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eric_foreman ([personal profile] eric_foreman) wrote in [community profile] alwaysright2009-10-19 09:00 pm

October 30, 2007 - Evening

For the rest of the afternoon, Foreman found himself chuckling at odd moments. He'd be in the middle of the monstrous pile of paperwork, his back cramping from leaning over, his eyes aching, and all of a sudden he'd realize he was grinning like an idiot. He'd glance up, glad that there wasn't anyone to catch him at it, and think of Amber suffering horribly down in the clinic, and shake his head before going back to work. She'd be tired after a long day, and if her reaction to the usual run of mild complaints was anything like his, she'd be too tired to do much tonight other than go home and collapse. Foreman could spare some compassion then: he'd offer to cook, or at least, to order something in. Hell, even massage her feet if she wanted. The fact that he was going with her--that she'd invited him again, and that he already had all the things he'd need waiting in his car--buoyed him up, even when the stack of consult requests only seemed to get stupider the deeper he delved into them.

By twenty to five, Foreman had sent form letter replies to as many idiot doctors as he could without losing his faith in humanity. He'd go down and let the candidates off early, be magnanimous for as long as he could afford to be. He needed to ingratiate himself with them somehow, even if was only by knocking fifteen minutes off their drudgery. Cuddy could hardly complain: she'd been underusing six of the most talented doctors in the hospital for most of the day, and, Foreman knew--since they had to be sharing Cameron and Chase's old salaries among them--for a pittance. House was a bastard, but days like this were ones Cuddy probably counted as a win in their perpetual battle.

Foreman turned of the computer, turned off the lights, and grabbed his coat. He wouldn't bother with his briefcase tonight; he wasn't planning on sucking up to Cuddy any more than he'd be compromising with House. If he'd gotten his own office and his own staff like he'd asked for, then she could think about making him stay late trudging through House's paperwork.

He arrived in the clinic five minutes later. The first person he saw was Brennan, who only gave him a mildly disgruntled stare when Foreman gave him permission to go. He snorted, but he seemed glad enough to go and tell the others that they were off the hook.

Foreman checked the board to see which exam room Amber was in with her last patient, and, leaving his coat at the nurses' station, he went and knocked on the door. He was already sure that everyone in the whole hospital was well aware of what was going on between him and Amber. That didn't mean that he had to confirm all their suspicions--but he could also take a few liberties that he might not have if they were still being 'discreet'. Feeling pleased with himself, he opened it just enough to stick his head in and said, with as much seriousness as he could muster, "Dr. Volakis, could I have a word with you?"
amber_v: amber shows off (smug!topless)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-01 08:57 pm (UTC)(link)
Slow beats of arousal, hard and deep like a drum, filled Amber, making her grow wetter with every second that passed. She didn't know if it was because Eric was unbuttoning her shirt with such obvious relish, drawing out his motions, or if it was because he was obeyind her command. Whatever it was, it worked.

Oh, god, did she want anything else. She wanted his hands on her breasts, wanted him to get through her remaining layers and squeeze her ass, wanted to get on her knees and suck him til he came, wanted him to slide into her now, hot and hard. Amber wanted everything. And he was offering. By the terms of their bet, she got to decide. Her chest heaved, eyes widening slightly as she tried to choose quickly amongst so many options.

How far could she push him? Most anything she cared to ask for he'd be happy to do-- what would make him balk? It'd be easy enough to embarrass him: make him dance naked and alone, sing for her. But, no. Amber's heart tightened at the thought of humiliating him; he'd hate that. Never again would make him repeat what he’d gone through in front of everyone on Friday, when he’d been laughed at for caring about her. This wasn't about that. So she closed her eyes, reveled in his kisses for a few moments. Tried to feel out what she wanted. Every kiss and touch of Eric's sent shocks of joy that spread throughout all of her, lighting her up with pleasure and anticipation. She found herself pulling him in closer, trapping herself between him and the desk. "I want everything off," Amber said, reaching for his belt and unbuckling it.
amber_v: Smug Amber is smug (smug)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-02 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
His reaction was immediate, sharply hissing the moment her hands touched his midriff. It was hard to focus enough to complete the rest, when all Amber wanted was to watch how he jolted, as if he'd held back a greater movement. But from ease of practice she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, encouraging the entire unit down by sliding it down his ass. If she let her touch linger, appreciating the firmness of his rear, that's what they were here for, wasn't it.

