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[last_adam]

Adam wakes in the middle of the night. Thirsty, having to use the bathroom, owner of a skull splitting headache. He blinks a few times, stumbles out of bed, and uses the bathroom. It's probably about two, maybe three - in Milliways, it's always hard to tell. Late, though, regardless. He's almost already back asleep by the time he returns to the bed.

Which is not empty.

In his sleep-boggled state he'd missed the fact that, at some point during the night, Lucy had come up to the room. Carefully, so carefully, he crawls back into bed, and curls up behind her, wrapping his arms around he. And if he leans into her neck and whispers I love you, well, that can be blamed on the early hour.

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[last_adam]

He calms a bit, with her hand on his, and moves to intertwine their fingers. But with his thumb, he's drawing small circles on her side, and with the rest of his body, he's pulling her closer and closer.

[called_lioness]

Lucy's breath catches for a minute before she relaxes under his touch and lets him pull her. She doesn't have very long nails, but they're neat, and the tips of them trace along the back of his ear.

[last_adam]

Adam shivers, slightly, but it's not cold, so it must be from the feel of Lucy's fingernails. He hasn't felt this way wanted, needed, needing wanting, feeling in a long time Paul, not since Paul, and he lets it all come in, he lets it all show, love and lust and greed and goodness, so much goodness.

[called_lioness]

She nuzzles at his neck, gently, and if her breath catches again, it's brief.

And if her kiss is more tasting his skin than anything else, it's understandable.

[last_adam]

Adam's head falls back, his eyes close, at the feel of her mouth on his neck, and his hand scrabbles at her hand in his, and if there's a moan, it's a low one.

[called_lioness]

She pulls away enough to rest her forehead against his, squeezing his hand tightly.

[last_adam]

He takes a moment to breathe deeply, trying to keep his head above water. He leaves her hand at her waist and brings it up to her face, running it slowly and smoothly across her cheek.

[called_lioness]

Her eyes close at that, and she turns and presses a kiss to his wrist, before just relaxing at the touch again.

[last_adam]

The kiss makes him almost giddy, and he leans in to her shoulder and kisses his way up her neck, until he reaches her ear, and captures it in his teeth.

[called_lioness]

"Oh." As much a whimper as anything else, and her arms are that much tighter around him.

[last_adam]

He pulls on it a bit more at her sound, pulling it into her mouth, and toying with it, while his hands, his hands are busy elsewhere, touching, feeling. He gives her ear one last kiss, and moves his way to her her jaw, where he peppers her with light kisses.

[called_lioness]

So nice. It feels too nice, almost, and she might be shivering, a little, at each touch, as her hands run down his back.

[last_adam]

His back arches, just a little. It would be unnoticeable unless you were there, unless you were the one holding him and running your hands down his back. But he does. And he keeps kissing her, back to her mouth, to find her, to find his center again.

[called_lioness]

She is the one holding him and touching him. And so she does notice, as her fingers fingers are drifting up again and across his shoulder blades, and her tongue is brushing against his.

[last_adam]

He breathes her in, and he's home, and he's still kissing her, and stop, stop, we should stop doesn't know how to stop, and his hands are on her back, under her shirt, feeling the smooth expanse of skin there. stop but he doesn't.

[called_lioness]

"Oh," again, even as her right hand moves around and rests on his chest, then smoothing against ribs, then, "Adam, I..." And she doesn't know how to finish that sentence. Doesn't know what to do, except she thinks she should pull away, and she thinks she really doesn't want to.

[last_adam]

He pulls back then, but doesn't move his hands from her back, and looks at her.

"You-"

He looks into her eyes, questioning.

[called_lioness]

"I--I don't know," and there are many ways to finish that sentence, all that would be true. "What to do," or "how," or, "if I should leave," and probably more.

[last_adam]

Adam doesn't know any of those things, either. And so instead of saying anything, he nods. And he moves his hands, but he does not move away, he wraps her up his arms, and holds her close, as close as he can get her.

[called_lioness]

That's rather close. And she might help him so it's closer yet.

"Thank you." Quietly, as her breathing slows a bit, and her head rests on his shoulder.

[last_adam]

He only nods again, and he kisses her forhead, and he strokes her gently, running his hands through her hair as he watches her calm down before kissing her again. He smiles at her, because it's like he can see all the beauty of the world, there in her face. And when he thinks to look again, she's asleep.