Facing the fact that they were going to be incredibly late wasn't fun. Still, satisfaction made Foreman smirk, a warm shot of smugness warding off any guilt or annoyance he might feel. Amber kicked normal guys out of her bed after a night--her asshole neighbour had said as much. Foreman was still around, which could only mean he was better than normal. Better than all of them, maybe. "Because you're too gorgeous to rush," he said with indulgent gratification, feeling lazy and completely vindicated in taking his time. It'd be a while before he forgot this morning.
When Amber sat up, Foreman extended his legs and arms, pulling himself taut and stretching out his back and shoulders. Felt damn good. Relaxed, feeling the strength flowing into his muscles, the pure enjoyment of extending himself. With a sigh, he fell back again. Looking down at himself regretfully, he grimaced a bit as he eased the condom off his dick and sat up beside Amber. "No," he decided. "I'll go home, it's on the way." Naked, he wandered to Amber's bathroom to drop the condom in the trash and wash his hands. His place was between Amber's and the hospital. Calculating distances, and the fact that he was usually quicker than her in the mornings, it meant they might end up walking in late together even if they'd arrived separately. Foreman glanced into the bathroom mirror and lifted his hand to his chin, rubbing at the stubble on his cheeks. He'd have to shave. Well, maybe he and Amber could stagger their arrivals at work, but it'd still be obvious why they were late. He'd gotten the best of the morning; he'd deal with the consequences.
Turning to Amber, he smiled, wishing he could simply pull her into his arms again. "I'll see you there," he said. Probably too early to start making plans about after. House might throw a curveball and demand that one or the other of them stay late, for no good reason except he liked messing with them. Foreman kissed Amber lightly on his way back to the bedroom, to haul on yesterday's clothes and make his way home.
no subject
When Amber sat up, Foreman extended his legs and arms, pulling himself taut and stretching out his back and shoulders. Felt damn good. Relaxed, feeling the strength flowing into his muscles, the pure enjoyment of extending himself. With a sigh, he fell back again. Looking down at himself regretfully, he grimaced a bit as he eased the condom off his dick and sat up beside Amber. "No," he decided. "I'll go home, it's on the way." Naked, he wandered to Amber's bathroom to drop the condom in the trash and wash his hands. His place was between Amber's and the hospital. Calculating distances, and the fact that he was usually quicker than her in the mornings, it meant they might end up walking in late together even if they'd arrived separately. Foreman glanced into the bathroom mirror and lifted his hand to his chin, rubbing at the stubble on his cheeks. He'd have to shave. Well, maybe he and Amber could stagger their arrivals at work, but it'd still be obvious why they were late. He'd gotten the best of the morning; he'd deal with the consequences.
Turning to Amber, he smiled, wishing he could simply pull her into his arms again. "I'll see you there," he said. Probably too early to start making plans about after. House might throw a curveball and demand that one or the other of them stay late, for no good reason except he liked messing with them. Foreman kissed Amber lightly on his way back to the bedroom, to haul on yesterday's clothes and make his way home.