Adam can't help it, he's on something of a high. There's a disgustingly smug look on his face as he closes the door behind him, and he calls out with a laugh-
He runs a thumb along her lips, moaning out loud as she pulls it in, hot and warm and wet around him and he moves his arms, pulling is hands back, reaching, grabbing, looking for anything, pulling her back down, groaning with frustration when she doesn't make it.
"I-
I-"
What he is never said, because everything after that is gibberish, grabbing and writhing and moving and moaning, and then nothing but heat and light and Alanna, and his breath slows as he falls back to the bed, the world swimming around him.
His voice and ragged breathing shatter whatever control she has left. She watches him, eyes shining, wanting to be closer but loving the look in his eyes. Moving on and around him one last time, she whimpers and cries out.
Somehow, though she's not sure when or even which one of them moved, she opens her eyes and looks into his. His head is beside hers on the pillow, and his breath has evened out, whereas she still breathes like she ran around the lake. The bright light and foggy feeling clears a little -- enough for a small, wobbly smile -- and bizarrely she feels a little sad. But only a little.
"Good night," Alanna whispers and strokes his hair.
She's so intent on watching him fall asleep, that she doesn't notice when she starts to yawn herself. It's not long, however, until she falls asleep with a smile.
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"I-
I-"
What he is never said, because everything after that is gibberish, grabbing and writhing and moving and moaning, and then nothing but heat and light and Alanna, and his breath slows as he falls back to the bed, the world swimming around him.
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Somehow, though she's not sure when or even which one of them moved, she opens her eyes and looks into his. His head is beside hers on the pillow, and his breath has evened out, whereas she still breathes like she ran around the lake. The bright light and foggy feeling clears a little -- enough for a small, wobbly smile -- and bizarrely she feels a little sad. But only a little.
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It's said jokingly now, and she laughs quietly.
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"Love you, and," she winks, "I'm sure we will survive somehow."
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Not that it was nearly so fun.
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"If," she starts slowly and firmly, "you have any intention of surviving in quite that fashion, I will be rather upset with you."
She pokes him in the side.
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Adam squirms, moving a bit to the side before grabbing her hand, kissing it, and rolling on top of her.
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"I should hope not." She wriggles playfully. "Comfortable?"
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"More so than I've ever been."
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A moment later, she glances toward the kitchen and her (his) abandoned ice cream. She sighs.
Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made.
"Aye," she agrees, snuggling closer. "I feel the same."
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Another soft kiss on her forehead, and his breathing softens even more.
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She's so intent on watching him fall asleep, that she doesn't notice when she starts to yawn herself. It's not long, however, until she falls asleep with a smile.