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amber_v ([personal profile] amber_v) wrote in [community profile] alwaysright2010-07-08 01:52 am

November 28th, 2007 - Wednesday

Amber eyed the small mountain her bags added up to. Part of her wondered if she hadn’t overdone it; this wasn’t the apocalypse. The rest of her new better: Thanksgiving with her family? Was worse. In those suitcases were provisions for all possible disasters, including a sleeping bag and extra bed sheets. Her mom would not accuse her of forgetting anything.

The salad, though, they’d get that in Worcester itself. Amber preferred to face last-minute Wednesday lines than bring six-hour wilted lettuce from Princeton-Plainsboro.

That ought to be it, though. Time to go. They were going to have a lot of traffic as it was since House had insisted they stay Wednesday afternoon despite the fact that they had no case—and also despite the fact most of the hospital had been gone since yesterday. House couldn’t actually be that lonely and bitter, not when she knew for a fact that Wilson had invited him to a full Thanksgiving meal cooked in his very own apartment. If House wanted to stay at the hospital to impress and/or to get into the pants of Cuddy—who would be working through the holiday, according to Amber’s sources (Cameron)— he didn’t have make them all suffer with him.

Amber got her cell phone out and texted Eric: Leaving now, be ready to go. He probably knew by now she would not spare him his life if he and his own bags were not waiting for her on the curb. He was rather inconsistent about when and when not to get into a power struggle with her, but for his own good and for her punctuality, she hoped he wouldn’t make a case of it today. Throwing her cell phone back into her purse, Amber began the wonderful journey of torture, starting with getting all her damn things down a huge staircase. First thing she’d do when she got back was get in the apartment management’s face about getting a damn elevator.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-09-29 12:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman bit his tongue and gave up on the conversation about kids altogether. Obviously he and Amber had different ideas, but he'd never known that she was so committed to keeping kids out of her life that she couldn't stand her own niece. He still didn't think it was quite that, but going down the path of arguing her own views with her would get his head bitten off sooner rather than later. "It means that usually you like the attention, but that changed as soon as we got in the door here," he said. Amber had been withdrawn, all her usual careless belief in the rightness of her own opinions erased. Foreman couldn't believe that she'd actually knuckle under Geoffrey's opinion, but she hadn't even said a word about what bullshit the evolutionary psychologists and social Darwinists staffing the New York Times usually wrote about kids and parenting.

"They aren't accusations!" Foreman stood up straighter, his eyes going automatically to the kitchen doorway in case Kate started wondering whether they'd snuck off for a drink or a make-out session. He stepped closer to her and tried to take her hand, although he didn't know if she'd allow it. "I want to know what's changed." Sure, she'd announced him as his boyfriend, but Foreman had heard the overcompensation in her voice. He'd thought at first it was just awkwardness, but now it seemed like embarrassment--or even a challenge to her family, daring them to find something wrong with the first guy she'd brought home, and making sure he was as 'controversial' as possible when she did. That was assuming too much, and Foreman knew it; he didn't want to believe it of Amber, that he was her attempt at defying her family's standards, that she'd invited him first because it would, in the end, get her some attention. Why else would she be overreacting like this if it wasn't because he'd actually been accepted by her parents, apparently effortlessly? Foreman couldn't figure it out, and he didn't know why she was getting pissed off, either. "Look, have I done anything wrong, or was it someone else?" he asked. "Because it's something, and I don't know what."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-09-29 09:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Amber wouldn't take his hand. Foreman withdrew the offer and backed off, feeling himself stiffen up slightly. She wasn't answering him and other than a kiss on the cheek, she hadn't touched him since they'd gotten away from the living room. Foreman was as sensitive as she was to the prospect of getting caught in a compromising position, but he didn't think that holding his hand counted, when they weren't even in the same room as her parents, where Amber had sat next to him easily.

