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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]

Adam would argue heavily that it's him by far and he can't muffle this moan as his head falls back, and he's breathing heavily.

"God, you-"

But he doesn't finish whatever he was going to say, he's too distracted by her smell, by her feel.

[the_lioness]

It seems like every nerve ending is on fire, all over again, and Alanna growls lightly, mouth open and hot on his neck. She shivers.

"Love you," she murmurs, voice husky.

Hands caressing more urgently now, she starts moving again, pressing closer and closer. Everything starts to tense. She wants more, but she also wants it never to end, wrapped up in his taste and smell and feel.

[last_adam]

Even wonderful things can't last forever, and the heat builds up and Adam bites his lip, draws blood, and moves once and twice and is grabbing on to Alanna to keep from falling, to hold on to something real, something he knows, and then he's slumping back against the couch, and he doesn't even notice that his face is a little damp.

[the_lioness]

She falls forward with him, boneless, breathing heavily as she wraps her arms around him.

"You," she manages, "see? Feel fine."

There's a small giggle at that. Fine doesn't even begin to cover it.

[last_adam]

"Fine it is, then."

And he peppers her face with small kisses, settling into the couch with his arms around her and closing his eyes, smiling like there's no better, safer place he's ever been.