Eric frowned with concentration, his mouth slack and his shoulders rolling, and the way his subscapularis twitched, god, fuck. Amber forgot everything, knowing only the slick sounds as their bodies met each other time and time again, Eric's hot breath, her short-circuiting pleasure electrifying her. Amber’s hair roots were wet with sweat, her skin flushed. "Yeah," she spurred him on, heart going into overdrive to hear his voice calling her name. "Yeahh, mmnhh, c'mon--"

Amber laughed out of pure joy to feel him come; rocked him through his shudders til he collapsed on her like a sack of potatoes. Tenderly she stroked the base of his skull like he liked, murmuring meaningless but heartfelt words.

Daylight was strong now. She should get up, there was work to be done: please House, win prize, victory. It was so late already; there'd be a price to pay. What would House demand? But Amber could barely move, still shivering with sexual excitement. Even wriggling her toes proved a challenge, though her hip's limp thrusts were involuntary, automatic. Did she want to come again? Could she? She felt like she was still coming, her vagina tightening unclenching round Eric's dick in uncontrolled spasms.

She did all that she could, arms and legs still wrapped around him, angling to get him in deeper even as he softened. Her nipples, sensitive, ached to be rubbed against his chest. Was that her voice? Was she still moaning?

It'd be so nice to fall back asleep with him still in her. Eventually her gasps faded, her breathing tending towards regularity. Eric looked so good, worn like she'd wrung him out. Happy. She'd-- no, they'd done this. Contentment flooded her. She was glad to be here. Glad they'd worked past their fights, glad she'd hit on him that first night. Amber smiled at Eric's radiance. He was amazing and gorgeous, in so many ways. He made her feel so free. She kissed him lightly, endorphins still leaving her lightheaded. "I love you," came out of her mouth without thought.