Delay Tactics
You sit on the bed in your hotel room wearing only a button down shirt of Adam’s that he long ago relinquished to you. You have a smile on your face and are combing out your wet hair as you listen to Adam singing in the bathroom. The water just turned off and he’s been distantly regaling you with a parade of hits that he has some very odd notions of the lyrics to.
"Her name was Lola! She ate a cobra!"
You burst out laughing. Dropping the comb, you roll over and push your face into the pillow to try and muffle the noise. Adam steps out of the bathroom surrounded by mist from his shower. He valiantly tries to achieve a stern expression as he approaches the side of the bed. He stands before you, hand on hips, looking as indignant as a sexy wet naked man can manage. You peek up from the pillow, smiling at the sight he makes.
"What exactly are you laughing at my Dear?"
"You." You giggle and pull yourself up to a sitting position. You put the pillow in your lap and hug it against yourself.
"And what is it you find so funny?"
"Your singing."
He mock pouts. "You always said you liked it."
You arch an eyebrow. "The voice is as beautiful as ever. The um… lyrics could use some work."
"You’re questioning my ability to memorize lines? Have you forgotten I’m a showman?"
"I’m saying that if those were really the lyrics, Manilow would have gotten some play on Doctor Demento. As to the showman, how could I forget? Go put a towel on you pervy." You tease him, smiling.
He too smiles. You gulp and attempt to pull his shirt down over your bare legs. He begins to slowly stalk you around the edge of the bed. You drop the pillow and stand up on your knees, trying to keep mobile and anticipate his move.
"Pervy am I?"
"Now Adam,"you hold your hands out plaintively. "We-we don’t have ti… Y-you need to get dressed!"
"I have hours yet before the show."
"Adam come on now… I just got all dried off."
"Your hair’s still wet."
"Bu-but we have to sleep here tonight! We don’t want to get the bed all damp."
He leaps onto the bed like a great jungle cat and takes you to the mattress. "So we’ll get another room later."
"Ada…" your word dies off into a gasp as his mouth descends on your neck. The water on his skin soaks through the thin material of your shirt. It is soon no matter as he unfastens the buttons and pulls the sides apart. He crushes his slick skin against your own. It helps create an amazing sensation as he slides along your body effortlessly, lavishing kisses on your breasts, stomach, thighs, and then back up to you mouth and neck.
He really doesn’t have time for this. You truly want to be the responsible one and make sure he gets to the show on time. But, the past two nights, you were both so dead from the jet lag and the promotional rounds to the local radio and television stations that all you did was sleep. You sigh. If you don’t get him to stop soon, Jonathan’s going to give you that look again. The one he always gives you when Adam shows up ten minutes until curtain time with a smug half-smile and hair that takes a quarter of a bottle of hairspray to tame. ‘Not this time,’ you decide. You are going to be a good girl if it kills you.
In the next breath, Adam’s warm wet mouth closes over your nipple. May you rest in peace. Your leg slides up his thigh, hooking behind his firm behind. "Screw Jonathan,"you mumble against his neck.
"What?" Adam pulls back and smiles at you.
You grin and lace your fingers into his hair, placing sucking kisses on his jawline. "I said screw Jonathan. Screw being responsible. Screw…"
"Me?" He finishes with a hopeful tone in his voice.
You pull back to look at him again. "You’re impossible. You know that?" You kiss him hard on the mouth and tilt your hips up, just allowing his tip to trace the soft hair between your legs.
He growls low in his throat. His hands wind into your hair as he uses his thighs to nudge your legs apart. He soon breaks the kiss, holding your head gently between his hands. Your noses touch, eyes locked on each others as he pushes forward into you.
You don’t care if he ever makes the show as long as you can stay as you are now. His hands slide up your arms, fingers interlacing with your own above your head as he thrusts faster and faster. You hold his gaze as the pleasure builds but you can’t help but close your eyes as your orgasm washes over you. As little aftershocks surge along your limbs, you blink your eyes open just in time to see Adam experience his own climax.
He kisses and nuzzles against you as your breathing returns to normal. With a satisfied smile, he pushes up from the bed and stretches a leg off the side. Quickly, you bring your arms to his neck and pull him back down on top of you.
He laughs, lips grazing your cheek. "What are you doing Love? I mean, what will Jonathan say?"
"Oh shut up." You kiss him.
The two of you enter the backstage of the theater at eight minutes until 7. Jonathan stands tapping his foot, as Adam saunters in with you in tow. You look up at the brunette and point your finger at him. "Just don’t even start."
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| The character of Adam Klaus and the show Jonathan Creek were created by David Renwick and are © the BBC. No infringement is intended and no profits are being made. |