Amber laughed at Eric's suggestion, her abdomen muscles aching slightly as she did so. She hadn't realized what a work-out she'd gotten; she'd likely be wincing the whole day-- with a smile, too, as she remembered why. She stretched her back by curling further into Eric, purring. "God, don't, House would get all curious! He'd come marching in here to see the ‘cold’ symptoms for himself.”
She propped herself up, leaning her elbows on his torso. "Oh, so you do know him." And, from the alarm in his voice, they'd probably had an encounter or two. Amber wished she could've been there, it must've been quite a sight! House was a stream-roller that ran over almost everyone, but Eric, she couldn't imagine him letting himself get flattened. If they got into a fight-- it'd be kind of hot, actually. "Have you met him? When, how?" Though maybe, if they'd butted heads, and House had won, Eric probably wouldn't want to talk about it, proud the way he was.
When Eric pushed her away, she didn’t understand. It wasn't time yet, the alarm hadn't gone off; a glance at the clock confirmed that they still had three minutes to enjoy each other. But though Amber didn't know the specific reason, she had her suspicions. Suddenly she felt just how grimy her mouth was, how sticky her skin was with dried sweat. She'd been stupid, hadn't she. She'd gotten into a man who didn't want anything serious and now he was blowing her off.
Or maybe not. Maybe she was making too much of his decision to get up. For all she knew, she'd offended him by mentioning House, though that was a stupid idea. Who'd get that upset over someone else's boss? It wasn't her fault the country's best diagnostician was crazy. More likely Eric's turning away meant nothing at all, or he couldn't bear to make out if he wasn't squeaky clean. He had wanted to shower after their first round of sex, and maybe he'd wanted to clean up again after the second one, but hadn't, being too tired.
Sitting up and running a hand through her hair in a self-conscious yet unaware move-- and god, how tangled it was, it must look like a bird's nest, no wonder Eric was turning tail-- "If you were in the way, I’d have booted you out by now. We can get cleaned up and have a quick breakfast. I've got the world's best blueberry bagels-- a day old, yeah, but if you heat them, they're still beat all the other bagels." As she spoke, she felt a tinge of disgust at herself. She was practically pleading. Screw that. She'd offer, yeah, but she wouldn't do more than that. Amber Volakis was not one to fucking beg.
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She propped herself up, leaning her elbows on his torso. "Oh, so you do know him." And, from the alarm in his voice, they'd probably had an encounter or two. Amber wished she could've been there, it must've been quite a sight! House was a stream-roller that ran over almost everyone, but Eric, she couldn't imagine him letting himself get flattened. If they got into a fight-- it'd be kind of hot, actually. "Have you met him? When, how?" Though maybe, if they'd butted heads, and House had won, Eric probably wouldn't want to talk about it, proud the way he was.
When Eric pushed her away, she didn’t understand. It wasn't time yet, the alarm hadn't gone off; a glance at the clock confirmed that they still had three minutes to enjoy each other. But though Amber didn't know the specific reason, she had her suspicions. Suddenly she felt just how grimy her mouth was, how sticky her skin was with dried sweat. She'd been stupid, hadn't she. She'd gotten into a man who didn't want anything serious and now he was blowing her off.
Or maybe not. Maybe she was making too much of his decision to get up. For all she knew, she'd offended him by mentioning House, though that was a stupid idea. Who'd get that upset over someone else's boss? It wasn't her fault the country's best diagnostician was crazy. More likely Eric's turning away meant nothing at all, or he couldn't bear to make out if he wasn't squeaky clean. He had wanted to shower after their first round of sex, and maybe he'd wanted to clean up again after the second one, but hadn't, being too tired.
Sitting up and running a hand through her hair in a self-conscious yet unaware move-- and god, how tangled it was, it must look like a bird's nest, no wonder Eric was turning tail-- "If you were in the way, I’d have booted you out by now. We can get cleaned up and have a quick breakfast. I've got the world's best blueberry bagels-- a day old, yeah, but if you heat them, they're still beat all the other bagels." As she spoke, she felt a tinge of disgust at herself. She was practically pleading. Screw that. She'd offer, yeah, but she wouldn't do more than that. Amber Volakis was not one to fucking beg.