Bad Blood

Somehow, at some point Adam and Ava ended up on the bed and he couldn't recall how they had gotten there, nor did he care.

Lost in the sweet caress of Ava's tender embrace, everything else paled to insignificance. Nothing which lay beyond the boundaries of her shambolic, humble room was of any importance anymore.

There was no fire in the grate but their bodies clung to each other, creating their own delicious, sizzling heat.
To Adam this was by far the most wonderful room in the world.

They were here, together. There was no bickering or taunting, and no more pretence. Just centuries worth of unveiled emotion and affection.
They kissed and kissed as though their lives depended on it, their arms encircling each other tightly, like a pair of star-struck youths encountering the heady flushes of true love for the first time.

He was mindful to keep his arduous passion measured, not wanting to lose control and ravish her again so soon after having inflicted the wound on her neck.
The sensual urge to take possession of her tiny, perfect body was strong, but he silently reminded himself that there would be time enough for that. Time was something they had an abundance of, and for once in his eternally long life he was grateful for it.

He could be patient, he assured himself, as he relished the new exciting experience of having her in his arms.
He was going to thoroughly enjoy exploring every part of this wild, exotic creature. His intention was to become intimately acquainted with her mind as well as every soft curve of her body in turn, and he had an eternity in which to do it.

A bolt of exhilarated anticipation seared through his body at the prospect.
Her tongue was sensual and alive as she entwined it around his tentatively, and he couldn't help but feel foolish for the time he had spent idly fretting.
All those wasted years deliberating and wallowing in denial, when he could have been doing this.
What a complete idiot he had been.

During what seemed like the millions of hours they spent kissing, Ava felt almost drunk on desire, her head foggy and dizzy as Adam's deliciously sinful lips caressed hers over and over again. Taking their sweet time, exploring, tantalising and arousing in the most tenderest of ways.

She found herself thankful for the light dusting of stubble on his jaw, as her chin grew raw from the glorious friction of his face grazing hers.
It made the situation pleasurably real.
Serving as a reminder that this was not an exquisite dream, it was actually happening.
After all this time, after she'd all but given up hope on ever having him for her own, finally her fantasies had become a reality.
Her persistence had paid off

Eventually they had fallen asleep, Adam having succumbed first to the most peaceful slumber he had known in decades.
Carefully and quietly Ava readied herself for bed, changing back into her floral robe before curling up beside his manly frame contentedly.

He awoke feeling rested and revitalised, smiling once more when he found Ava already awake, coiled against his body, their foreheads touching.

She had barely slept due to the uncontainable excitement she felt in relation to the transition they were undergoing. Sleep had eluded her, and when she had finally begun to yawn it was with great reluctance she yielded to her tiredness.
Unwilling to miss a moment of this, of him.

She beamed at him now, unmistakable adoration in her expressive, doe eyes. Her visage glowing with elation.

"I can always sense when I'm being watched."
He informed her, the smile audible in his voice.

"Ooh, how very perceptive of you."
She teased.
"Is that part of your spooky action thing?"

"Spooky action at a distance is a proven thing."

"What is it exactly? You never did tell me."

He moved himself back slightly to take hold of her hand, holding it up in order to demonstrate.

"Quantum entanglement.....when you separate an entwined particle and you move both parts away from the other, even at opposite ends of the universe, if you alter or affect one the other will also be altered or affected."
Placing his much larger hand over her dainty one, he laced his slender fingers through hers, emphasising his point.
"It happens when two particles are so deeply linked, they basically share the same existence."

Blinking rapidly, she felt her chest tighten as the gravity of his words penetrated her heart.
"Your poem, the one about the link between your heart and mine..."
Her words trailed off as she began to comprehend the importance of what he was explaining to her now.

Could it be possible that he actually believed they were made for each other? That they were destined to be together? And that whatever their souls were made of, his and hers were the same?

