Foreman's smile grew all the warmer when Amber said she didn't want him to go. He'd been envisioning holding her hand on the way out to the parking lot, and stealing a few more kisses outside where the heat of Amber's mouth would be all the more noticeable in contrast to the chill air. Seeing her drive away wouldn't be easy, but it would come with the satisfaction of knowing that they were back on the right track. Besides, he'd really had his ass kicked the last couple of days; an early night wouldn't hurt. It would make up for Amber's insistence on a measured pace, anyway.
Her offer was far more appealing than his bed, though. Foreman let his eyelids droop to half-mast as Amber massaged tender circles into his neck muscles. If she wanted him to still be on his feet and able to get himself home from her place, he'd have to tell her to stop doing that--it left him so peaceful that he might just fall asleep on her. He'd let her keep on for a while before he told her that, though. "Yeah," he said, swallowing a yawn. The remnants of his headache were slowly fading as Amber's fingers found the tension points. Hell, watching television was about all he was up for, as long as he was this tired. Forty-eight hours at the hospital usually left him out of the loop with his usual news channels and sites. A little catch-up, without any expectations piled on top, sounded just about perfect. "I'll follow you."
This time, Foreman didn't wait for overt permission, but took Amber's hands all over him as a sign of what she wanted. He kissed her again, still not hard, but with a little more initiative, going for what he wanted rather than holding himself back to Amber's exact pace. He sucked gently on her lower lip, tasting her lipstick, for a moment, before pulling back with a rueful sigh. They still had to pay and get out of here before they could forget completely that the world existed. Foreman pulled out his wallet and covered what he estimated would be their total bill, plus a reasonable tip. He didn't know the exact price of Amber's meal, but if he'd guessed high, the waitress could keep the extra--she hadn't hovered over them waiting for them to leave.
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Her offer was far more appealing than his bed, though. Foreman let his eyelids droop to half-mast as Amber massaged tender circles into his neck muscles. If she wanted him to still be on his feet and able to get himself home from her place, he'd have to tell her to stop doing that--it left him so peaceful that he might just fall asleep on her. He'd let her keep on for a while before he told her that, though. "Yeah," he said, swallowing a yawn. The remnants of his headache were slowly fading as Amber's fingers found the tension points. Hell, watching television was about all he was up for, as long as he was this tired. Forty-eight hours at the hospital usually left him out of the loop with his usual news channels and sites. A little catch-up, without any expectations piled on top, sounded just about perfect. "I'll follow you."
This time, Foreman didn't wait for overt permission, but took Amber's hands all over him as a sign of what she wanted. He kissed her again, still not hard, but with a little more initiative, going for what he wanted rather than holding himself back to Amber's exact pace. He sucked gently on her lower lip, tasting her lipstick, for a moment, before pulling back with a rueful sigh. They still had to pay and get out of here before they could forget completely that the world existed. Foreman pulled out his wallet and covered what he estimated would be their total bill, plus a reasonable tip. He didn't know the exact price of Amber's meal, but if he'd guessed high, the waitress could keep the extra--she hadn't hovered over them waiting for them to leave.