Eric's mouth covered hers, hot and slow but deliciously needy. As if even in his sleep he knew where his priorities lay and it was with touching her. Hot. Almost as hot as his whispering her name like he was hers no matter what. Amber licked Eric's lips, deliberate at first, indulging his sleepy pace even as the thud of her blood demanded more and faster. Her hips obeyed her own beat, rocking steadily. Pleasure already rushed through her, the satisfaction of delayed fucking.

The joke was almost too obvious, but how could she let the chance pass by? "How about only you get up," Amber teased. Eric could hide nothing from her between their thin cotton layers, especially not the way she was indulging rubbing into him; his nascent erection was already proving stimulating. It’d feel so good to fist him into full hardness and sink onto him and fuck til they came; just the thought of it got her wetter.

"We can get there a little late," Amber murmured. "Day after a case...." If House did catch them-- and that was a huge if-- then he'd most likely delight in the chance to mock Eric and question Amber's work ethics. It'd be different. House liked different, it intrigued him. This could become a feather in her cap. But Amber didn't want to think about House, much less mention him to Eric, since it’d kill the mood in a single blow. Better to kiss again, this time penetrating Eric’s mouth with her tongue, reveling in how her head swam; better to shudder at his caresses, surrendering a light moan.