This wasn't easy. Foreman knew that. If their positions had been reversed, he knew he'd be trying as hard as he could to orchestrate every sentence in the conversation. He'd probably be sweating every time his mom opened her mouth, in case she was having a bad day, wandering through time, in all likelihood calling Amber by the name of his high school girlfriend, or worse, Claire. But Amber was a doctor; even if she grilled him about the information his mom let slip, she wouldn't judge her for the dementia. Still, Foreman would be sweating it out, tense every second. Somebody would mention Marcus, either his dad or more likely his mom, asking where Marc was. So, yeah, he got it. It wasn't easy introducing someone to your family. But Amber didn't have that kind of skeletons in her closet. No incarcerated relatives, nobody with debilitating illnesses that could make them blurt out the most embarrassing information at the worst possible moment. Not to mention that his dad would probably mention Foreman not going to church anymore. He usually managed to work that into a conversation. He'd probably want to know Amber's beliefs, too. There were a hell of a lot of things that Foreman didn't want to deal with. Which was why he hadn't invited Amber to his parents' for Thanksgiving. Again and again he kept running up against that fact: if she didn't want him here, why had she agreed to the invitation? Just because her mom had cornered Foreman on the phone once? Amber was an adult, fully capable of saying no, meaning it, and explaining to him that she didn't think they were ready yet. It had been six weeks--he was an adult, too. He could take it. And yet here they were.

Amber had poured them both wine, and a whole lot of defensiveness besides. Foreman took his glass. He wanted to stop her and demand what things? but she was right. They'd been away from the conversation long enough. He wasn't completely insensitive, he knew what she wanted. He took his glass and followed her back into the living room, intending to throw himself back into the conversation. Hell, maybe he'd even disagree with Geoffrey; mildly, of course, but even that much would be both satisfying and an implicit defence of Amber. And probably completely unexpected.

"Everything all right?" Kate asked, with the slight tension that showed she'd noticed how long they'd taken, and she was reprimanding them--or probably Amber--for breaking up the conversation by escaping for however short a time.

Foreman smiled. He was being a good guest; he was doing this for Amber. Even if he couldn't get a straight answer out of her, he could at least run interference for her. "Just discussing wine," he said. "You have a nice selection." There'd been a few bottles in the wine rack in the kitchen, as well as the Sauvignon chilling in the fridge. He fervently hoped that somebody in the family was enough of a connoisseur to take the conversational bait.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-02 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Kate's uncomfortable smile and immediate but vague response to Foreman's wine gambit said it all. She didn't know a thing about wine, and Foreman had backed her into a corner. With sudden clarity, Foreman remembered his very first night with Amber. She'd snapped at their waiter over the first bottle of wine he'd brought them, only to turn to Foreman and admit she didn't know a thing about it, only knew that acting dissatisfied would get her something better. Oh, great. Instead of making things easier for Amber, he'd stuck his foot in it, again. Foreman looked down into his wine and wished it would disappear as easily as the rye. If he took a sip now he'd look like he was judging it, and if he took his time, he'd look like an even bigger snob.

Geoffrey's interruption was, for once, welcome. If he'd brought this wine, then Foreman's opinion of it wouldn't reflect on Kate. And he didn't really care if he insulted Geoffrey: Geoffrey seemed immune to any implied negative opinion. Still, there was no point in formenting bad feeling. Foreman raised the glass to his lips and sipped, contenting himself with a nod afterwards. It was good, but Foreman suddenly didn't feel like bullshitting about the bouquet or the undertones. He knew enough terminology to get through a conversation, but he'd probably had even less exposure to quality wines in his life than the Volakises. This wasn't about playing more-sophisticated-than-thou, which seemed to be the game Geoffrey was interested in.

Chris got up to answer the phone, and Geoffrey sat back as if he was taking on the role of host with his father out of the room. "So you're in neurology?" he asked, with probably the same hearty tone of voice he'd use to ask if Foreman was in "business", whatever business it might happen to be. "Amber tells us these really quite unbelievable stories about the patients she treats. Wouldn't you say they're more the exception than the rule? I bet most people you see only have a headache."

