Foreman had already been half-awake before the alarm went off. He'd gotten a full night's sleep, and his dreams had gradually faded out as he became aware that he was lying next to Amber, that she'd barely rolled away from him in the night, and that he was vaguely achy from sleeping so deeply that he hadn't moved much in the night. He was too warm and comfortable to get up, but perfectly alert, when Amber slapped the alarm off and called his name.
He opened his eyes, blinking after her long enough to watch her head to the bathroom. The time--yeah, they'd be cutting it close, but he wasn't hampered like Amber was, washing and drying her hair and doing her makeup. He had a few minutes longer.
Sitting up, Foreman swung a his feet over the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes clear of sleep and letting out a spine-cracking yawn. He stood up and--shit. Stepped on the used condom. Cold and slick. Disgusting, but--Foreman chuckled quietly at himself--he knew he would, last night, when he hadn't bothered doing anything about it. He found a garbage can and tossed it in. All his clothes were in the living room, so he'd be walking through Amber's apartment naked. Good thing he'd checked that the curtains were closed last night.
For the moment, he dropped down to the only open space in Amber's bedroom and did thirty quick push-ups, and then the same of crunches. He hadn't been to the gym since the weekend and he wanted to get of the sluggish feeling. Once he'd worked up a bit of sweat, he padded out to the living room, double-checking that he wouldn't be giving any passers-by the surprise of a lifetime, and grabbed his sports bag. God, a toothbrush. Deodorant, cologne, no time for a proper shave though. Usually he could skip a few days without coming out at the end looking like House, so that was fine. He took the bag, and his suit, back to the bedroom, and then went to knock on the bathroom door. Finding it open, he stepped inside, where the air was steamy and moist. "Morning," he said, with a completely satisfied grin at Amber's shadow through the shower curtain. Tugging it open, careful not to let the shower spray on the floor, Foreman stepped in behind her.
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He opened his eyes, blinking after her long enough to watch her head to the bathroom. The time--yeah, they'd be cutting it close, but he wasn't hampered like Amber was, washing and drying her hair and doing her makeup. He had a few minutes longer.
Sitting up, Foreman swung a his feet over the side of the bed, rubbing his eyes clear of sleep and letting out a spine-cracking yawn. He stood up and--shit. Stepped on the used condom. Cold and slick. Disgusting, but--Foreman chuckled quietly at himself--he knew he would, last night, when he hadn't bothered doing anything about it. He found a garbage can and tossed it in. All his clothes were in the living room, so he'd be walking through Amber's apartment naked. Good thing he'd checked that the curtains were closed last night.
For the moment, he dropped down to the only open space in Amber's bedroom and did thirty quick push-ups, and then the same of crunches. He hadn't been to the gym since the weekend and he wanted to get of the sluggish feeling. Once he'd worked up a bit of sweat, he padded out to the living room, double-checking that he wouldn't be giving any passers-by the surprise of a lifetime, and grabbed his sports bag. God, a toothbrush. Deodorant, cologne, no time for a proper shave though. Usually he could skip a few days without coming out at the end looking like House, so that was fine. He took the bag, and his suit, back to the bedroom, and then went to knock on the bathroom door. Finding it open, he stepped inside, where the air was steamy and moist. "Morning," he said, with a completely satisfied grin at Amber's shadow through the shower curtain. Tugging it open, careful not to let the shower spray on the floor, Foreman stepped in behind her.