November 8

[eric_foreman]

Foreman grunted and shifted when Amber prodded him awake and led him to bed. He woke up enough to strip down to his boxers and slide between the fresh sheets with her, but hardly conscious enough to get smug that she'd invited him back into her bed. Definitely not awake enough to think through the implications--such as the fact that he didn't have any clean clothes at Amber's apartment, they still had to show up at work the next day even without a case, and Amber had a habit of waking up earlier than him, not only because she took more time in the mornings, but because she lived further from the hospital.

Falling asleep, once again with his arm tucked close around Amber's waist and her hips cradled in front of his, Foreman didn't spend any energy on a plan for the next day. When Amber's alarm clock went off, it felt far too soon, and Foreman groaned a low protest. Amber was warm, and though they must have shifted in the night, Foreman was still able to wriggle a fraction of an inch closer and press against her back again. He didn't want to wake up. Easier to ignore the alarm clock and nuzzle closer to the scent of Amber's nape, his mouth brushing against the juncture of her neck and shoulder.

He'd been dreaming. Something confused, fading already, although the effects of it were still apparent. A low thread of pleasure twined through his body, tingling, and keeping him very happily where he was. Foreman shifted again, all but unconscious, rocking his hips forward against Amber's ass in one slow, light press. God, she felt good. Foreman stretched, long and luxurious, rolling his shoulders and pointing his toes. Soon she'd disappear. Leap up at the bleep of the clock. Tell him to lay off and go slow. But until she pushed him away, he was going to see just where the boundary line lay. He couldn't possibly be held responsible for how she turned him on in his sleep.

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[eric_foreman]

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.

[amber_v]

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.