Foreman's fingers tightened around the stem of his wine glass. All the eyes in the room were on him, Jude's with a kind of fervent belief, the rest with various degrees of curiosity. "Actually, Amber and I work in the same department," he said. "We're known for the unusual cases we take on." There had to be a way to get out of the hole he'd dug for himself with the wine comment, and as soon as he thought of it, Foreman latched on to the idea like he'd grab a life raft from the deck of a sinking ship. "A couple of weeks ago we had a patient come in for hallucinating. It could've been anything. At first there seemed to be some symptoms of a hereditary disease. But Amber found out she had ergot poisoning. It's a kind of diseased rye; the patient was eating homemade bread."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-03 12:03 pm (UTC)(link)
Whatever reaction Foreman had been hoping for--some acknowledgement of just what it meant that Amber had made that intuitive leap from symptoms to diagnosis--he was more than disappointed. There wasn't a flicker of understanding on anyone's face. "No," he told Jude, "it's very rare," but he could already tell it wouldn't have any effect. She'd probably go home and throw out all her loaves and feel very virtuous doing it.

Christ, he couldn't win. The disappointment, the defeat, felt all too familiar, although he usually didn't get this feeling until the end of his visits home. He always felt like he'd accomplished nothing, like all the triumphs he worked to build in his regular life were shown to be nothing but castles in the clouds by the time he was ready to head back after being home. It was worse, this time, because it wasn't fair for Amber. Foreman felt sick with anger he couldn't show. Amber's jibe back at Geoffrey chilled the room right down, but Foreman could tell from the way she said it that she'd known the effect it would have and had fought back the only way she knew how.

While Kate and Chris went back and forth over whether Brian could conceivably switch his reservation over to another airline and get home any sooner, and whether it would be worth the trouble if he did, since any earlier and he'd be arriving jet-lagged in the middle of the night, Foreman put his hand on Amber's knee and said quietly, "I'm sorry. My dad gives all the credit to God when I save somebody's life. I don't know if this is better or worse."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-04 04:12 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman was glad most of the family had gotten caught up in a debate that didn't really matter. Geoffrey was saying something about how they could present Brian with the cheapest, most logical travel plan, and it would still be no guarantee that Brian would make the effort to change his ticket or arrive at the right gate if he did. Chris was trying to calm everyone down, with the simple pronouncement that if Brian said he had it figured out, then he did, and they'd still be seeing him for Thanksgiving dinner, which was the important part. It gave Foreman a moment to feel like Amber had actually seen him again. Ever since she'd announced 'her boyfriend', like a spectacle on display, he hadn't been sure she remembered him, Eric, the guy she'd been sleeping with for the past six weeks. When she smiled at him, he realized he might've been treating her the same way, like a prop in a game of good manners. He smiled back and leaned into her, so that their shoulders were pressed closer together.

He was taken aback by Amber's question. He shouldn't have been; the topic of families and going home and holidays were all around them, and he knew Amber was curious about his family. She rarely let an admission of his pass by without asking a follow-up question, even if she was careful enough to step around the obvious pitfalls in his past. Foreman took a sip of his wine, frowning thoughtfully. Too much was different to really make comparisons. The Volakises were better off; their house and yard and neighbourhood all showed that. But Kate's admonishments to everyone to stay seated while she got dinner ready, or the way Amber and Geoffrey wrestled for the most credit, was familiar. "I don't know," he said. "It's not like Trenton." Maybe everything was too different, so that it didn't evoke specific memories, either good or bad. And for as long as Foreman had been going home for holidays, during college and med school, Mom had been fine, asymptomatic still. So he didn't associate Thanksgiving with bad memories. Sometimes Marcus had been there--usually eager about fresh starts, making grand promises, making Mom smile--or else he wasn't, and the only time he was mentioned was when Dad said grace, almost as if eating his Thanksgiving meal at the Downstate Correctional Facility was just an obligation he hadn't been able to get out of. "Is it different with me here?" Foreman wasn't sure he was ready for some kind of evaluation on his performance so far, but he could swallow his pride enough to get a few pointers.