And then Amber was tilting back at his assault, shivering over and over and gasping softly as Eric persistently zeroed in on her sensitive spots. She had to maneuver her arms to untangle herself from her bra, the obnoxious thing, but it was soon forgotten in the wake of Eric's attentions to her chest. "And here I thought you didn't like bad jokes," Amber moaned, only partially because of the pun. "If you can make bad jokes, then you can take--" Her words cut off abruptly, her back arching into Eric's mouth, hips rocking. She whined breathlessly. His beard, the wet suction, the scent of him right beneath her nose, it all filled her with a suffusion of tingling pleasure. It was good, just right, light, and not nearly enough, not what she'd had in mind. "I'm still dressed," she managed to gasp, contradicting her own worlds as she curved her arms over his head and encouraged his mouth over her breast. "So are you. I want it all off-- the clothes, you smartass." Amber smiled at him, amused despite his nitpicking. The soft light really did him justice, accentuating the sharpness of his muscles, casting him a slight silver tone. God, she loved looking at him. Loved feeling, smelling, being with him.
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[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-02 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Through half-lidded eyes Amber paid rapt attention to Eric undressing himself, breathing faster as more and more of skin became visible. She wanted to see him. All of him. Wanted to see how hard he'd become, for her, wanted to drink in the sight of his entire naked form. She was disappointed, however, when he became distracted from the objective she'd given him and focused on touching her.

A flicker of foreboding cut through Amber's haze of pleasure as Eric broached her thighs, fingers slipping up to her vagina. She was suddenly reminded of the night before, when he'd gone down on her when she wasn't ready, and the memory made her return his kiss quietly, having difficulty matching his passion. She was almost glad for the barrier provided by the nylons. And just as quickly she flared with indignation; she would not allow a repeat of that disaster. This, what they were doing, was fucking hot, and she wanted this, even if Eric occasionally swerved from her immediate intentions. And the beauty of tonight was that she got to decide what happened when.

So Amber kissed him back, hard, sucking on his lower lip and then biting just enough for him to feel it. Her hand covered his, directing it to the safer ground of her thigh. "You will," Amber promised as she broke their kiss, staring intently into his eyes. "Soon." When she decided the time had come.

Her gaze turned back to his crotch. That was still what she wanted. Them to be naked. If he couldn't finish the task, then she would. She hooked a finger around the band of her nylons and thong, shoving them down and then kicking them off. At once she felt cooler, but sexier, too. She smiled, knowing that Eric would be even more turned on by her nudity. The only item remaining on her was her pearl necklace, weighing down lightly on her collar bone, and she allowed herself to pose a bit, hands on her hips.

Amber knew what she wanted next. She sank to her knees, pushing Eric just enough to have the space she needed, and pulled down his shorts until it pooled to the floor. Yes. The desk blocked any of the available light coming through the curtains, but this part was no mystery to her, either. She guided herself by following the curve of his thighs, palming their smooth, slickening surface; his scent was so strong here, more sweat and no cologne. Just Eric. Amber couldn't resist holding her face up his thigh, breathing in deep through her nose. And he was so hot, just to the side; Amber wanted so badly to go straight to that center, sense for herself his erection. But she wanted to tease, too. With a slight moan, Amber laid kisses along his hip bone; nuzzled where it jutted out the most. She was growing so aroused she could feel her wetness seep out beyond her lips; god she wanted to reach a hand between her legs and stroke herself. But instead she took hold of his ass, one hand on each side, prompting him nearer, turning her head just so to rub her cheek against his erection, his pubic hairs. Fuck, he was already so hard. For her. She made herself take in air—she’d need that—and enveloped his dick with her mouth, half-covering him. God, this, this. Amber wanted to make him go crazy.
amber_v: amber shows off (smug!topless)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-02 11:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck, this was hot. Amber could taste the rapid beat of Eric's heart; hear the pounding of his blood; smell his musk where it was strongest. Looking up at the touch to her cheek, she saw his eyes shining down at her, watching her, and god that was amazing. If she kept on breathing, fast and shallow, and sucking on his dick, it was only by sheer instinct. Thoughts were fast abandoning her.