"Yes Ava. I've always had spooky action vibes around you. That's how I found you that night in Paris. I just didn't understand it then, or perhaps I didn't want to."

"Oh Adam, why did you never say anything?"

"I was married to Eve."

"You still are married to Eve."
She pointed out bluntly.

"Yes but we're no longer together and..."
He grew quiet, considering his next words carefully.
"...and she knows now."

"Knows what?"

"About....about us. She's always known, she told me."

Ava looked momentarily panic-stricken and deeply confused.
He felt her grip tighten protectively around his palm, and brought it up to his lips, kissing the the back of her hand softly.

"She's fine with it Ava. There's no need to worry."

"She....she is?"
Ava spluttered, her head reeling with shock as she contemplated the idea of her sister not only knowing that she shared a mutual attraction with her husband, but that she was also perfectly accepting of the concept.

"Then....then why were you still so reluctant to-"

"Because I'm a coward and I was afraid to take a risk."
He cur her off quickly, sensing what she was about to say.
His honest, self-depreciating remark surprising Ava somewhat.
"Not to mention this....this is something else I was afraid of."
He moved the tousled tresses of her hair and gently ran his fingertips over the bruised puncture wounds that adorned the side of her neck.

He perceptibly blanched as he inspected them, crushing feelings of guilt returning.

Sensing his remorse, she attempted to alleviate his concern. Absentmindedly playing with a stray lock of his unruly hair as she spoke, twirling it around her finger.
"Don't be silly, I honestly didn't mind. It did scare me a bit at first because I wasn't expecting it, and it did hurt...but...."

He waited with bated breath for her to complete her sentence as she deliberately drew out the lengthy pause, delighting in having him hang on her every word.

But as she raised her eyes to meet his, she suddenly felt overwhelmed by the sincerity and the tender vulnerability right there before her. A haunting shade of innocence she'd never dared dream of witnessing in him.

"But what?"
He eagerly urged her to continue as he gazed at her from beneath his velvety eyelashes.

"But....it was amazing Adam."

"Amazing? In what way?"

"Oh don't ask me to explain, it just was. I already told you it felt right. It felt incredible....you, you felt incredible."

Flattered and abashed by her compliment, he tried to look unfazed but felt his face heat up alarmingly, blushing in a way he hadn't since the long forgotten days of his youth.

Straining upwards she placed a kiss on his forehead, and he felt her smile against his creased brow.
"Anyhow, I'll take it as a compliment, seeing as I'm the only one you've ever been tempted to bite."
She reflected on this for a moment, her playful smile widening.
"You must find me quite irresistible!"

He arched a dark eyebrow in amusement, and his mouth kicked up at the corner.
"You have no idea."
Moving above her, she dissolved into a fit of giggles as his upper body came down over hers, threading his arms beneath her petite frame.
"But I'll be more than happy to show you."
He whispered salaciously against her ear.

The vibration of his voice sent a tingle along her spine, and she closed her eyes. Her heartbeat thudded and quickened as she absorbed his exquisite male scent and heat, welcoming his loving attention as she trailed her hands across the broad expanse of his bare back.
He exhaled as her touch scorched him, her fingertips burning a path across his skin.

"Mmm, please do. And maybe this time I'll get to sample a taste of you, beautiful."

He stilled abruptly, every nerve in his body immediately standing on end.
Unsure of precisely what had affected him, her calling him 'beautiful' in the manner of a pet name which he wasn't yet accustomed to, or her expressing a desire to feed on him....or something else.
A disturbing thought which suddenly dawned on him, bringing with it an unsettling, nagging doubt.

He drew back and straightened, studying her face intently.
His expression altered. Darkened.
The thought that hadn't previously occurred to him until now sent a wave of intolerant jealousy cascading over him, threatening to drown him with it's enormity.

"What's the matter?"
Sensing the shift in his mood, Ava cautiously lifted her arm and stroked the side of his face.
He leaned into her touch, but his expression remained clouded.

