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[last_adam]

Mmmm, Atlantean.

Okay, to be fair, there are a lot of thoughts going through Adam's head at the moment, but the loudest and most frequent happens to be "mmm, atlantean."

The door swings open and he's got a smile on his face as he flops on to the couch.

"I'm hoooooooooome."

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[last_adam]

"Not trust me?"

He blinks. So innocent.

"You're feeling well enough?"

[the_lioness]

Innocent like a fox!

"I think it will be a few days before I'm much in the mood for speaking with other people, but I feel fine."

If a little distracted.

"The wine helped a little."

[last_adam]

"Should I just hide you away?"

This time the kiss is lighter, and he pulls back a bit more, putting a hand on her shoulder.

[the_lioness]

Alanna laughs, turning her head to kiss his hand.

"No, not that. I'm sure a knight would have to say no."

And yet, she's nodding as she speaks. Another laugh, and she scrambles into a sitting position, tracing patterns on his stomach.

[last_adam]

"Oh, then I suppose you're alright for this, then."

He leans forward and whispers something in her ear.

[the_lioness]

Her eyes go wide, and if she blushes a little, she'd never admit it.

"Only if you're willing to-"

Whispering, she giggles softly and nips his earlobe.

[last_adam]

Not ever? Not even if he leans over and whispers again, like that?

Or if he bites at her ear a little, like that?

He leans down a little, spreading himself over her.

[the_lioness]

Well, in that case, of course.

She shifts under him, raising up enough to kiss his throat, a slow purr making its way up hers.

"I want to tell everybody." The words are mere breath, hot against his skin.

[last_adam]

"So let's."

Down a bit, and he works his hands under the hem of her top, fingers meeting hot, smooth skin.

[the_lioness]

Her back arches and the shirt slides up further.

"Yes, let's. I might burst if we don't."

Eyes bright, Alanna trails her fingers up and down his sides, eventually slipping under his shirt to grip his waist.

[last_adam]

He grabs her hands, placing them out to the side and looks up at her, shaking his head no even as he grins and moves further down.

[the_lioness]

Hands suddenly empty, she frowns and stretches one overhead, the other diving into his hair. Squirming, she lifts her head and watches.

"Adam." Dangerously near pouting, "hmph."

[last_adam]

"What?"

He blinks up at her innocently and reaches over to capture both of her wrists in one hand as his other hand works on her pants.

"You. Are to sit there. Quiet and still, like the recovering person you are."

[the_lioness]

"It's only a few bruises," she insists. "I'm perfectly recovered."

Quiet and still? Not likely.

Alanna lifts her hips a little to help, gaze heated.

[last_adam]

"Mhmm."

He doesn't seem likely to let her move around like that, though, and he moves his hands to pin her hips down.

"Quiet. and still."

[the_lioness]

Mumbling something under her breath, she bites her lip and goes completely still. Completely still, that is, except for her recently released hands. She trails her fingertips alongside his face and down his neck, finally kneading his shoulders.

She stops quickly lest he capture them again.

"How quiet?"

[last_adam]

"Very."

He should stop her hands, but he doesn't, instead, he works her pants down and kisses his way up her thigh, slowly, feeling the soft flesh under his lips.

[the_lioness]

"I'm not," she whispers, "particularly quiet by nature."

Catching her breath and savoring the feel of his, she moves a tiny amount, just enough to say more.

"Nor still."

[last_adam]

More she wants, more she gets, and he looks up at her, grinning.

"Then you'll have to do something about that, won't you?"

[the_lioness]

Grabbing a stray pillow, she holds it over her mouth long enough to give a low, muffled moan, then peers at him over the edge.

Mostly quiet.

Mostly still.

But then his fingers brush just behind her knee and she whimpers, hips shifting again.

[last_adam]

Mostly quiet, mostly still. Not quite what he'd demanded, but he knows what it takes for her, and he smiles, approvingly. Warm and sweet and salty and he licks and smiles and breathes a cool breath over hot flesh.

[the_lioness]

Well, as long as he approves, and oh, she certainly approves of how he shows his approval. Maybe she'll try harder.

Alanna arches her head back as lightning licks through her. Cool on hot, but it only fan the flames.

(Maybe not.)

Biting back another moan, she twists under him, chasing that feeling.

[last_adam]

It's like a flash, that feeling, and he's harder, faster, and reaches out, grabbing her hands in his and squeezing.

[the_lioness]

One of hers escapes and plunges into his hair again, the other gripping his as if she's afraid she'll fly free.

The pillow falls unnoticed to the floor.

" Adam," she chokes out.

[last_adam]

"Shhh"

He says, and he doesn't quite say it, because the sound is muffled and you can't quite tell what he's saying, but the vibration is there and she squirms just like that and he grins and scrapes his teeth.