"All right, everyone," Kate announced, coming back into the living room. "We're ready for dinner. Everyone head into the dining room."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-05 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
It's better. Foreman's chest warmed with sudden feeling. He hadn't thought that he was doing badly, despite bringing up a few topics that he should've stayed away from in retrospect. But to hear Amber affirm that his being here meant something to her felt so much more meaningful than her words alone. He stood up at Kate's announcement and took both of Amber's hands in his as she got up too. Wanting to share his sudden happiness, he leaned in to kiss her softly, his lips moving gently across hers. Maybe this was the question finally answered--why she wanted him here. He'd been worried about being a block to her mother's questions about when she was going to settle down, or worse, proof that she wasn't bound to her family's values and expectations. But the way she'd answered so quickly, without having to think about it, and the warmth in her eyes as she'd accepted his touch, was more than reassurance. It was a reminder of the tenderness between them, the gentleness, the warmth. "I love you," Foreman murmured in Amber's ear, letting everyone else leave the room first.

"Trust me, I've figured that out," he said as he pulled back. Kate would expect them not to keep the food waiting now that she'd decided to serve. His hand in Amber's, Foreman followed her into the dining room, and following an impulse he'd been suppressing around her far too much, he pulled out her chair for her. He knew it wasn't something Amber looked for, or even wanted, most of the time, but he couldn't help expressing his feelings the way he'd been taught, in small gestures of consideration for her.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-11 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
Amber's soft touch against his cheek and her hand in his had felt like they'd insulate him against anything. He didn't need to try hard; he could accept another glass of wine and content himself with answering whatever conversational topics came up, instead of trying to draw the Volakises out or prove himself. In fact, that would probably be better. He didn't want to look like he was trying. Still feeling relaxed and warm from their moment in the living room, however brief, Foreman smiled at Amber as she took her seat, and then sat down himself.

A second later, all that insulation was burned away. Foreman had pulled out Amber's chair for Amber, as a gesture to her, forgetting that he was on display. Seemed like everyone at the table had an opinion. Foreman couldn't even care that they were mostly positive; he felt like an animal in a zoo being put through its paces. Every word he'd said so far tonight had been more or less been taken at face value, but this one little courtesy caused a whole flurry of opinion. If he even said a word about it, he'd look like even more of an idiot than he'd already made of himself. He watched Geoffrey ostentatiously make a point of doing the same, not only for Leila but for Madeleine, somehow making a mockery of it, like he was a pompous butler instead of a caring father and husband. Christ, did Foreman look like that? Maybe he did, in Amber's eyes. If her family was so hung up on it, that's probably how she'd taken it, each time he'd tried. No wonder she asked him not to, if he'd looked like such a prat opening doors for her. He probably came off like he was spreading his jacket over a puddle instead, doing it for the so-called honour, rather than what it really meant, that he cared. Face burning, Foreman couldn't help the grim set to his mouth or the sudden hyper-awareness of everything around him. Would it occasion just as much comment that he knew how to eat with a knife and fork? Maybe they'd be just as surprised that he knew the difference between a salad fork and a dessert spoon. Look at that, he could be dressed up and taken out. What a marvel!

"Well, everybody dig in," Kate said brightly. The food all looked, and smelled, delicious, although Foreman's churning stomach stopped him from reaching immediately for anything. He wasn't going to screw up again, in case Kate's invitation was only a ritual phrase and some people were expected to wait while others served themselves first. Being in an atmosphere like this, Foreman had almost expected everyone to bow their heads and listen to Chris or Geoffrey say grace. His dad certainly wouldn't have let anyone touch a serving spoon before they'd given thanks. Foreman himself had stopped saying grace almost the moment he'd moved out of his parents' house, and he wasn't about to go through the motions here if his hosts didn't.

Chris didn't stop to let anything get cold, and Leila started serving Madeleine, who looked pouty and recalcitrant over waiting. When Chris passed the bowl of peas to Foreman, at least that was a pretty clear sign that 'dig in' meant just that. Somewhat relieved, although still furious with himself for being taken for a chivalrous fool, Foreman got involved in serving himself and passing things on to Amber. No way he was going to offer to serve her, or even hold the serving dishes while she got her own. He'd been taught his lesson.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-12 09:02 am (UTC)(link)
It was just as well that everybody concentrated on their food at first, because Foreman doubted he'd be able to offer anything other than a sullen response if he'd been asked for one. He tried to get himself under control, but the attack had come from a direction he hadn't guarded against. Politics or religion were automatically on the list of topics not to bring up and not to argue; sex was to be avoided entirely; but having his personal habits put on the microscope slide was a little much.

