This felt good. Foreman didn't think of it much beyond that. All he needed to know was that he liked having Amber next to him, the evidence of her hip bumping his proving that she was with him. It made up for the fact that they hadn't really had a chance to kiss or cuddle after having sex, or just to lie around basking in how good they were with each other. Why the hell focus on the bad memories if he could bury them again? He'd won time to think about going to Amber's parents' place for Thanksgiving. How bad could it be? He'd met his girlfriends' families before. He'd have to answer a bunch of questions over and over again, and probably rein in his temper, but for Amber's sake, he could do it. If they gave themselves an opening to duck out early, or only stay a day or two, then it would just be a matter of getting through those hours. Not torture, simply making nice. Whatever else they believed, Foreman knew most families didn't sniff at a doctor with a one-of-a-kind specialty.
Knowing the argument was coming helped him prepare for it. The next time Amber brought it up, he'd react better. And the less his family was up for discussion, the better. He'd keep the topic safe, and he wouldn't get broken up over the simple medical fact that his mom wasn't up for guests.
Foreman's bad mood had mostly vanished, as he'd known it would if he could just stop thinking about all the things in his life he couldn't control. Not that he could control Amber, either. But the fact that she was content to lean into him made him feel ten feet tall. That she'd give him a blowjob not because he hoped or asked, but because she had all the determination in the world to make him come as hard as he could--God, that left him smug and stunned at the same time, and overcome with affection.. Marcus, his mom, their Thanksgiving plans, none of that could compare with his satisfaction right now. "It's good coming here when the patient's stable," he said. "Since it's close. House usually paged me before I got home, and this way I at least got to eat."
Concentrating on the menu, he wasn't paying attention to the line behind them until he heard his name. Turning around, he suddenly felt as tongue-tied as a teenager asking a girl out on a first date. "Uh, hi," he said. For one mortifying instant, Foreman couldn't even remember her name. They'd dated. About a month. A year ago. Amber's arm circled his waist, tight as a noose. "Shanelle," he blurted, finally. "How have you been?"
Warning klaxons went off in his skull. Even if Amber hadn't tensed beside him, one more word between her and Shanelle and the whole story would probably come flooding out. Shanelle looked great--fuck, he shouldn't be noticing that--but then, she always had. She had a gym bag hooked over one shoulder: why the hell hadn't he remembered that he sometimes came here with women he'd met at the gym? Shit.
"Good," she said, grinning--and fuck, he knew that grin. She wanted to have fun with him. "How have you been?" Her gaze went to Amber, friendly on the surface, but probably it was all a prelude to teasing him.
Foreman forced a smile. He'd never liked the way she tried to force him to 'lighten up', by teasing him in public, and mocking him for trying to have a little damn dignity. Which was part of why it hadn't lasted. "Shanelle," he said, trying to cut her and Amber off from talking to each other. "This is Amber Volakis."
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Knowing the argument was coming helped him prepare for it. The next time Amber brought it up, he'd react better. And the less his family was up for discussion, the better. He'd keep the topic safe, and he wouldn't get broken up over the simple medical fact that his mom wasn't up for guests.
Foreman's bad mood had mostly vanished, as he'd known it would if he could just stop thinking about all the things in his life he couldn't control. Not that he could control Amber, either. But the fact that she was content to lean into him made him feel ten feet tall. That she'd give him a blowjob not because he hoped or asked, but because she had all the determination in the world to make him come as hard as he could--God, that left him smug and stunned at the same time, and overcome with affection.. Marcus, his mom, their Thanksgiving plans, none of that could compare with his satisfaction right now. "It's good coming here when the patient's stable," he said. "Since it's close. House usually paged me before I got home, and this way I at least got to eat."
Concentrating on the menu, he wasn't paying attention to the line behind them until he heard his name. Turning around, he suddenly felt as tongue-tied as a teenager asking a girl out on a first date. "Uh, hi," he said. For one mortifying instant, Foreman couldn't even remember her name. They'd dated. About a month. A year ago. Amber's arm circled his waist, tight as a noose. "Shanelle," he blurted, finally. "How have you been?"
Warning klaxons went off in his skull. Even if Amber hadn't tensed beside him, one more word between her and Shanelle and the whole story would probably come flooding out. Shanelle looked great--fuck, he shouldn't be noticing that--but then, she always had. She had a gym bag hooked over one shoulder: why the hell hadn't he remembered that he sometimes came here with women he'd met at the gym? Shit.
"Good," she said, grinning--and fuck, he knew that grin. She wanted to have fun with him. "How have you been?" Her gaze went to Amber, friendly on the surface, but probably it was all a prelude to teasing him.
Foreman forced a smile. He'd never liked the way she tried to force him to 'lighten up', by teasing him in public, and mocking him for trying to have a little damn dignity. Which was part of why it hadn't lasted. "Shanelle," he said, trying to cut her and Amber off from talking to each other. "This is Amber Volakis."