The coffee's heat spread through her, from the drinking and the holding. As the warm liquid reached her empty stomach, the sweetened caffeine reminded Amber just how hungry she was; nonetheless, she felt more balanced. More open.
She wish he'd talk. It'd be nice to hear some confirmation that he did want to see her again, since he was here and all-- why else would he have come with coffee, offering food? But the silence felt right, too. Today's events couldn't be so cast aside with just a coffee and a smile, especially without knowing the end to this case; without Casey walking out here healthier than when she'd come in.
The lab stools were so uncomfortable, digging into her ass and giving no back support; she was done, anyway. Amber stood up and cleaned up, leaving the cultures to develop. They wouldn't produce any answers until tomorrow.
Eric was tired and aching; she may not have known him for long, but she knew him well, and his exhaustion was radiating from him in waves. He looked-- ragged, even. Unkempt. Her Eric, disheveled. That was just wrong.
"We could go home," Amber said, looking down at her hands as she washed her hands. The odor of disinfectant would wear off before long. "Order in, relax a bit--" She wanted nothing more, to be with him and forget their disagreements. They could put their fight aside for a few hours, right? If he still cared about her. He might want to return to the hospital quickly, but for the meanwhile there was nothing they could do. And back home, she could kiss him and it'd be them again, and he could press her up against the wall as she slid her hands down his pants, their anger erased by desire and pleasure-- she needed this release. Amber looked up and away from the sink to meet his gaze and raise a wry eyebrow. "I think we could both use some unwinding."
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She wish he'd talk. It'd be nice to hear some confirmation that he did want to see her again, since he was here and all-- why else would he have come with coffee, offering food? But the silence felt right, too. Today's events couldn't be so cast aside with just a coffee and a smile, especially without knowing the end to this case; without Casey walking out here healthier than when she'd come in.
The lab stools were so uncomfortable, digging into her ass and giving no back support; she was done, anyway. Amber stood up and cleaned up, leaving the cultures to develop. They wouldn't produce any answers until tomorrow.
Eric was tired and aching; she may not have known him for long, but she knew him well, and his exhaustion was radiating from him in waves. He looked-- ragged, even. Unkempt. Her Eric, disheveled. That was just wrong.
"We could go home," Amber said, looking down at her hands as she washed her hands. The odor of disinfectant would wear off before long. "Order in, relax a bit--" She wanted nothing more, to be with him and forget their disagreements. They could put their fight aside for a few hours, right? If he still cared about her. He might want to return to the hospital quickly, but for the meanwhile there was nothing they could do. And back home, she could kiss him and it'd be them again, and he could press her up against the wall as she slid her hands down his pants, their anger erased by desire and pleasure-- she needed this release. Amber looked up and away from the sink to meet his gaze and raise a wry eyebrow. "I think we could both use some unwinding."