She'd meant this as a quick feature of their night, just a bit of fun before settling in for a good, hard fuck, but Eric's reaction, his pleading, his imploring thrusts, it made her want to give it to him, make him see stars. And now with his dick in her mouth, hard and salty and thick and so full, Amber couldn't have stopped herself even if she'd wanted to. And the condoms were all the way in the bedroom, anyway. This was instant gratification. So Amber stayed on her knees, bobbing her head just so as to cover the tip of his dick. God. She gripped his ass tight, squeezing, and moaned. If she could just touch herself, she’d explode, shuddering with orgasm. But later. Later.

For now she let herself take in more of him, slow, pressing her lips tight around his shaft and sucking, tonguing the bottom of his dick. She'd make him come. Make him beg, like he was now, make him scream. Maybe he'd even let out her name. How about that. One hand delved into his ass crack, as she forgot that he might not appreciate that, and the other one slid forward to cup one of his balls, clenched so tight to his body. She didn't do more than hint and tease with her touch, seeking out from his reaction what he wanted. By now her back was aching a bit from the position, and her knees protested against being scraped on the carpet. Some strands of her had even entered her mouth. None of this mattered, in the face of Amber's excitement. She'd engulfed as much of Eric as she could, without provoking her gag reflex, and worked her jaw, creating more spit; began to take him in and out at a quick rhythm, obscenely wet sounds accompanying her movements as she fucked him with her mouth. He seemed close, Amber was sure he could make him come soon.
amber_v: Aw, man, don't pout at me (lean)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-03 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yeah, like that, just like that. Amber wished her mouth wasn't occupied, wished she could tell him how hot he was, how he should come for her. His own pleas and groans filled that lack, and every time he uttered her name, choked out like he had no control-- Amber didn't know how she didn't come from just that. Fuck, she loved hearing how much she affected him. Sure he was hard, and the taste of pre-come filled her senses, but physical stimulus alone could do that. If he kept calling her name like that, maybe she'd gotten in him. In his head, and elsewhere.

It made Amber feel powerful. Good. Warm. Sexy. She never wanted to let this feeling go.

As Eric's tremors became stronger, his tumbling sounds more irregular, Amber quickened her pace, penetrating his crack more, applying pressure to his asshole; stroked the ball she held. Amber wanted him to feel every bit of his orgasm; to flush with yearning whenever he thought back on it. Wanted him to keep coming back for more because no one else could ever compare. And then there was that wonderful moment of stillness—it sang of victory-- before he shuddered even more, groaning harder than he had so far. It hurt to smile around his dick, but Amber did, smug as she sucked him, doing everything she could to draw out his orgasm. She did pull back her head a bit, opened her lips wider to protect herself from his helpless, erratic thrusts. Even as his pulses died down, his penis starting to decrease in size, Amber kept on, encouraging him with her tongue. Only when she was certain he was drained did she carefully let his penis slide out of her mouth; swallowed his bitter come, kissed his groin tenderly, her hands smoothing down the back of his thighs.

Amber looked up at him, grinning, and then clambered to her feet. Kissed his mouth-- he hadn't objected, that first night, to tasting her after she'd blown him-- deep, demanding. Her body still strummed in demand for release, but making Eric come like that had been a satisfaction in and of itself. "That was amazing," she whispered, "And so hot. So fucking hot, Eric.”

They couldn't fuck in the immediate future-- it was her own fault, and she cheerfully accepted the responsibility-- but they could before long, certainly. Eric had proven his stamina in their previous experiences. And as a stopgap measure, he could bring her pleasure in other ways. Amber took Eric's hand, pressed her lips to his knuckles, tenderly at first, then fervently; pushed it down her body, down her sternum, down her abdomen, then round to the swell of her hip. "You wanted to touch me-- now you can." How did she want this? She couldn't even have explained why, only that it felt so right: she turned over, supporting the base of her hands on the table, exposing her behind to him. Her legs spread slightly. Didn't think about how he wouldn't be able to look into her face like this, and see just how weak she'd be in this moment of indomitable lust. "I need you inside of me," she said, voice almost wavering with desire. And to avoid any misunderstandings, "Your fingers, please, in my vagina--"
amber_v: Aw, man, don't pout at me (lean)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-03 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
Amber broke. "Oh, god," she whimpered. "More, everything, please--" She didn't know how to tell him what she needed, for him to wrap her up, to cover her, to kiss her along her neck, to massage her stomach, to cup her breasts, to-- to surprise her. This wasn't enough, too cold, too distant. He'd ignored earlier what she wanted, making jokes about how she needed to be more specific about what (who) needed to get off, and now he was following her instructions literally, and it wouldn't do, it wouldn't do. In an erratic burst of resentment, Amber wished he could read her mind-- not everything, she'd keep most everything to herself, but enough for him to know exactly what she wanted, and when. "Eric," she let out, and tried to stand up, to let the warmth of his torso warm her back, to feel his breath against her cheek as she turned her face towards him, but she was stuck to the spot, not wanting to change what already felt so good, so overwhelming, so strong. She wasn't a machine, touch a button and make it go. "Touch me, anything, I want to feel you, all over, please--"

