Late as they were, Amber let herself watch Eric's short bit of showing off, appreciating the tone of his muscles as they stretched. What harm would a few more minutes do? The degree of House's ire wouldn't change by five minutes. Of course, when Eric pulled off the condom with the same expression of disgust as the girls in Amber's 8th grade biology class touching dead frogs, she laughed as well. She liked that about him, that it wasn't just sex, that he could make her laugh too. Amber wasn't used to that. She went about everything hard and intense, and everyone was out to get her. Such competitively hadn't left much space in her life for amusement and it'd left a hole in her life that only now was she starting to realize.

In the bathroom, Eric bid her goodbye. "See you," she said and hugged him, tight, knowing it would be the last time she really could for the next few hours. Today would likely be quiet, but no reason to rub their relationship in everyone's-- House's--face. She had to enjoy him now while she could; Amber knew very well just how different Dr. Foreman was compared to Eric. "We'll take care of House, yeah?" she said with a wink. Together they certainly would. Touching Eric, it was impossible not to kiss him too, so she did, slow, lingering. "This morning was great."

With that, she slipped away, getting to her usual morning tasks. It was time to start-- or get the second start, anyway-- the day, not to mention plan out any and all possible attacks House would use on her and how to best counter them. Best to hurry and look her sharpest. There was a whole day ahead of her.