He served himself, and, seeing everybody else eating, began to cut up his roast beef. He glanced over at Amber when she let her hand rest on his thigh, but she wasn't quite looking at him, so whatever message she'd intended to convey, he wasn't getting it. It couldn't be 'shut up' since he wasn't talking, and he doubted after his failures in the living room it was some kind of encouragement to speak. He supposed his expression had been obvious. With an effort, he did his best to unclench, taking his first bite. The roast beef was tender and spicy, and his stomach immediately clamoured for more. Foreman controlled himself enough to eat slowly; he didn't want to clear his plate while everyone else was still eating, and look like he'd stuffed himself.

"We only just got the workmen out of here," Kate was saying. "I had to have them back in to fix the wainscotting on the stairs three times! The contractor wanted to charge me! If they hadn't made the mistake the first time then it wouldn't have cost him to re-do it."

Foreman glanced around the dining room. Everything did have that untouched feeling of being brand new, even though Amber had mentioned living in this neighbourhood all her life. Everything looked well put together, but Foreman preferred the comfort of Amber's apartment. Not that he was going to say a word about that. "The roast beef is delicious," he said, when it seemed that the renovation talk had died down.

"Why, thank you, Eric," Kate said. "So nice to hear. I do love trying old recipes on new people."
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-13 09:53 am (UTC)(link)
By the end of the meal, Foreman was feeling invisible. He couldn't decide if he was relieved or annoyed. While Kate's talk about the renovations, even if she had gone on, hadn't bothered him because he understood the urge to let everyone know exactly how much work had gone into the dinner and the setting, Geoffrey's stories were more insufferable. If Geoffrey had been an investment banker, Foreman would have at least had something in common with him to discuss; even estate law would interest him, for his parents' benefit. But a divorce attorney only had one thing on his mind: exactly how, when, and why relationships crashed on the rocks, and how lucrative it was when they did. During his first visit to meet Amber's parents, Foreman didn't want to be thinking about whether they'd end up at each other's throats five years down the road. They both had immensely stressful jobs, they had different ideas about having a family, he was technically her boss...according to Geoffrey, those were all signs of imminent relationship collapse.

Fortunately, Geoffrey didn't seem to need any encouragement from Foreman to keep up his stories. Chris asked a question or two, mostly about Madeleine's school and the neighbourhood where they lived, and whether Leila was thinking of going back to work, which segued into talk about relatives Foreman hadn't met and people he didn't know. When Kate suggested--obliquely--that they move out of the dining room so that she could clear, Foreman was nearly the first one on his feet. "Can I help?" he offered, picking up his empty plate.

"No, no, you and Amber go enjoy yourselves." Kate took the plate out of his hands and started stacking it with Leila's and Madeleine's. "You haven't even had a chance to settle in yet. I know you'll want to see the room."

As much as his better instincts pushed Foreman to clear the table and at least make a stab at offering to do the dishes (a chore he'd never have escaped at home, guest or not), the thought of putting a few solid walls between them and the family was far more appealing. He turned to Amber and tried to smile. "Want to give me the tour?" he asked, remembering too late that it was practically what he'd said the first time he'd seen her apartment, and carried her through it naked before depositing her on her bed and joining her there. His face heated, but the memory made his smile much more genuine than he'd thought he could manage after that dinner.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-14 10:56 am (UTC)(link)
Foreman's smile widened. Amber looked so crestfallen when he asked for a tour--their minds couldn't have gone to the same moment in time, if she was reacting like he'd asked her to perform a chore instead of a prison break. The last thing he wanted was to be shown every inch of wallpaper. Besides, he'd save that for when he wanted to get in Kate's good graces. She'd be the one who'd be happiest to show him every smoothed nick and repainted accent wall. Although the idea of seeing childhood pictures did cross his mind. They had to be around somewhere. Still, not now. Foreman took Amber's hand and stepped close to her. "I was kidding," he said. "I'd much rather unpack." He left the interpretation of that up to her--from his tone of voice, he could hardly believe that she'd think he was interested in having his clothes neatly folded and put away.