The smooth polish of the desk was slippery as it was, and her sweaty palms made it impossible to hold on firmly; even as Eric held her stomach, Amber slid with every tremor of her body. Couldn't anchor herself. She cried out, unable to stop the sounds of her pleasure, loud and frequently interrupted by sharp intakes of breath. It felt so good, Eric playing with her wetness, and god, that blew her mind, imagining how slick his fingers were now, covered with her arousal, and how it only helped him to drive into her faster, harder, more directed. Amber bent her head, eyes closed, rolling her hips because she couldn't help it, because that motion was instinct itself. She didn't notice how her hair brushed against her face, or how she was standing on tip-toe as if that would bring her nearer to heaven, for her world had narrowed down to the ecstasy rippling through her, the roar of building climax. Couldn't even distinguish scents anymore, overwhelmed with the aftertaste of his come, the strenghtening odor of their sweat. But that finger, its relentless stroking, it wouldn't be enough. Amber tilted her face towards Eric, asking without realizing herself that it was a request for more-- a kiss, a bite, a caress. Her lips parted with the unexpressed hope.
amber_v: Amber in spring! (glow)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-04 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
Oh, yes, oh please, fuck yes, he understood. Amber whimpered her appreciation, so glad, and it wasn't just because of the pleasure, though there was that, and it was amazing, so perfect, washing her over from head to toe, but her happiness was because he'd gotten it, he'd given her what she needed, even when she couldn't say what it was. She reveled his heat, rubbing against his chest, and it was so sexy, his nipples against so unexpected a place, his chin digging into the back of her neck, beard scratching her where she was so sensitive. And he was opening her up so wide, filling her, stroking, until she couldn't have taken anymore, so hard, so good, it was almost like being fucked with the real thing. She probed against his tongue with her own, flicking, the moist sensation heightening her thrill.

Her climax was building up, and Amber was almost there, so close, just a bit more, if he'd just touch her clit, that'd be it. Amber wanted to tell him, trying to mold her mouth into forming consonants, but as if Eric had read her mind, he did precisely what she needed, touching her lightly but insistently.

There. That. She was gone. Amber closed her eyes, let go. For all the noise she'd just been making, Amber was quiet as the orgasm flourished inside her, just a few soft gasps. She was still, only quivering slightly. It was as if all the emotion had been directed inside, and she felt it with the intensity of facing a large, open bonfire. Amber quivered for a moment, her heartbeat paused. And then she was crying out, shaking, rocking on his fingers, riding out this feeling for as long as she could. For a moment she just forgot it all, caught in the aftershock.

When Amber came back to reality, she was panting, soaked in sweat, and still covered by Eric. And couldn't have felt better. She twisted her head again to look into his eyes, since she'd straightened herself out and faced forward during her orgasm. Seeing his satisfaction, so clear in his expression, the pleasure glinting in his eyes, Amber actually did feel better. Warm, fulfilled. "God, Eric, that was--" she had no words for what that was. There were no comparisons. She didn't know if she'd ever come that hard before. Then again, her brain wasn't up for rigorous thinking right then. Amber mentally reviewed what had just happened, to try to get her bearings-- and when she remembered, she started to laugh, the sound coloured with her endorphin-filled joy. "I can't believe you called me 'baby.'" So cheesy, like a porn video or some asinine romance movie, but coming from him, at that moment, it had worked for her. Amber blushed, realizing how much she'd liked it. Never in her life did she expect that term would make her do anything but roll her eyes. But his tone, low and melodic, his sincerity, she'd been drawn by that. It'd been a part of what made her come.
amber_v: Hiya, lips. Why so sad? (lips)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-04 02:35 am (UTC)(link)
Amber closed her hands over his forearms, smiling softly, glowing. This was perfect. Exactly how she'd wanted it-- well, not exactly, there had been some missteps. But they'd worked their way around them, Eric picking up on her cues when she wasn't content and changing his actions accordingly. Amber felt good. Safe. She sighed and rubbed her cheek back at the parts of him she could reach that way, each and every one of her senses humming with satisfaction. Amber was floating, lying on her very own cloud nine. All she wanted now was to find a soft surface and be there with him, languorously kissing and touching and smiling at each other.

