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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?"
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?"
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His heart nearly stopped when Amber offered more. Foreman wanted to ask you sure? but Amber wouldn't say it if she didn't mean it. Her hand brushing his cheek was an assurance, a promise. "Yeah. Okay." He rolled off her, to his back. Cold air swept down his chest as soon as he lost contact with Amber. It wasn't his room, and he was unfamiliar with the furniture, but his groping hand finally knocked against the bed stand. He found the drawer, jerking it open at last, and fumbled inside. The condoms were in a box, which Foreman tore in his hurry.
He hated the awkwardness of the condoms--ripping a packet open in the darkness, tossing the foil away where it wouldn't get lost in the sheets, and then rolling the latex over his erection. Fuck. They were both doctors, it wasn't like they couldn't get tested and Amber could get a prescription for the pill, and then they could skip this step entirely. He'd think about it. Ask her. Later, when he was capable of rational thought. He'd already been rubbing against Amber's stomach, and between the two of them, there'd been more than enough sweat to ease the condom on without chafing. His own hand squeezing his dick was such a relief, pressure giving way to pleasure, and the anticipation that soon he'd have more only made it better.
When he rolled back again, to find Amber, he realized that she'd turned on her side as well. Foreman ran his hand from Amber's ass to the back of her knee. With her leg bent, all Foreman had to do was lean in, close. Holding himself, he guided the tip of his erection against her--still so wet; he let out a huff of air, gulped for another breath--and then, pushing slowly, entered her. "Oh God. Yeah." Foreman pressed his lips against Amber's shoulder, his chest expanding with each panting breath. "Amber, God, you feel so good." He took his time, and it felt like forever until he'd worked his way in fully. He slung an arm over her, around her stomach, and pulled her closer, onto his dick. Beginning to ease into a slow, stroking rhythm. Shuddering as the feelings swam through his nervous system like fire. Amber was tight around him, and even through the latex Foreman could feel each pulse of aftershock from her orgasm. He knew she was sensitive, that she'd already been overwhelmed by sensation. It was impossible to imagine giving this up: all the heat, clamping down on his dick and sending throbs of pleasure through his whole body. He'd have to, though. Be ready to, at least. His voice strained, desperate, he whispered, "Tell me. If it's--nhh. Too much."
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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.
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Both times she'd given him everything, like a gift. Didn't ask him to restrain himself. Demanded, instead, that he lose himself in his own pleasure, first when she'd sucked him off, deep and hard, without once trying to pull away; and now, telling him to keep going even when it couldn't be as good for her. Foreman shuddered again and relaxed. He wasn't going to hold back, but he didn't need to go fast either. He'd already come hard once this evening. This time, he felt warmer and relaxed, glad of Amber's closeness. Each thrust was like another wave against a dam, the tide rising. There didn't seem to be any separation between the growing heat in his groin and the moment when the dam burst. His orgasm was a long, amazing release. Any tension, any energy he'd had left, rushed out of him like the ocean retreating. Foreman moved with it, panting, trembling, enjoying. When he finally stilled, he felt too shaken to even pull out at first. Utterly limp with relaxation, eyelids drooping, mouth slack on Amber's shoulder.
He moved at last, a groan spilling out of him as he disengaged from her, and slipped the condom off his penis. There were tissues on the bed stand. Foreman forced himself not to give in to his own delicious exhaustion until he'd wrapped the condom in a few tissues and dropped it over the side of the bed. Hopefully he'd remember it before he stepped on it. At this point, he couldn't even imagine caring. All he wanted was to wrap himself around Amber and fall asleep. Foreman nuzzled up close behind her, mirroring their position of a moment ago, and draped his arm over her, letting out a sigh as he relaxed completely.
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