It looked like Geoffrey and Chris were settling down in the living room; Foreman wondered if either of them cared about football. If they were watching the game tomorrow, then Foreman would have a much easier time connecting with them. As long as they were Bears fans.

Jude and Leila were just coming downstairs from putting Madeleine down. Somewhat sardonically, Foreman realized that he and Amber might be escaping, but they were also giving the family the perfect opportunity to talk about him and Amber behind their backs. Now would be the moment when his flaws were trotted out and dissected, and he wouldn't be there to defend himself or even to figure out exactly which of his faux pas had been the real dealbreakers. Still, the privacy was worth it. Foreman gestured for Amber to take the tour upstairs--and the faster, the better.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-15 10:03 am (UTC)(link)
Foreman felt like a giggling kid as they made their way up the stairs. It wasn't a comparison he liked, no matter how glad he was to get away. They couldn't possibly pretend that everyone in the house didn't know what they were doing, and yet it felt like they were getting away with something. Amber's hand in his was warm, tugging him along, and Foreman hurried after her. He saw no more than a glance of the upstairs hallway before Amber yanked him into one of the rooms and shut the door. The next thing he knew, Amber was pulling him into a kiss. Her palms cupped his face, warm from the glasses of wine he'd had at dinner, and her lips against his were soft at first and then firmly seeking.

It felt like he'd been waiting forever for the kiss. Foreman wrapped his arms around Amber immediately, spreading his hands over her back. He massaged one hand up and down her spine, while the other pressed her as close as he could. They hadn't kissed, not like this, since--Christ--days ago; work had gotten in the way, the pre-Thanksgiving rush, House's damn interference. The combination of wine and desire made Foreman's head swim. His eyes were closed, and yet he felt like he could see every inch of Amber. He kissed her again, slow and deep, like a drink after a desert. Her body was familiar, her breasts pressing against his chest, her legs fitting with his as he stepped forward, as close as he could get. Finally, he sighed, and dropped his head, only enough to breathe. "You feel good," he said. That deserved another kiss, which he gave her, more a whisper than a conversation this time.

He had no idea what they were doing. Amber's room might give them a measure of privacy, but he had to remember that one kiss here was far different than if they were at his place, or hers. More than once, they'd walked in the door and into each other's arms, by mutual agreement putting sex above dinner or even hanging up their coats. With Amber's family so near, nothing would be that easy. Still, Foreman kissed Amber again, tasted her lips, and hoped for more.
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[personal profile] eric_foreman 2010-10-16 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Foreman didn't resist Amber's shoves maneuvering him towards the bed. Under different circumstances, he would have laughed at her eagerness. As it was, he let out a muffled grunt and fell back with barely-controlled force when the bed hit the back of his knees and Amber's push put him off-balance at the same moment. Amber was on top of him a second later, and Foreman's mind began to catch up with their situation about the moment she flung his tie to one side and started industriously opening his shirt. Foreman's eyes widened, his breath coming shorter in surprise. Instead of the immediate, consuming attention he'd had for her a second ago, his gaze darted to the door, and then around the room.

It was small, big enough for the double bed and the small desk with an old, oversized computer monitor, but a row of boxes along one wall along with their piled baggage took up most of the remaining floorspace. The overhead lights were off, the rest lit by a small bedside lamp that someone had probably turned on as they'd carried the luggage up. Foreman couldn't get much more than an impression of buttercup-yellow walls and the matching bedspread underneath him. Amber's childhood room. Amber's room, right above Amber's parents' heads. "I--are you sure you--" He bit the inside of his cheek, trying to cover his hesitation, something Amber never appreciated when she was this determined. He wanted her, yes, and the wine was making it suspiciously easy to give in, but the fact was that he wasn't sure he could be quiet, or how quiet 'quiet' was--Kate and Chris's bedroom could be on the other side of one of these walls, dammit. Foreman half-sat up, struggling a bit under Amber's pinning weight, and brought his hands to cover her wrists. Not tight enough to stop her, but with enough weight to make her think about what they were doing. Tell him what they were doing, before they were caught up in the middle of it.

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