cautionarytale | 065 - Claustrophobia!

[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.]

[Elle grinned against his lips and started running her hands across his chest, sending a faint hum of electricity into him.]

"Oh, by the way," [she said quickly, pulling away. In her confusion over Peter, she'd almost forgotten the idea she'd had. And this was an idea that was really only shareable with Adam.]

"I thought maybe if I could steal some of Veronica's clothes, I could pass myself off as her. Create a little mayhem. Whadaya think?"

[Adam took the electricity in stride, only wincing slightly.

As Elle pulled away Adam sat up slightly. As she explained her plan, he raised an eyebrow, smiling at Elle.] "That is a brilliant plan." [However, past encounters with Veronica had caused Adam to err on the side of caution.]

"Be careful of her boyfriend though. His name's Logan or something. I beat the shit out of him. If you don't have a foolproof cover, he might call you on it. Also, her father has a pitbull. I'm not sure if the dad's on the boat anymore, but the dog might still be."

"Logan and a pitbull, check. I sure as hell can fool her inmate, though."

[Annoying Lauren was actually the whole point to this little scheme. If Elle could use her disguise to her own advantage somehow, that'd be great, but really she wanted to get back at Lauren for making this flood worse. And get back at Veronica for being a bitch.]

"Please do."

[Adam was impartial to Lauren. She was just another girl. She seemed like she had a stick constantly up her ass-maybe this would be good for her.]

"Did you know that in Lauren's world, there's apparently someone who looks like me? I've got a twin also."

[It didn't matter at all to Elle's plan-it was just a tidbit. However, Adam had found it interesting. How many people here had twins?]

"Maybe all the good-looking people have twins out there somewhere. And one or two of the not-so-good-looking, come to think of it," [she added, remembering that Libby had had a twin.]

"Think you could use that to mess with her, or did you already get the most out of it?"

"Oh I already messed with her." [Adam said, smirking. It was worth it.] "She's good in bed. Not as good as you, of course."

[Elle bit her lip and smiled. She didn't really care who Adam slept with as long as he remembered who he belonged to. And a compliment like that was pretty great.]

"Yeah?"

[She didn't particularly need him to repeat it, so instead of waiting for a response she leaned in and kissed him again. A little part of her brain was reminding her about Peter and why he was mad at her, but one more kiss that he'd never find out about wouldn't hurt.]

[Adam opened his mouth to respond, but Elle leaned in instead. Smiling to himself, he kissed her back, thinking solely about her. This was great.]

[Elle pulled back after a few moments of enjoyable kissing, smiling at him.]

"What'll we do with her? I mean, if I'm pretending to be her warden, you think I can... take her stuff or... I dunno, keep her locked in her room or something? What'd be fun?"

[Adam frowned, thinking for a moment.]

"Both of those sound good. Maybe you can take something that's really important to her. I think that she'd just bitch if you kept her locked in her room."

[Wow, that was a lame suggestion. As for the thing that would be important to Lauren, Adam had no idea.]

"Yeah. I guess we'll see what comes up. Who knows, maybe wardens have all these cool powers. Maybe I could steal her journal and that... item thing, too. Maybe I could do something really bad and everybody would think it was her."

[Elle was pretty much thinking aloud, rattling off whatever ideas popped into her head.]

"That sounds good. What is her item thing though? How would you be able to tell? I never really found out what Morgan's item was and I only knew what her journal was because it looked like a journal."

[Adam was basically doing the same thing as Elle.]

"I dunno, maybe it... looks like... special."

[Okay, that was dumb. The wardens' items probably just looked like random knick-knacks lying around in their rooms. After all, she'd never seen anything in Peter's room that screamed 'I'm an item, steal me!']

"Whatever, I can at least look for it. But you'll have to teach me how to pick a lock, otherwise I won't be able to get in."

"Easy."

[It actually was easy for Adam to teach Elle how to pick a lock. He had been doing things like this for four hundred years, he had gotten pretty good at it. At least, good enough to teach her.]

"When should we start?"

"Any time you like," [Elle said in her most suggestive tone of voice, smirking at him.]

065 - Claustrophobia!

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