Chapter 6
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This chapter is rated very mature for strong sexual content. If that is not your bag, baby, you may skip 3/4's of the way down. Again- M for Mature. Foreman gets some lovin'...
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The work day could not end fast enough.
Bridget rushed home, showered and put on her pretties. She dressed in a loose, white cotton top and calf length skirt.
Before she knew it, Foreman was knocking at her door. She just looked at him as he stood in her doorway.
"I'm sorry," she said, "Come in."
He gathered her up in his arms, pushed the door shut and locked it. He urged her to hop up and held her thighs as she wrapped her legs around him. They were kissing slowly, but with a ferocity that had Bridget's heart pounding.
He eased her onto the couch, lips on her throat, hands on her hips, moving against her.
"Tell me what you want me to do," he said.
"Kiss me like you did at work," she said, breathless.
He traced her lips with the tip of his tongue and she tightened her legs around him. He smiled and kissed the corners of her mouth, urging her lips apart. She did and deepened the kiss, one hand going to his face, the other pulling his shirt from his pants.
Foreman moved back and let her remove the tie and shirt, then he moved her top up and off. He could see her pink, hard nipples under the fabric of the lace bra. He moved to her throat, laying kisses down her neck, moving between her breasts, lips grazing her cleavage.
But it stopped. He'd moved away.
Bridget opened her eyes and he was standing over her.
"Bedroom," he said.
She stood, shaky, and let him lead her. It was a short walk and she was on her back again, but now on the comfort of the bed.
Foreman kissed her everywhere; her breasts, stopping to nuzzle and lick, to her belly and hips. He moved her onto her stomach so he could kiss the back of her neck and shoulders.
"Eric," she moaned when his lips touched the sensitive skin and she felt his hardness through the fabric of his pants.
He blazed a trail down her spine, moving her hips up so he could remove the skirt. She flipped over so she could see him and reach for his belt.
"Wait," he said.
"For what?"
He moved her further up the bed, unhooking her bra and tossing it to the side, moving down her body. He kissed and sucked from her breasts to the joint of her legs. One-handed, he pulled the little swathe of lace off of her and urged her legs further apart.
He caressed her, fingers sliding like feathers at her opening, then venturing carefully inside. His lips joined his fingers, the point of his tongue finding her clit, making her gasp.
"Eric…"
She was heat in his hands, his mouth making her almost senseless. As he worked in her with is fingers and tongue, she moaned and cried out his name.
He moved her legs over his shoulders and buried his face between her legs, suction sudden and intense, his fingers thrusting inside her.
She called out his name, swearing as she bucked under his mouth and came. Then she felt him, his lips moving up her body, fingers slowly withdrawing.
"Eric," she gasped as his lips went to her neck and ears.
"Yes," he whispered and kissed her.
Bridget reached between them and unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants and pushed them along with his boxer briefs down his hips. She dug her fingertips into the flesh of his ass making him breathe deeply and move against her.
"I want you now," he said, pushing his clothes completely off.
"God, yes," she said. "What do you want me to do?"
He smiled at her, echoing his words, and ran a hand over her hair.
"I want to feel you tighten around me while I grind-"
She groaned at his words and pulled his face to hers, kissing him hard until he pushed her back.
"What?"
He moved to the pants on the floor, retrieving the condom.
"Oh."
He put it on and moved her legs around his hips.
"I want to be inside you right now."
"Do it, Eric. God, please…"
He made good on his promise, his thickness moving inside her, grinding slow, his lips on hers.
She couldn't touch him enough. She ran her hands over his head, caressed his face and neck. Felt the muscles in his arms tighten as he wrapped them around her, his back flex with each grind and thrust. She moved with him, finding a rhythm that sent chills from her center to every extremity.
Foreman thrust his arms under her back and held her tight, talking and groaning in her ear, telling her how hot and tight she was, how much he loved how she felt.
His words sent her over the edge and she came, his lips on her breast, his hands in her hair, still moving inside her.
She said his name thickly, nails in his back, letting the wave crash over and through her. She heard him say her name, felt his thrust quicken, his hands gripping her upper arms. He called out when he came, pushing inside her hard, then trying not to collapse on her.
They lay like that a long moment, the connection broken as he slowly withdrew, removing the condom and throwing it in the waste basket by her bed.
He rolled onto his side, keeping her in his arms, kissing her. She wrapped her arms around him, moving from his lips to the crook of his neck, inhaling him.
"I love the way you smell…"
"I love you…"
She was pulled out of her haze.
"God, Eric, I…"
"I can wait for it, Bridge."
They moved under the covers and fell asleep in each other's arms.
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Early in the morning both Foreman's and Bridget's pagers went off simultaneously. As Bridget searched through her purse, Foreman dialed the call back number.
"Yeah?" he said when House answered.
"Coming to work?"
Bridget's pager continued to go off.
"Yes, House, I'm with Bridget, you can stop paging her."
The pager fell silent.
