Amber squeezed her eyes tighter as Eric retracted. Damn, damn, damn. It didn't seem fair. It never seemed fair, every time they had to pull apart. She knew they had Friday, and however many days they wanted, after that, but she wanted Eric now-- sexually, yes, but-- just to be with him. Saturday morning was going to be glorious, the first time they'd wake up together and they could simply be. Could linger in bed, fool around, and.... hold each other. (Amber wouldn't let herself think of the word "cuddle." She wouldn't.)

With a sigh that went all the way down to her abdomen, Amber mirrored Eric and left the car on her side, her hand resting on the strap of her purse. She'd have to hit the locker room, to get her lab coat and put her purse away; then off it was to the classroom, to await either more Houselessness or start up a day of hectic case-solving. As much as she loved a good case, Amber half-hoped there wouldn't be one for the next few days; it might mean spending the weekend in the hospital. And she doubted she could convince Eric to sneak off to a quiet corner to pass the time while they waited for whatever tests to finish up. No, best let these days be boring.