Six thirty and that familiar ring; Amber jolted awake. Thanks to all her medical training, having to be ready and alert at a moment's notice, she was fully awake within a second. They'd gone to bed early anyway, making up for days of overworking. She reached out and off went the alarm's lights and noise.

It was pre-dawn dark. Amber stretched, every movement a reminder of whom was with her. Eric. As if having him draped him around her all night long wouldn't have been reminder enough. Head hazy, Amber curled into him, nestling into his embrace just as he pressed into her; hooked her foot around his. Fuck but it was amazing to wake up like this, surrounded by his scent, heated by him. Even before opening her eyes had Amber felt a warm, tingly buzz demanding more. It'd been days since they'd had sex and after lying all night with him, Amber was all too aware of how much she'd missed him.

Why not? It was early and it wasn't as if House would want to work today. It was as easy as rolling onto him, pinning Eric down with her body, legs and arms on either side of him. Amber smiled wolfishly, rubbing into him, smooth skin sliding against smooth skin. She'd discarded her sweater and pants before climbing into bed and now she was grateful for it, growing hotter at the direct contact. Eric was looking up blearily as if he hadn't quite yet figured out how to be conscious; she thrust her hip. Maybe that'd remind him. To help him out even more, Amber nuzzled his sharp-stubbly jaw. "Morning, Eric," she breathed between kisses. She wanted this. She wanted him. Going slow was officially off the menu.