"Was that all?" Foreman asked. "Because we don't have to be to work for another hour."
"Really?" House said, trying to sound guileless. "I must have read that pesky clock wrong…"
"Hilarious, House," he said. "Good-bye."
Foreman turned to Bridget, who had laid back down, and joined her on the bed.
"You put clothes on," he said, nuzzling her neck.
"I can't sleep naked, it's weird."
"Is there a reason why my boxers and t-shirt look sexy on you?"
"Guy logic?"
He smiled at her, hands roaming her body. She stretched out on her back, giving him full access. He was on his side, one hand moving into the opening of the boxers, sliding his fingers along her opening and pressing his lips to her neck. He moved up, breathing in her ear as his fingers moved inside her.
She moaned and moved with his hand, then pushed it away, pulling him on top of her. She wriggled until she slid the boxers down.
"I don't want your fingers inside me…"
He moaned in her ear as she wrapped her legs around his hips, pressing his thick hardness against her heat. Foreman grabbed another condom, put it on and pulled her legs up until her ankles were resting on his shoulders.
He thrust into her fast and hard, making her tighten and say his name. She gripped his shoulders, clenching her teeth and swearing as he moved. Her heart raced as he talked to her, punctuating his thrusts with words. He asked if she liked it and she panted out a yes. He told her he was going to fuck her until she came and she yelled his name with each thrust, nails digging into his flesh.
Foreman held her to the bed by her hips, pounding into her. Bridget groaned loud when she came, then locked her lips with his, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, feeling him pulse inside her as he followed, saying her name.
She moved her legs and he laid by her side on the bed. They took their time getting their breath, coming down from the high.
He got his breath back.
"That was…"
"Explosive?" she offered.
"Yes."
She sighed.
"Eric…"
"Yeah?"
"Do we have to go to work?"
He groaned.
"I wish we didn't."
"Then we should shower. Separately. So that doesn't happen again."
She pushed herself off of the bed.
"I'm going to shower…"
"Leave the water on when you're done and I'll just jump in," he said, then kissed her as she got up.
She smiled and headed to the bathroom.
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"Let me guess… Car accident on the freeway? Hit a large forest dwelling mammal?" House said as Foreman and Bridget entered the Diagnostic Lounge.
"Do we have a case?" Foreman asked, sitting down at the table.
Bridget moved to the other side of the table, opening her laptop and opening the summary program.
Cameron eyed her, smiling. Chase smirked at Foreman.
"So, you expect me to pretend I didn't see you two going at it in the lounge yesterday? And now you're both late for work. Foreman, you know me better than that," House said. He turned to Bridget. "Better than the turkey baster?"
Foreman clenched his fists and glared.
Bridget just smiled at House.
"Have you asked Cameron how it's working out with Chase? If he's hitting all the buttons and pulling the levers?"
House swung over to the other Fellows.
"Well, you have been going at it longer than these two…" House mused. "But, the truth of the matter is Cameron comes in looking ridiculously pleased and he's all surfer-boy tousled, so I'm guessing he hits the spot."
"It's none of your business, House," Foreman ground out.
Cameron and Chase chose that moment to exit.
Bridget looked over at Foreman, smiling sweetly at him.
"I don't look ridiculously pleased? Because when I looked in the mirror, that's what I saw," she said. "Foreman can't pull off surfer-boy tousled, but I imagine the look on his face when he walked in was revealing."
"All good points. I'll be off," House said, grabbing his cane and heading out the door.
"There's no patient?" Foreman said.
"Nope," House replied. "Just paperwork and clinic duty. Enjoy."
Foreman closed his eyes and shook his head.
"What would you have said if he pushed?" he asked.
She moved to a chair closer to him.
"How much would I have told him?"
Foreman nodded.
"Nothing," she said. "But if you want to know…"
Foreman edged closer. They were almost face to face.
"Might be good for my ego."
"So… You want to know linearly or by the most exciting thing that happened? There's also how many times the Lord was called upon. There's a scale from 1 to 10." She thought a minute. "What else? Comparisons to various food stuffs…"
"Whichever," he said, amused.
She stopped to think again.
"Have you ever had a 100 dollar chocolate truffle?" she asked.
"Can't say I have…"
"They're made by a woman in Pennsylvania. I got one for my birthday a couple years ago, I'll never forget it. It was rich, sweet, creamy and smooth with just the slightest tinge of bitterness. It melted on my tongue and made the synapses in the pleasure center of my brain light up like Christmas."
She took a deep breath, put a hand on his thigh and moved it up to his hip. He looked at her expectantly.
"You're better than a boxful of 100 dollar truffles."
They were seconds from kissing when there was a knock on the glass. They looked over.
"House," Foreman said irritably, then looked at Bridget. "What are the chances that he didn't hear that?"
She shrugged.
"Doesn't matter."
"Do I need to get the hose?" House said from the other side of the glass.
Bridget smiled.
"I'll see you at lunch."
Foreman ran a finger across her jaw and left.