Amber noticed the sharpness of his movement, wondered at it even through the haze of her afterglow. And then Eric wasn't there, and she missed him at once, the air nowhere near as satisfying as his warm torso. Amber stood up, wincing slightly at the ache that had crept into her lower back without her noticing, and turned towards him, brushing away the strands of hair that where still plastered to her forehead and neck. And then he asked that question. She heard his anger, caught the glower even in the near-darkness.

No. No. Amber blinked, her hands clasping quickly over her abdomen. Not now, why now, when everything was working out so well. "No," Amber whispered, vehemently. "Don't-- It was perfect." She reached up, cupping his cheek. Smirked wanly. "I'll deny it on my grandmother's grave if you tell anyone, but, actually, it was pretty hot." Amber took in a deep breath; god, she only wanted to kiss him, to make him not get caught up in this, to misunderstand what had only been amusement and embarrassment. And maybe it was the endorphins, but Amber let herself do so, refusing to be as paranoid about his reactions as she had recently been. Softly, like a butterfly landing on a petal, Amber brushed his lips with hers. What she wanted tonight, she got—that was the deal. And she’d decided he couldn’t get pissed at her over a few words. She simply wouldn’t have it.
amber_v: Amber in spring! (glow)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-05 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
Amber's glow intensified, her smile warm like spring day. Again Eric's words, calling her gorgeous so easily, made her heart pick up speed, doing its best to thud hard in her post-orgasm laziness. She believed him, just as much as when he'd said she made him feel good. But now it wasn't frightening. Amber felt immune, protected by their bet, by how much was under her control. His-- their-- feelings were definitely out of her grasp, but at this moment, fulfilled and with complete decision power, she could pretend that they were. Hadn't she just stopped his anger from ruining the moment?

Eric was still terrible at saying what he meant, but she thought she had an idea of what he was hinting at, now. "Oh, yeah?" Amber challenged, breathing in deeply with his mouth caressing her throat. "Do it." She wanted it. Wanted to hear him call her baby, wanted that spontaneous, natural affection. Didn't care that if it'd come from anyone else, she'd have told them off; all that mattered to her was that he meant it with whatever emotion he had. And Amber didn't know how, since she'd just come, but the thought of it, sent a jolt straight to her clit; made her wetter. Her arms folded around him, below his armpits, and she rose up into him, her bare, sweaty breasts pressing against his chest. Closed her eyes as she brushed her cheek against his, her chin resting on his shoulder. She wanted him, so much.

"Yeah," she murmured, nodding. It was about time they got horizontal.
amber_v: Hiya, lips. Why so sad? (lips)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-05 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
Amber waited: maybe he'd drawl it out, purposefully dramatic and cheesy. Or maybe he'd whisper it, repeating the word as he nuzzled her neck. But all that came was a promise.

She frowned, her arms slipping down slightly as her hold loosened; she'd told him to call her that. Later wasn’t good, she wanted it now. Hadn't he understood? Did he think that some of her decisions were optional, do only if you fucking feel like it? He'd felt like it when he'd had his fingers up her vagina, why not now?

It was hardly a big deal-- two syllables-- and if he didn't want to, then he didn't want to. When they set the terms, she'd asked him for his limits; he'd said he didn't know, and that he'd find them with her. Okay. Amber sighed. It was idiotic and made no sense, but she'd agreed, and Eric did have this right.

It shouldn't have mattered, but the refusal weighed on her, sinking in her chest. Amber slipped out of his arms. She wasn't really in charge. Sure she could call the shots, but the Eric got the final word; everything she wanted hinged on his approval. And if he couldn't call her one stupid endearment she wouldn't have ever thought of craving, before he himself had used it, what else would he refuse?