"Is that what happened with Ian? Was it bloodlust Ava?"

"What? No!"

"But you said you got carried away. They were your words, and you admitted you found him attractive."
He accused, his voice sounding uncharacteristically strained.

"I said he was cute that's all. He certainly wasn't hot enough to get me that excited, and I told you I didn't even sleep with him."

"What about your husband then? You turned him. You could've turned Ian to prevent him dying but you didn't. So was it different with Richard?"
He persisted leadenly.

"Of course not. Seriously Adam, it was nothing like that I promise. I only turned him because he wanted me to. That was part of the deal."

He tried to mask his scepticism, desperately wanting to believe her. Her honest open face told him that she was speaking the truth, but the dubious insanity he felt at not being able to possess her, to have her eyes forever glued to his at the exclusion of all others, caused his stomach to cramp with irrational insecurity.

"I didn't let him bite me, you're the only one to do that since I was turned..."
She went on, willing her love for him to make him listen.
"....I made a puncture in my wrist, like in 'Interview with the Vampire.' He fed from that-"

"The what interview?"

"It's a film. Tom Cruise plays a brilliant vampire, haven't you seen it? God I adore that movie!"

"No, and I've no idea who that is."
He wrinkled his nose to show his distaste, and she laughed. Relieved that the moment had lightened.

"You need to watch more movies Adam, and go out.."
She encouraged, mentally crossing her fingers in the hopes of persuading him.
"...we could go out tonight? Take a walk along the embankment, check out some live music in the basement bars. You'd love it."

"Go out?"
He looked genuinely puzzled, as if the thought had never dawned on him before.
"I don't think so Ava, and I highly doubt I would love it."

"I'll let you drive the car."
She tempted, her face taking on a daydream expression as she began to envisage their future together.
"Don't be so boring, you have to start living again and forget about the past. None of that matters anymore. What's important is here and now, you and me."

"You and me."
He echoed, looking almost boyish as his cares lifted from him.
A part of him still feared that he wasn't able to give her what she really wanted. What she needed and thrived on.
Excitement.

But her loving enthusiasm was infectious, and suddenly the possibility of emerging from the darkness of his isolated existence was enticingly appealing.
And she was right, the past needed to be laid to rest once and for all.
She was his future, this could be his new lease of life.

"Since when have you been so bloody wise?"
He exclaimed, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

Leaning forwards she draped her arms around his neck, and raining soft kisses down upon his face she riposted,
"Since I found the love of a good man."

Emboldened by the knowledge that he loved her as she did him, she forced him to recline and he happily complied, already eager to hear her racing breath, all hot and heavy echoing inside his mouth once more.

Moving on top of him, she gave in to the wanton place inside of her, straddling his narrow waist, moving sinuously against him. Registering with satisfaction the effect her actions had, as he eagerly brought his hips upwards to meet her.
The growing weight of blood in his veins rushing to swell at his groin.

She had ignited his insatiable passion, his certain hands snaked beneath the soft chiffon material of her robe, gliding over the smooth skin which lay beneath.
His touch made her whimper, and she closed her eyes to submerge herself in the sensory pleasure.
The skin of his fingertips, ever so slightly rough from years of guitar playing, were unsurprisingly skilled as they intimately explored every inch of her, before moving to her belt, impatiently working the knot loose.

She felt the gentle tug as it relented, followed by cool air, and his passion-filled eyes on her. Unblinking, ever-perceptive and filled with need, they roved over her marvellous form in awe, revelling in her nudity. The deep pink flush which appeared across her chest, betraying her arousal.

She dared to chance a look at him and was stunned by all the different emotions she saw there. Lust, passion, adoration, and of course...love.
Neither Richard, nor the mere handful of men she had known carnally over the years had ever looked at her like this. As though she were the only woman in the entire world.

"Shit, Ava."
He breathed raggedly.
"You're so fucking beautiful."

