The bathroom doorknob turned easily--another sign Amber wouldn't mind an interruption. Foreman padded inside and met her smirk with one of his own. Even though her words reminded him again that she was rushing to be on time for House, he could easily ignore it. She had to get to work, and he knew that. Didn't matter what the job was. But he was still sticky from their second round last night, with the uncomfortable, itchy feeling of dried sweat and lube between his thighs. It reminded him of exactly what she'd done, how she'd made him feel, and Foreman felt a warm sensation in his chest just remembering. They wouldn't have time for sex, but Foreman had ruined Amber's plan to give them a few minutes in bed, and he wanted to repay her now for his interruption. A few minutes in the shower, touching each other in the guise of washing up, would be a welcome distraction.

"I just want to get clean," he said. The words were innocent enough, but his tone wasn't. He stepped into the bathtub behind Amber. The water was still cool, but warming. Foreman wrapped his arms around Amber's waist and bent down to lick away a droplet of water rolling down from her shoulder. "Don't let me stop you."