Amber returned House's smile, easy and slow. This felt good. Most anyone she faced wasn't worth the effort of stamping into nothingness; most didn't even have the energy to scream before she stepped on them. Maybe that was why she'd been attracted to Eric. He held his own. They were a match in will, determination, and confidence. She could push him, but never break him.
House, though, took it to the next level. Eric she could trust. House, never. She took her time in uncrossing her legs, in shifting, poising her torso just so, erect and tall. Even so, she looked down at him. He'd liked the sexual allure. Well, this was her, playing that card. Amber knew damn well how to use sex to her advantage. "You and Foreman, huh" she teased, adopting his last name. In this context, flirting with House, it'd have felt a million kinds of wrong to call him Eric. This way, he was someone else; not the person she'd held last night, calming him down from his anger. The one who'd stayed with her through her tears, her panic. And House might notice her emotions, if she used his given name. "He hadn't mentioned that." No way in hell, Amber knew. No way in hell. "But, yeah." Amber's cheeks dimpled; her hair brushed against her face. "I think he might have fun with that." If the thought of her and Thirteen got him going, no reason why she couldn't substitute her nemesis with her boss. They were the same type.
In the middle of the room, separated from House by so many chairs, Amber felt safe in issuing these insinuations. He wouldn't reach her physically, to begin with. And if he called her bluff... well, even if Eric weren't an issue, she wouldn't have been so stupid to give in that fast. Wouldn't have kissed him even once without a written contract of employment. Thing was, she couldn't threaten to sue if he fired her, or refused to hire her, for not delivering sex; even if the legal system did manage to force him into keeping her on his staff, he could make her life impossible, as his employee. But the flirting should be enough. Seemed like House didn't get much else; would settle for that much color in his life. Amber raised her eyebrows. “But that’s a long-term goal; I’m starting small.”
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House, though, took it to the next level. Eric she could trust. House, never. She took her time in uncrossing her legs, in shifting, poising her torso just so, erect and tall. Even so, she looked down at him. He'd liked the sexual allure. Well, this was her, playing that card. Amber knew damn well how to use sex to her advantage. "You and Foreman, huh" she teased, adopting his last name. In this context, flirting with House, it'd have felt a million kinds of wrong to call him Eric. This way, he was someone else; not the person she'd held last night, calming him down from his anger. The one who'd stayed with her through her tears, her panic. And House might notice her emotions, if she used his given name. "He hadn't mentioned that." No way in hell, Amber knew. No way in hell. "But, yeah." Amber's cheeks dimpled; her hair brushed against her face. "I think he might have fun with that." If the thought of her and Thirteen got him going, no reason why she couldn't substitute her nemesis with her boss. They were the same type.
In the middle of the room, separated from House by so many chairs, Amber felt safe in issuing these insinuations. He wouldn't reach her physically, to begin with. And if he called her bluff... well, even if Eric weren't an issue, she wouldn't have been so stupid to give in that fast. Wouldn't have kissed him even once without a written contract of employment. Thing was, she couldn't threaten to sue if he fired her, or refused to hire her, for not delivering sex; even if the legal system did manage to force him into keeping her on his staff, he could make her life impossible, as his employee. But the flirting should be enough. Seemed like House didn't get much else; would settle for that much color in his life. Amber raised her eyebrows. “But that’s a long-term goal; I’m starting small.”