Foreman could feel the minute House let go, when the kiss became more than one-sided. The tension in Foreman's shoulders and back disappeared, although he couldn't help pushing House even harder into the door, feeling House push back and their bodies mould together. Satisfaction surged through him, rising with his arousal, and Foreman tilted his head to kiss House even more firmly, sucking on his tongue and breathing heavily through his nose. He hadn't forgotten his promise, and the urge to sink down to his knees and fulfill every second of it was uppermost in his mind, his legs barely supporting him. House's hands spasming shut on his arms made every second of the kiss feel even more real, like House was actually present for the first time tonight.
He grunted when House broke the kiss, missing the contact as soon as it was gone, but it was easy enough to step back. There was only so much House could fake, and Foreman didn't think that kind of interest meant that House was going to disappear on him again. Chuckling quietly at House's eagerness to get to his seat warmers--and with several incredibly improbable thoughts about fucking in the backseat, since House still owed him a detailing and they might as well make the mess worth it--Foreman followed him out of the office. He was damn glad that the elevator opened as soon as he pressed the call button.
"You sure you want to get into a small enclosed space with me?" he said with a smirk, not giving House too much time to think about it. He didn't attack House again, but he stood a lot closer than he otherwise would. "Maybe we shouldn't waste it."
If Foreman had been impatient before, he was burning now that House had finally agreed, and he couldn't quite get rid of the self-satisfied look on his face. This was crazy. He wouldn't call it a mistake--obviously, since Foreman didn't repeat mistakes--but he knew it was a hell of a long way from his usual behaviour. He'd thrown predictable out the window along with the life he should have had, the career he should have had. Maybe even the relationship he should have had. But he didn't care. Right now, Christ, all he cared about the moment they got in his door.
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Date: 2008-12-06 10:53 am (UTC)He grunted when House broke the kiss, missing the contact as soon as it was gone, but it was easy enough to step back. There was only so much House could fake, and Foreman didn't think that kind of interest meant that House was going to disappear on him again. Chuckling quietly at House's eagerness to get to his seat warmers--and with several incredibly improbable thoughts about fucking in the backseat, since House still owed him a detailing and they might as well make the mess worth it--Foreman followed him out of the office. He was damn glad that the elevator opened as soon as he pressed the call button.
"You sure you want to get into a small enclosed space with me?" he said with a smirk, not giving House too much time to think about it. He didn't attack House again, but he stood a lot closer than he otherwise would. "Maybe we shouldn't waste it."
If Foreman had been impatient before, he was burning now that House had finally agreed, and he couldn't quite get rid of the self-satisfied look on his face. This was crazy. He wouldn't call it a mistake--obviously, since Foreman didn't repeat mistakes--but he knew it was a hell of a long way from his usual behaviour. He'd thrown predictable out the window along with the life he should have had, the career he should have had. Maybe even the relationship he should have had. But he didn't care. Right now, Christ, all he cared about the moment they got in his door.