Halloween 1999
"Love, are you ever coming out? Like before Halloween ends?" Adam whines from the bedroom.
"Almost ready," you call as you turn out the bathroom light. You take a deep breath and open the doors, stepping into the bedroom. You smile as you take in Adam's apparel. He is sitting at the edge of the bed, swathed in blue tartan cloth. A billowing white shirt and matching kilt complete his ensemble. "There can be only one?" You arch your eyebrow, grinning even wider when he nonchalantly inches the kilt just a little higher up his leg.
"If there can be only one, then it's you Love," he purrs.
He takes in your outfit with a smile equal to your own. Sheer, flowing azure material covers your arms and legs with slightly more opaque, darker, material draped tightly over your torso, dipping at your cleavage just enough to make him smile that special way. Blue beads adorn your carefully crafted hair. He stands and takes your hand.
"You're a genie."
"I'm *your* genie."
If sex was an expression, it would be the one on Adam's face now, as he contemplates your words. "And I get...three wishes?"
"As long as I get one wish in exchange...then yes. Three wishes. Master."
Adam swallows hard. "Agreed. A-anything I want?"
You curtsey slightly and smile. "Anything, Master."
"All right, come sit on the bed?" You let him lead you there. He sits with you, keeping light hold of your slightly trembling hands. "I wish for you to take down your hair."
"My hair?"
"Yes. I wish for you to wear it long." A test, you realize. Most of the hour you spent in the bathroom was fixing your hair just so. He wants to see if you really mean it when you say anything he wants.
"As you wish Master." Your hands come up, removing the carefully pinned beads first. Next you unfasten the braids and begin to untwist them. You're a little annoyed, as he knew you would be, but a promise is a promise. However, just once you'd like to arrive on time for your annual Halloween party...and looking as good as you'd started the night. Oh well.
As the last of your tresses fall to their natural length, he runs his hands slowly through them, combing out the curl the braids have added. As his fingers stroke your neck and scalp, you try not to forget to breathe. Such skill in even Adam's smallest touch. A kind of power that might be annoying, if you didn't benefit from it so much.
"My second wish?"
"Yes Master?"
Adam, ever the showman, presses right up to your ear, his warm breath dancing the words to you. "I wish for you to let me kiss you." The slightest turn of your head brings you eye to eye with him.
"Granted," you breathe.
He smiles and presses his mouth to your own, sweetly gentle at first then building in passion as his tongue traces the part in your lips and plunges in to explore. As you feel his mouth pull away from your own, you move to look into his eyes. His hand on your cheek stops you. "Uh-uh, I'm not done yet," he whispers against your skin. He nibbles his way across your cheek and down your throat. As his lips graze the swell of your breasts, your breath catches. You feel Adam smile against your skin, just before he pulls away.
You manage not to groan in disappointment, though as well as he reads you, you might as well have. "For my third wish..."
"Yes?"
"I want...that is I wish...for you to answer a question for me. Truthfully."
"Yes?"
"Do you love me?" If you didn't know better, you'd think Mr. Confidence himself just wavered in his self-assurance.
"Yes Adam. I do love you."
"Why?" You can see the need to know why he is lovable, why it is you could possibly love him brewing in his stormy green eyes. It just about breaks your heart.
"Why? Because I didn't have a choice in the matter. Because you're the other half of my heart."
He smiles, but his eyes are still sad. "And if you could've chosen?"
"I'd still have picked Adam Klaus." Before he can say another word, you lean forward and kiss him. His hand comes into your hair again, soothing. "Now my turn?" you ask as you break the kiss.
He is grinning. "Anything at all, Mistress."
"What *do* Scotsmen wear under their kilts?"
Before your eyes, a flurry of rustling material makes way for the answer to the age old question. You can't help smiling as Adam kisses you once more and you lay back together...
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