cautionarytale | 065 - Claustrophobia!

[Adam grins, shaking his head. That's his Elle. He's glad to see that she's doing better now.]

"I was just thinking we could take off the pair that I'm wearing and save it until I leave. How's that work for you?"

"That sounds like a great plan."

[Elle undoes Adam's belt, then presses a quick kiss to his neck before pulling away with a spark, taking his belt with her. She wanders over to the wardrobe and slings the belt over a hanger, and grins at Adam over her shoulder.]

"I knew you'd like it."

[Adam stands still, idly twisting a bit of Elle's hair around his finger as she undoes his belt. As she walks towards the wardrobe, Adam takes initiave and starts to unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt.]

[If Adam's getting naked, Elle might as well return the favor. She pulls her shirt off over her head and drops it in the laundry hamper, then kicks off her shoes and sets them at the bottom of the wardrobe. She leaves her pants on, at least for the moment.

Keeping her eyes on Adam, she makes her way over to the bed and sits down.]

"So we've got a few days. Got any ideas on how to pass the time?"

[Adam grinned as Elle started undoing her shirt. Oh yes. There was a benefit for doing this with Elle.]

"Oh, I've got plenty of ideas. Most of them involve us naked though. Think you can handle it?"

[He walked closer to Elle, smirking all the while.]

[Elle smiled and pushed herself further back onto the bed.]

"I'm willing to bet I can."

[She paused, and the smile faded.]

"No telling Peter, though. He's already mad at me, and he'll probably get madder about nakedness than just flirting.

"Oh, of course. I can keep a secret."

[Adam smirked, nodding at Elle. Peter would go postal if he found out. Weren't him and Elle techinically dating? Still, Adam didn't care. He climbed on the bed, next to Elle while undoing more buttons.]

[Elle grinned and kissed Adam, pulling him down on top of her and helping him with the last few buttons.]

"There, more comfortable?"

"Oh yes."

[Leaning in, Adam kissed Elle also.]

[Elle returned the kiss for a few moments, but eventually pulled away and sunk down onto the bed.]

"Why's Peter mad at me? All I did was hit on some guys, and it's not like I meant any of it."

[Adam resisted the urge to laugh. Really? She was asking him that?]

"Peter's your boyfriend. Men are possessive when their girlfriend, wife, spouse whatever flirts with another man. If you want to keep Peter in good spirits, only flirt with him. Peter's not as much of a flirt as you are-he's definitely the one girl at a time type."

[Elle made a face at him.]

"But flirting's just for fun. I'm not really interested in any of those guys, and I told him that and he's still mad about it. Would he get mad if I, like, watched TV with another guy?"

[She gave Adam a light shove that she didn't really mean.]

"Guys are stupid."

"Flirting may just be fun but it can develop into something more than fun. Peter just doesn't want another man to take you. However, I don't think he'd get mad if you watched TV with another guy."

[Dear God, Elle was such a child at times. It was adorable, but very annoying. He smirked slightly at the shove.]

"I'm a guy you know."

"Oh, I definitely know," [Elle assured him with a smirk.

She paused, then gave him a more worried look.] "Should we... not be doing this, then? 'Cause you're not just a toy and I think that might make him even madder."

[Adam rolled his eyes.]

"Honestly? I don't give a fuck what Peter thinks. Make out with as many guys as you want if it pisses Peter off."

[With that, Adam leaned towards Elle and kissed her, intent on picking up where they left off.]

[Kissing Adam was nice and uncomplicated, so Elle tried to relax into it. But she couldn't help thinking that unlike everything else she'd been doing, this was cheating and she shouldn't be doing it no matter how nice it was.]

"But I care what Peter thinks," [Elle insisted between kisses. She rolled over so she was on top of Adam, straddling him, and sent a light jolt of electricity into his chest.]

"Then stop kissing me. Stop flirting with me, stop getting me naked, stop doing things like that." [As Elle zapped him, Adam bit the inside of his lip, determined not to show that it hurt. Those things were annoying once his healing power was gone.]

[Elle wrinkled her nose at Adam's lack of response to the shock. He used to have some of the best reactions.]

"It is fun, though. Isn't it?"

[With a smirk, she leaned down to kiss him, bracing one hand by the side of his head and cupping the back of his neck with the other.

Elle rarely thought ahead, but she was suddenly struck by the fact that this might be the last time she got to kiss Adam, all because of this idiotic conscience she'd grown when it came to Peter. Better make it count, then.]

"Oh God yes."

[He loved doing this to Elle. He loved just kissing her without caring about anything. He returned the kiss, making it as passionate as he could.]

[Elle whimpered softly before pulling back to kiss down Adam's neck, leaving a light bruise where it met his shoulder.]

"I love you," [she mumbled, just to see how it would feel saying it to Adam.

It didn't seem... wrong. Adam was, well, her only friend, really. She'd known him as long as she could remember, which wasn't that long, but... he had to have been around before then, too, because even when she couldn't remember why she kept coming back to him.

But it wasn't quite the same as saying it to Peter. For some reason.]

"But I don't know what that means."

[She slumped against him with tiny noise of frustration. Why did life have to be so complicated?]

"I do too." [Adam said, completely out of habit. How many women had he told he loved over the years? Hundreds. They were just words to Adam. The only one that really meant anything to him was dead.

As Elle slumped against him, Adam petted her on the shoulder.]

"There, there." [He said, sighing slightly. Oh Elle. Poor girl. He knew about her 'childhood' or lack thereof. Just the thought that maybe if Bob had actually spent the time to raise her, then she might be less messed up, less confused.]

"There are different types of love, you know."

"I know that, silly. I love Peter differently than I love Daddy."

[Well, she knew there was romantic love and platonic love, and that romantic love came with sex and platonic love didn't, and there were probably some other differences too but as far as she could tell the main one was whether or not she wanted to see the other person naked.

The trouble was figuring out what category Adam fit under.

She pulled herself up so she was hovering over him and smiled.]

"You'll still love me even if we're not doing this anymore?" [she asked, leaning down to kiss him again.]

[Adam remained perfectly calm, but his mind screeched to a halt. What? Was Elle implying that she would do what Peter said?

Of course he would still love her. He always would. But Peter? Getting in the way more than usual? That was pissing Adam off more than it should. And the fact that it was pissing him off pissed him off even more.]

"Of course I'll still love you." [he replied, kissing her back.]

"Good."

[Elle kept on kissing him, not quite ready to stop yet. Peter was being a stick in the mud anyway, which... probably justified her kissing Adam somehow.]

[Adam kissed Elle as well, mind still on what she said earlier. He was slightly scared that she would indeed stop kissing him to be with Peter. But why was he feeling like that? He wasn't jealous of Peter...not at all.

That didn't matter right now. He continued to kiss Elle.]

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