Amber tried to shove her disappointment aside, taking his hand and lightly covering it with hers. "Okay," she answered quietly. She couldn't get angry. She'd agreed to respect his boundaries, and that was that. Even if it felt like a slap to the face. Turning towards the bedroom, Amber was glad that it was dark; that he couldn't see her face as she led him; that she'd have these few seconds to recompose herself.
amber_v: How daaaaaaaaare you (suspicious)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-05 03:49 am (UTC)(link)
Amber took a deep breath, and then another, trying to become calm in what little time she had. She was just-- just so embarrassed. Embarassed that she'd reacted so strongly to so fucking stupid a word, embarassed that she'd wanted to hear it-- hear Eric and, oh god, that warm tone he'd used, like the one candlelight in the middle of darkness-- so badly, and so unbelievably embarrassed at how upset she was now. And how fucking could he, it was just a word, couldn't he have said it? It'd have been so easy. She could call him a baby right now. It'd be easy. Her grasp on his hand tightened. That's what he was, after all, just a big baby, one who couldn't make porno-doctor jokes without getting flustered and who couldn't follow the fucking rules. How sexy was that?

So firmly she'd been striding ahead that when Eric stopped, she accidentally went on a step or two without him, their contact broken. Something vicious flared in Amber, deliciously validating her anger. Good. Better this way. If he was going to start digging his heels, let him dig them in all the way. If he wouldn't do what she said, then let him fucking not do any of it. She hadn't forced him into accepting the bet and her position. This wasn't the Diagnostics Department, where he'd be her superior no matter how they fucked or how pathetically doe-eyed they got over one another. They'd promised, and if he hadn't been willing to follow through with the terms, he shouldn't have misled her by agreeing.

So she whirled around, hair whipping, and she squared her shoulders, daring him to spit out whatever crap he had in that head of his. He was a shadow in the doorway, unreadable. Her nostrils flared as he spoke, clenched fists flying to rest on her hips. "I wanted you to say it!" Amber exclaimed, lashing out. She'd wanted him to say it as a joke, for them to laugh and bond over it. "And to mean it, whatever the fuck that's supposed to mean!" He'd been-- it'd been just so right, tender and caring and she'd felt so good at that moment, safe. The very opposite of how she felt now. Naked. Sticky. Amber lowered her face slightly, fingertips at her temples. Burned quietly. "How could you mean it one moment, and not the next?" If she'd been yelling before, now she was subdued, eyes closed. Fuck. Fuck.
amber_v: How daaaaaaaaare you (suspicious)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-05 06:16 pm (UTC)(link)
No, fuck no. Amber wanted to push him away, and she put her palms to his chest, ready to shove, because he couldn't fucking do this, he couldn't treat her like a princess one second, freeze up and yell at her the next, and then fucking envelope her like that'd make up for that moment of pure asshole. Because he was still an asshole and he still hurt her and if he could change his feelings that fast, flipping them as easy as a dime, then she didn't want it, she didn't want any of it. He could go find himself some other girl who'd simper along with that volatile behavior, and fuck her, and fuck himself. Amber did pull away, and drew in a huff of air when Eric refused to go along with it, insisting on closing himself in on her. Fuck that. It was against her will that he spoke to her, explaining himself. He was gentle, and her bitterness at hearing that caressing tone when she was so angry made her eyes sting. Fuck. He couldn't do this to her. She wasn't-- he had to stop treating her like she was fragile.

And then. He called her that stupid word again, worried, upset that she was upset, and it was dark, she couldn't see his face, but he held her so carefully, cradling, practically. Even his breath was tentative, as if he might blow her away. Tears spilled from Amber's eyes before she'd realized they'd built up. Fuck. And what did it mean, that he cared about her? How much? How? Like, he'd be sorry if she vanished, but he'd forget her when the next bit of news came in? Or was it more? How much more? And then it was honey, yet another word she'd never thought to apply to herself, and it hurt to hear him say it like he meant it, because how could he do this to her, yet another fucking ridiculous endearment. As if the first hadn't caused enough damage. Now she cried in earnest. Damn it, she hadn't cried since she'd been rejected for that fellowship at Mayo. Amber covered her face, hiding. "Fuck you, Eric." She said it with a sob, unable to stop that sound. "Oh, god, fuck you--" And the next thing she knew, she was clutching him, arms squeezed around his neck, her cheek to his, because she was mortified, because she couldn't bear if it he turned away from her again. She just didn't know how to believe him, at this moment, from now on.

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