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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 in spring! (glow)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-07 04:41 pm (UTC)(link)
Amber let herself fall onto down to the bed as Eric tugged, curling up around him. Let him kiss her, hold her, shower her with affection. The most she could do was nudge Eric, rubbing her cheek against his, and hum with satisfaction. He was-- still no words. All Amber knew was that she leaned into him, wanting to be nowhere else.

God, she was exhausted, practically numb from ecstasy. Every once in a while a new aftershock washed over her, and she shivered, sensitive, unable to stop her body from singing so much joy.

Still. Despite her haze, his hard, thick erection hadn't escaped her attention. It seemed so distant, hardly related to her, throbbing hot against someone else, though some part of Amber knew that he must be aching with desire and that it was because of her. She blinked, slowly, pupils immense, slowly working through a thought process. He was hard. He wouldn't want to stay that way. Warmth tinged through Amber, making its way past the fog she was traveling through. She could help him with that. Could coax him into her, into coming. Maybe she was too sensitive for that. Just his body around hers, their sweat-- when had they built up so much, they were sliding against one another-- felt like an overkill. Amber rolled her head to the side, breathing shallow, but deep.

Still. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to feel pleasure from her, to feel every inch of him losing control, to know inside and out how his orgasm was. To know how good she made him feel. It’d make her happy, that she could return the favor. Her hips rose, not as another aftershock of the orgasm, but as an encouragement. She wouldn't come again, not any time soon, but she still wanted more. "The condoms," Amber whispered, lazily, somehow finding the strength to cup his face again. "They're in the bed stand, top drawer--"

Taking advantage of the natural lube their bodies had provided, Amber twisted so that her back was to him for the second time this evening. Earlier, it had been to hide her vulnerability; now, it was because on her side, with him aligned against her back, there'd be less stimulation to where she felt sore. Amber's breath quickened in anticipation; sucked on her lip in anticipation. Wriggled and bent her upper leg forward to give him the space to enter. To invite him.
amber_v: Amber in spring! (glow)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-07 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Another shiver as Eric felt up the back of her thigh-- oh, god, he had no idea what he was doing to her, did he-- and one more held breath as he oh so meticulously penetrated her. Amber's vagina expanded, stretching to fit him. Even though Eric had opened her up earlier, teasing her with those three thrusting fingers, Amber felt narrow, like she was closing up from all the stimulation. And, damn, that latex, it-- she'd never fucked without it, didn't know how else a dick could feel inside her, but she suddenly wished she could have that real contact. His dick direct in her vagina. Maybe there'd be more texture, less gloss. Maybe hotter, too. At any rate, the fact that she was soaking, sopping wet made him gliding in easier, though she wish he hadn't drawn out that first entry so much. She smiled when he breathed out her name, going on about how good she felt. Yeah, that's what she wanted to hear. "I'm glad, baby," she murmured, claiming the term without even realizing it.

It was already too much. Amber held back her gasps, shaking with each impulse of Eric's entrance, exit. But near-pain or no, she wasn't going to give this up. This felt good, too, in its own way. The satisfaction of pleasuring him even when she felt ready to drift off into an eternal sleep. Amber didn't care how rubbed raw she was, she wanted Eric to come inside her. Because he was hers. She was marking her territory, claiming him for herself, even if she'd have laughed incredulously, at herself, for thinking so. It was illogical, but she felt it. "Keep going," she gasped, and ground her hips weakly, to prove her point. Clenched her hand over his, pulling both into her stomach; entwined their fingers and squeezed, anchoring herself on that hold. Delivered herself to another timelessness, now punctuated by Eric's obscene sounds, the shuddering of his body behind hers, the direction of his penis as he drove into her. Rocked back, encouraging him to pick up the speed.
amber_v: Hiya, lips. Why so sad? (lips)

[personal profile] amber_v 2009-11-07 09:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Amber was only sorry that she wasn't more conscious for this moment; if she were fully alert, aware of each electrifying, pounding detail, this would have been amazing. Would've treasured for long afterward the memory, reliving each sensation. As it was, she let herself tune out, shelling into herself. She must be really out of it, because she couldn't even tell when Eric came; didn't notice when his thrusts ebbed into rolls, when his hardness softened. Did notice when he stilled; turned her face to press her open, slack lips against his head. Couldn't even tell what part she was touching. That one action took everything that was left in her, and Amber's head fell against the pillow. Her whole body gave in, sagging against the mattress, finally accepting rest. By the time Eric hugged her again, she was fast asleep.