Foreman nodded slightly as Amber spoke. He'd had a feeling it had been something like that, although he hadn't really been able to put it into words even for himself. Seemed like a strange thing for her to bring up now, when they were fighting, and he'd thought it had worried her more than she wanted to say. He'd never once thought sex was their problem. If anything it was so simple that they could fall into each other's arms and pretend the world away. Like now: he was relaxed again, almost as comfortable as he had been lying next to her this morning. The fact that they could lie around talking, that meant something, and he wanted Amber to know it too.
It was easier to talk about them; he wouldn't have thought it was true even a few days ago. Telling Amber that he liked her, that being with her meant something--he'd gotten just as tied up in knots about that at first. Now that the issue was something even more intensely personal to him than his feelings for her, which bubbled warmly to the surface every time they were close like this. He'd been protective of his family and what people knew about them for most of his life, especially since Marcus started having problems while Foreman was in college. His instinct to keep his mouth shut had intensified while he worked for House. The best defense was to be boring, and to be boring there had to be nothing interesting about his life; nothing worth telling. If it wasn't worth telling, then it wouldn't matter when House inevitably found out anyway and taunted him with it.
Apologizing for the fight again wouldn't get them past it. He'd said his piece and he'd leave it at that. "I liked being with you," he said. Not the fighting, although even that hadn't been as intense as some of their earlier shouting matches. He'd wanted to walk out at one point, but only to protect his own damn self, never because he'd been upset with Amber. He grinned lightly. "Picturing you sitting on your brothers. I bet you had pigtails." His shoulders shook slightly, but he kept the laughter silent, at least, even if she'd see it dancing in his eyes. "You know--" Heat rose to his face, but maybe he was finally ready to say it. "You know what you can do to me. Like last night. But that's not all I want with you."
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It was easier to talk about them; he wouldn't have thought it was true even a few days ago. Telling Amber that he liked her, that being with her meant something--he'd gotten just as tied up in knots about that at first. Now that the issue was something even more intensely personal to him than his feelings for her, which bubbled warmly to the surface every time they were close like this. He'd been protective of his family and what people knew about them for most of his life, especially since Marcus started having problems while Foreman was in college. His instinct to keep his mouth shut had intensified while he worked for House. The best defense was to be boring, and to be boring there had to be nothing interesting about his life; nothing worth telling. If it wasn't worth telling, then it wouldn't matter when House inevitably found out anyway and taunted him with it.
Apologizing for the fight again wouldn't get them past it. He'd said his piece and he'd leave it at that. "I liked being with you," he said. Not the fighting, although even that hadn't been as intense as some of their earlier shouting matches. He'd wanted to walk out at one point, but only to protect his own damn self, never because he'd been upset with Amber. He grinned lightly. "Picturing you sitting on your brothers. I bet you had pigtails." His shoulders shook slightly, but he kept the laughter silent, at least, even if she'd see it dancing in his eyes. "You know--" Heat rose to his face, but maybe he was finally ready to say it. "You know what you can do to me. Like last night. But that's not all I want with you."