Her heart swelled at his words, at his his unexpected, almost unwilling worship. And as well as increasing her need for tenderness the heady feeling made her needy, greedy.
More than aware that he was hard between her legs, she rocked brazenly against his covered erection.
The welcome scrap of his towel against her bare skin felt amazing but she was throbbing away, desperate for more as his hands continued their exploratory descent.

There had been many times when Ava had wished she were someone else. Someone prettier, someone more elegant and eloquent, someone...better.
Someone like Eve.
But in this moment she was so deliriously happy to be her.

Surging forwards, his lips lustily sought out the middle valley between the mounds of her pert breasts, savouring the sensation of her tender skin.
His groin pulsated and ached, the burning need to shed the towel in order to avail himself to her luxurious, welcoming heat, increasing in intensity.

He honestly thought he could take no more as she throbbed damply against his hard shaft, pushing him to the brink of insanity once again.
Unable to stand it, he tore his mouth away from her breasts with a gasp, and in one speedy manoeuvre flipped her onto her back.

Squealing with surprised delight, she saw him hesitate a moment to drink in the sight of her rare, unveiled beauty, and she shifted nervously beneath his heated gaze.

She was magnificent to Adam, and the vision of her with her thick swathes of golden hair fanned out across the surface of the bed, and her brown eyes so full and deep as they locked on his, would forever be burned into his memory.

Her small rosebud mouth was sinful, open, and inviting.
Her body was like precious marble. Creamy white skin teased and tantalised his dilated pupils, and he stared in unashamed bliss whilst his hands explored her legs, sliding from knee to inner thigh.

Lowering himself back down, he trailed teasing kisses along her navel, moving lower and lower, his hair tickling her stomach as he edged further south.

His intentions were blindingly clear, and she quivered in anticipation as he settled himself between her legs, his strong hands firmly pressing her thighs apart.

Ava was not a religious person, but had she been that way inclined then he would unquestionably be considered a demon or even a devil.
Seductively tempting her into the realm of the sinful and impure, she would gladly follow and shatter the commandments on the spot with him. Even if it meant her soul being eternally damned, she'd never felt so heaven bound.

"My god!"
She exclaimed, as he pressed his hot mouth to her most intimate area. Her hands grasped at his shoulders, digging her nails into his flesh as he nuzzled into her, searching for that most secret spot with unbridled enthusiasm.

A low growl escaped his lips, reverberating against her tingling skin as he lapped at her greedily, savouring the sweet elixir which was rivalled in sublimity only by that which flowed through her veins.

His roaming hands were far from idle, searching upwards to simultaneously fondle and tease her breasts as she writhed beneath his touch.
His deft fingers, his formidable tongue, his expert teasing licks sent hot sparks of pleasure throughout her entire body. The sweet maddening tension tightening and spreading.

Her breath came out in small pants until her throat went dry, and her hands fisted into his shaggy dark mane with desperation.
His large hands slid beneath her buttocks, lifting her as though she were an offering to devour.
His lips, his tongue, were perfect and she involuntarily bucked against his skilled mouth,

She was certain she would snap under the pressure of the tightening, as he relentlessly continued, working her towards the pivotal of all pleasures.
The fluttering dips made her tremble all over, and her need for relief reached a feverish pitch.

"Adam....please....please."
She begged for him to give her life or take it, just as with the softest nudge of the tip of his tongue, he skilfully pushed her into sweet oblivion.

Threads of pleasure rippled down her trembling legs into the very soles of her feet as she came on his tongue, unraveling like a ball of twine.

Crying out, her back bowed and her limbs shook with the intensity of her climax.
Her vision faded to black, and the only sound she heard was the palpitating thrum of her heart.

Releasing her from his clutch, he ceased his tantalising assault and lingered over the swell of her clit, watching her transfixed. Revelling in having witnessed her come undone.

