The way Amber's face lit up when she saw him made Foreman sure that she'd sneak out into the hall, if only for a minute. He'd missed her this morning. Even something as casual as a kiss would hold him throughout the length of the workday, and the hall wasn't even the main entrance to the theatre--nobody was going to see. Amber got up, but she stopped before getting close.
Foreman raised his eyebrows, a surprised chuckle bubbling up. "There's nobody here," he said, as cajoling as possible, before he realized that she wasn't kidding. It wasn't like he'd wanted to get naked. A kiss was all he'd been after. Foreman glanced around the lecture theatre as if he might have missed the crowd rushing in, but no, it was still deserted, and likely to remain so for at least another twenty minutes. The others had pretty much learned that punctuality wasn't ever something House was going to demand of them, and it wasn't like the janitors or the nurses were going to butt in on House's territory. He'd pissed off too many support staff over the years for that to happen.
Maybe he had let his eagerness at seeing Amber overcome his sense of propriety. He pulled back his smile and tried to shrug it off. They'd still have after work, with no prying eyes. She was right. He was the one who wanted to keep their business their own. He'd lost his head for a minute. With a sigh, he nodded. Although he didn't think they'd manage much casual conversation, either. When was their conversation ever casual? He abandoned the door, letting it fall shut, and headed for the desk, where he ditched his briefcase. Leaning back against the corner of the desk, he crossed his arms and watched her, that damn smile still twitching at his lips. "How was your weekend?" he asked, trying to sound as ironic as possible.
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Foreman raised his eyebrows, a surprised chuckle bubbling up. "There's nobody here," he said, as cajoling as possible, before he realized that she wasn't kidding. It wasn't like he'd wanted to get naked. A kiss was all he'd been after. Foreman glanced around the lecture theatre as if he might have missed the crowd rushing in, but no, it was still deserted, and likely to remain so for at least another twenty minutes. The others had pretty much learned that punctuality wasn't ever something House was going to demand of them, and it wasn't like the janitors or the nurses were going to butt in on House's territory. He'd pissed off too many support staff over the years for that to happen.
Maybe he had let his eagerness at seeing Amber overcome his sense of propriety. He pulled back his smile and tried to shrug it off. They'd still have after work, with no prying eyes. She was right. He was the one who wanted to keep their business their own. He'd lost his head for a minute. With a sigh, he nodded. Although he didn't think they'd manage much casual conversation, either. When was their conversation ever casual? He abandoned the door, letting it fall shut, and headed for the desk, where he ditched his briefcase. Leaning back against the corner of the desk, he crossed his arms and watched her, that damn smile still twitching at his lips. "How was your weekend?" he asked, trying to sound as ironic as possible.