Well, if Eric was going to laugh upon seeing her, he couldn't be too upset by her nabbing his hoodie. Her hoodie, now. Finders, keepers. She might start wearing other shirts of his, too, once the scent had worn off this one. Amber hugged him when she realized he wouldn't burn either one of them by doing so, and accepted his quick kiss, happiness trilling inside her like a firework's sparkle.
"Does that mean we don't get breakfast tomorrow?" Amber asked as he whisked away to focus his attention on the omelet. She'd be jealous, but she was about to eat them. There were, of course, other implications to his suggestion and her joke: that they'd wake up in the same bed tomorrow too, and that, therefore, they'd spend the night together. And if they were together now, they'd likely stay that way for the rest of the day.
The thought disquieted Amber. She was glad to have something to do, gathering mugs and plates. A few brief conversations aside, they hadn't ever really talked, much less spent time together. The sex was crazy good, sure, and she knew they could get really wrapped up in a game, from their second 'date.' But would they actually enjoy whiling a day away with one another? It'd suck if it turned out they couldn't; all these feelings she had for him would be for nothing.
Amber pulled out the bread spreads from out of the fridge and carried them over to the dining table; if he'd gone through that much trouble of making a multi-course breakfast, she wanted to enjoy it fully, properly. She poured them their coffee, inserting sugar into his, milk into hers. How did Eric spend his Saturdays? She knew enough to blackmail him and to make him come, and she knew about his brother, but other than that-- House was probably was more knowledgeable. Great, one more person to be jealous of. "Did you have any plans for today?" she asked, hoping to sound casual and not at all as if she were fishing for information.
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"Does that mean we don't get breakfast tomorrow?" Amber asked as he whisked away to focus his attention on the omelet. She'd be jealous, but she was about to eat them. There were, of course, other implications to his suggestion and her joke: that they'd wake up in the same bed tomorrow too, and that, therefore, they'd spend the night together. And if they were together now, they'd likely stay that way for the rest of the day.
The thought disquieted Amber. She was glad to have something to do, gathering mugs and plates. A few brief conversations aside, they hadn't ever really talked, much less spent time together. The sex was crazy good, sure, and she knew they could get really wrapped up in a game, from their second 'date.' But would they actually enjoy whiling a day away with one another? It'd suck if it turned out they couldn't; all these feelings she had for him would be for nothing.
Amber pulled out the bread spreads from out of the fridge and carried them over to the dining table; if he'd gone through that much trouble of making a multi-course breakfast, she wanted to enjoy it fully, properly. She poured them their coffee, inserting sugar into his, milk into hers. How did Eric spend his Saturdays? She knew enough to blackmail him and to make him come, and she knew about his brother, but other than that-- House was probably was more knowledgeable. Great, one more person to be jealous of. "Did you have any plans for today?" she asked, hoping to sound casual and not at all as if she were fishing for information.