The fierce heat that pumped through his veins bordered on painful, stirring his lust even further.
He needed to take her. He wanted to fill her, to satisfy her every need and end his suffering by becoming one with her again.

Her senses returned as she became aware of his presence hovering higher above her.
Smoothing her hands over the granite muscles of his biceps, she attempted to hoist him upwards, guiding him along her body, urging him to lie atop her.

His mouth found hers, devouring her lips in a frenzy. She arched into him, the sensation sublime, pressing her breasts into his bare chest, as all the while his tongue dove deeper with heightened excitement.

Overwhelmed by the impatient need to feel him, she ran her hands along the solid wall of abdominal muscle, he shifted beneath her caress, his nerves jumping and tensing as she yanked the towel down vigorously, allowing his large erection to spring free.

Crushing his groin against hers, he let out a guttural moan as he felt the wet, scorching heat of her core burning against him.
He would surrender to the maddening lust now, but take her slowly, intimately, sensually. Applying more care, tenderness and affection than when his fervent need had last subjugated him.

It would take great restraint, not ravaging this erotic force of nature. The agonising want pinned him to the ground like a tethered animal, enslaved by instinct. Driven by the primal need to have her. Like a stallion in heat.

She reached down between their bodies and carefully took him in her hand. He felt heavy as he throbbed against her palm, his rigid length swollen and anxious; completely prepared and aimed for entering her.

He held his breath as she guided him towards her pooling entrance. Wavering against her, he nudged between her folds teasingly. Purposely delaying penetration.

"Adam."
She rasped, a slight whine detectable in her voice as she impatiently reached down and clasped her hands to his taut buttocks in a desperate attempt to spur him on. Silently urging him to end her misery.

Seemingly overcome with lust, or perhaps as an act of pity he ranked himself between her shaky thighs and painstakingly slowly slid into her exquisite heat, like an eel into oil.

She inhaled deeply and for a few moments they remained absolutely still, staring into each other's eyes, breathing in rhythm.

Ava surrendered all conscious thought to wave after wave of pure physical sensation. She had never felt more in tune with her own body, with someone else's body.
Yes, the rear mounting of their previous and first encounter had been raw, frenzied and passionately magnificent, but this was the closeness she had yearned for.

Without breaking eye contact he slowly began to move, pushing and retracting gently. The initial discomfort she felt from his impressive size, rapidly gave way to sensual rapture.

"Ooh...God."
She breathed, instinctively harmonising with his slow, pumping motion.
"Don't stop Adam."

Emitting a gruff moan, he flexed forward. Propping himself up on one elbow, forcing their bodies closer as he increased his pace ever so slightly.
"I don't ever want to fucking stop."

They were moving, moving with the uninhibited determination of two lovers conjoined.
Completely lost in the moment, she brought her slim legs up, crossing them at the ankle behind him, enabling him to push deeper.
All the while they moved with mesmeric synchronicity.
Wrapping her arms around his flexing back, Ava's hands caressed his sharp shoulder blades, all her limbs encompassing him tightly. Trapping him to her. She never wanted to let him go, or be without him.

Adam was lost to the natural movement of their bodies as he kept on thrusting, Implanting himself as deeply as possible, his hips moved in a steady pace against her. Creating perspiration where they touched.
The feel of him moving in and out of her, so smooth, so slick, like two well-oiled pieces of machinery that were designed to fit together perfectly when conjoined. Working in perfect hydraulic harmony.
Each dive inwards met with an outward rush of pleasure.
Imagery flooded his mimd as he pumped away smoothly, envisaging his swollen cock sliding in and out of her with fluid motion, wet with her liquid desire.

Her eyes flickered shut as her need for release threatened to swallow her whole.
She raked her nails down his back like a feral feline, and then plunged her hands into his hair, her fingertips and fresh sweat sculpting it into a bed-tousled mess.
He drove into her harder. His thrusts so strong and deep, the marvelous friction sent hot shards of contractions splintering through her.

