slow, going carefully. She'd said she wanted him. That was enough.
He kissed her firmly, pressing her close against him as he tried to feel as much of her body as he could through her coat and clothes. She tasted like onions and garlic, like he'd imagined when he'd watched her eating her hot dog, but also like that faint strawberry sweetness. Foreman chased that taste down, closing his eyes and licking his way into Amber's mouth. He wasn't interested in slow and definitely not in stop. Not tonight. He needed her, and he let it show in every movement, in the sensation of the kiss. It already felt like the only thing in the world he could concentrate on, and he let that feeling grow without trying to check it.
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The last thing he wanted was to spend time talking about what came next. They'd covered that in the parking lot, and silently, by holding hands on the drive back. All it took was the two seconds to dispose of his things, and then Foreman turned to Amber, wrapping his arms around her. He wanted to pick up exactly where they'd left off. The kisses that had warmed him even more than the heater. He forgot about going slow, going carefully. She'd said she wanted him. That was enough.
He kissed her firmly, pressing her close against him as he tried to feel as much of her body as he could through her coat and clothes. She tasted like onions and garlic, like he'd imagined when he'd watched her eating her hot dog, but also like that faint strawberry sweetness. Foreman chased that taste down, closing his eyes and licking his way into Amber's mouth. He wasn't interested in slow and definitely not in stop. Not tonight. He needed her, and he let it show in every movement, in the sensation of the kiss. It already felt like the only thing in the world he could concentrate on, and he let that feeling grow without trying to check it.