"Oh my God...Adam!...God I love you."

He rewarded her by skilfully moving his pelvis in a tight circle, the rotation of which she felt deep inside, making her pulse beat perceptibly in her throat.

"I love you Ava, I love you so fucking much."
He hissed coarsely against her shoulder.
His hands grabbed the sheets around her head, and his arms tightened around her.
"Say you're mine....I need to hear you say it."

His voice was intense and matched his actions, as he returned to his previous forward pumping motion. Fucking her with a rabid, focused intensity.
Her hands smoothed down the tensing muscles in his lean back, tracing the tracks of raised scratch marks that had formed on his supple skin.

She glided her fingers across the toned curve of his buttocks, feeling his rhythmic thrusting beneath her touch as well as deep inside, was the most beautiful, sensual experience she'd ever known. What he did between her soft thighs was nothing short of miraculous.

"I....I'm yours Adam....I'll always be yours...oh God!"
She stiffened beneath him as the heat that had been building flooded her like a sensory whirlpool of delirious intensity.

Her orgasm was so different to the fantastic ones which had drenched her sofa the previous night, and the glorious jumpy, sharp one conducted by the rhythm of his sinful tongue.
It was deceptively longer, seemingly lasting for minutes rather than moments. There was no violent shudders, yet it felt deeper somehow, erupting magnificently slowly from deep inside as if from the fabric of her being, and filtering outwards until she felt it in her very bones.

He stilled immediately the instant he realised her climax had hit. Waiting until she calmed, and feeling himself drift further towards the edge of ecstasy, he likewise felt compelled to calm himself.
Impulsively he rolled over in the bed, taking her with him as he repositioned himself beneath her, their bodies becoming entangled in the dishevelled sheets.

She stifled a gasp and leaned towards him so that their noses were only a fraction apart. Ensuring her movements were making the most of him, she rolled her hips against his.
"Mmm, I like this Adam. I get to watch you come."
She purred.

"I'm afraid you won't have to wait very long for that."
He managed, as instinct led him to jerk his pelvis upwards to meet her grinding.

She moved to catch his mouth with her lips, their tongues entwining hungrily.
Tangling his long fingers through her wild cascade of hair, he tugged on it gently, whilst he shifted to enhance sensitivity as they gained momentum. His sole purpose, to make her come one final time before he did.

They broke for air, their breath now coming in hampered gasps as he touched her ribs and smoothed over her slender waist before slipping his hands under the mounds of her buttocks, lifting her slightly to increase leverage.
She yelped as the sweet sensation intensified.. nearing...nearing once more as his long fingers splayed across her bare cheeks, guiding and moving her but following a gentle pace.

He sensed her primal hunger as his eyes fused with hers, and as she threw her head back the sight of her fangs confirmed his belief that her salacious appetite for him now extended far beyond the physical.
The desire to indulge her overruled any previous reservations he may have had.
On the contrary, all apprehension was replaced by an illicit longing to be on the receiving end, to combine the pleasure with pain and feel her sink those razor-sharp incisors into his pulsating artery.

As if possessed by instinct, she buried her face against him.
He felt the warm, wet scrape of teeth across his collar bone, her full lips and small tongue licking and tasting his sweet-salty skin as she feathered soft kisses up and along his neck.
The craving to feed off her new lover, the love of her life, was unbearably irresistible.

As he teetered on the brink he willingly surrendered all senses to the wild, erotic symphony of bliss. Their sublime poetry of flesh, and fleetingly pondered over the question 'since when was heaven so deliciously obscene?'

"Do it Ava!"
He prompted suddenly in a rough, desperate tone.

She understood, and displayed no resistance or hesitation.

Despite his bold command, he still wasn't quite fully prepared for the sharp penetrating sting, as she plunged her teeth deep into his flesh with surprising ferocity, and the pain-diffusing surge of adrenaline that followed.

Her movements sped, riding him hard as he drove into her with greater force. Push, retract, push, retract, push...
They bathed their senses in the extravagant pleasure.
Her desperate suckling on his punctured vein added to the sensory overload and sent him hurtling abruptly beyond the point of no return, just as an equally defeating, sudden orgasm crept up on her.

Reaching out, his hands balled into the sheets at his sides, his entire body shaking aggressively beneath her as he felt himself internally falling, crashing and collapsing in on himself.
"Oh shit!...oh fuck!..Fucking hell!"
He cursed, his last words dissolving into a low groan as his climax peaked and racked his body.

She drank deeply until her breathlessness no longer made it possible. He tasted every bit as delicious as he looked and felt.
Gasping and moaning as his release spilled inside her with such force, her moans turned to cries of euphoria as flames engulfed her from the inside out.
"Oh....Adam!"

A violent pleasure whiplashed through her body like white-hot flashes of lightning splitting through the dark unknown.

It took a great amount of effort for her to prise open her heavy lids, but she succeeded, focusing on his devilish features, now shimmering with sweat, as he gazed up at her, barely coherent, his eyes like two glistening obsidian pools.

She felt herself crumple, and they moved in unison to roll over in the bed, their legs entwined with each others. Tangled up in the damp, twisted sheets. Shaking, kissing, sweating and sighing.

They lay in satiated silence save for their shared panting, and Ava examined him with keen interest.
His face was more mature, more shuttered than ever before, and impossibly handsome.
His features seemed to be carved from stone. She knew every line, each texture. And now she actually wholeheartedly believed she knew the man...the inner man who had remained an enigma even to his closest friends. The likes of Byron, Bowie and Marlowe...who incidentally had all passed on now.

She decided in that instant to strive to become his friend, not just his lover. She would prove to him she was capable of maturity and together they could embark on a journey of self-discovery.
Learning to exist as a couple, as well as reclaiming the parts of themselves that had been lost over the centuries.

No one had ever made her feel the way Adam made her feel. And she knew in her heart of hearts they never would.
Of course there were sides to him she didn't completely know, and many parts of him she didn't understand. But it did not matter to her and it never had.
It was those blank spaces that made her want to be closer, and what made her feel so comfortable around him.
Perhaps those empty spaces would no longer scare him if she could fill the void with her love and devotion.

Licking her lips absentmindedly, the sublime taste of his blood reminded her that they already had an advantage over most lovers.
He had permitted her to feed off him. They were now forever locked together in a most sacred, primal bond, having shared the infinite kiss. Their blood had mingled. Now they truly were one.

Adam moved now in order to press a kiss to the top of her damp head, then pulled her into his strong arms.
Who knew what they'd begun, but the sense of the unknown only made him more determined to bask in this love that the universe had finally granted him.

His rapid heartbeat gradually slowed to its regular rhythm and he felt himself drifting off into a contended slumber.
She allowed him to doze for a short while, until she could suppress her giddiness no longer.

"Adam....Adam."
She whispered impatiently, gently nudging him awake with her elbow.

"Hm"
He murmured sleepily.

"Come on Adam, let's go out."

"What?"

He groaned in protest as she disentangled herself from his long muscular legs, and rose excitedly from the bed.

"It'll be so cool, just you and me. Hanging out....come on. We're going to have so much fun together."

He didn't share her optimism, and responded by pulling her discarded robe over his head. Inadvertently breathing in the beautiful flowery scent of her.

When he failed to move, she lifted it, bringing her face closer with a girlish giggle.
"Peek-a-boo, I see-"

"No. Don't dare say it."
He grumbled as he fought to keep the smile from his face.

Giggling even more, she snatched the robe from him and hastily slipped into it.

"Ava you're brutal."

He lay with his eyes closed until the the sound of the shower being turned on, roused him.
He heaved a heavy sigh, and somewhat begrudgingly resigned himself to the inevitable.
"Well I guess I'm getting up then."