[MGW] December Prompt #66 -- "Your Mom"
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muses_gonewild are AU/stand alone pieces/fics, and as such completely not binding on any other muse or to be considered to be influencing any RP 'verse in which I play. If anyone, however, would ever like to play off of them, please feel free. Otherwise, just, um, watch the crack.]
They were lying close together, curled up a bit and tangled in sheets and legs and arms. Adam's eyes were closed, body still humming from pleasure given and received in spades. His fingers lightly stroked over the sweat-slicked skin of the boy pressed against him, as he felt himself drift a little, a smile on his lips.
"So, barring Elle, and really, above and beyond anything else, thirty years without this must have been..." Peter's voice was light, teasing, trying to make light of all the things Adam had told him in fits and starts in the weeks since they'd reunited.
"Hell," Adam said, succinctly, not opening his eyes.
"So this...enthusiasm?" Peter's lips brushed his neck, and Adam opened one eye to peer at him. "Is it because of so long without, or..."
"I think you'd inspire it, no matter how long it had been," Adam said, dry and amused.
Peter grinned at him. "Yeah?"
"Yes."
They lay quietly for a bit longer, breaths evening out to match and Adam drifted toward sleep again, until Peter's voice, very thoughtful, interrupted him. "How long has it been since anyone inspired you?"
"What?"
"I mean, you told me about Hiro, but that was almost 400 years ago, so...surely in 400 years, you've loved someone else?"
Adam stilled a little, thoughts flashing to another dark head and flashing eyes with fine cheekbones and a wicked smile. "Is that what this is, Peter? Love?"
The defense seemed like it might work, for a moment, as Peter's cheeks flushed a bit, and his eyes dropped. When they came back up, however, they were fierce and defiant. "You said I'll be like you now, that I keep regenerating so much, I probably won't ever age, either. You said you were lonely...I know how lonely you've been. Is that all it is?"
Adam squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, but at least this conversation was better than the other. "No. That's not all it is."
"Then what?"
"I don't know. Not yet. More than lust. But love...is not a term I have used easily, ever." Of course, not using it had cost him dearly more than once, and he felt a bit of a chill at the thought of losing again this time. His hand reached for Peter's, fingers winding through his. "But perhaps it is moving in that direction a bit more rapidly than I had anticipated."
It was a soft admission, and he followed it up with a softer kiss. That distraction worked better than questioning what this was between them, and it was almost an hour later when Peter's voice came soft, lips moving against Adam's chest where his head was pillowed. "So, who was it? I told you about Simone...Caitlin..."
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Adam asked, growing a little resigned.
"No," Peter said, with half a laugh. "You should probably learn that about me now. Very stubborn."
So was she, Adam remembered, with a touch of a pang.
"You won't like it," he warned, fingers curling in Peter's hair, grateful it had grown some from Elle's attentions.
"How long ago was it?" Peter asked, not seeming to care about liking it or not.
"Over forty years since we met. Thirty since we parted."
"When they put you in there?" Peter's voice was more alert now.
"Yes."
"You left someone behind?"
"Yes."
It lay there between them now, and he could almost feel Peter's mind working, counting over what he knew of Adam's time with the Company and before. Small things Adam had said, little stories that slipped out about Nathan as a child. He felt the slender body next to him tense, heard him swallow.
"What was her name?"
Adam braced himself for the outburst that he was sure would come, staring fixedly at the ceiling, as he quietly confessed, "I called her Angela, but I believe you call her Mom."
muses_gonewild are AU/stand alone pieces/fics, and as such completely not binding on any other muse or to be considered to be influencing any RP 'verse in which I play. If anyone, however, would ever like to play off of them, please feel free. Otherwise, just, um, watch the crack.]They were lying close together, curled up a bit and tangled in sheets and legs and arms. Adam's eyes were closed, body still humming from pleasure given and received in spades. His fingers lightly stroked over the sweat-slicked skin of the boy pressed against him, as he felt himself drift a little, a smile on his lips.
"So, barring Elle, and really, above and beyond anything else, thirty years without this must have been..." Peter's voice was light, teasing, trying to make light of all the things Adam had told him in fits and starts in the weeks since they'd reunited.
"Hell," Adam said, succinctly, not opening his eyes.
"So this...enthusiasm?" Peter's lips brushed his neck, and Adam opened one eye to peer at him. "Is it because of so long without, or..."
"I think you'd inspire it, no matter how long it had been," Adam said, dry and amused.
Peter grinned at him. "Yeah?"
"Yes."
They lay quietly for a bit longer, breaths evening out to match and Adam drifted toward sleep again, until Peter's voice, very thoughtful, interrupted him. "How long has it been since anyone inspired you?"
"What?"
"I mean, you told me about Hiro, but that was almost 400 years ago, so...surely in 400 years, you've loved someone else?"
Adam stilled a little, thoughts flashing to another dark head and flashing eyes with fine cheekbones and a wicked smile. "Is that what this is, Peter? Love?"
The defense seemed like it might work, for a moment, as Peter's cheeks flushed a bit, and his eyes dropped. When they came back up, however, they were fierce and defiant. "You said I'll be like you now, that I keep regenerating so much, I probably won't ever age, either. You said you were lonely...I know how lonely you've been. Is that all it is?"
Adam squeezed his eyes shut and sighed, but at least this conversation was better than the other. "No. That's not all it is."
"Then what?"
"I don't know. Not yet. More than lust. But love...is not a term I have used easily, ever." Of course, not using it had cost him dearly more than once, and he felt a bit of a chill at the thought of losing again this time. His hand reached for Peter's, fingers winding through his. "But perhaps it is moving in that direction a bit more rapidly than I had anticipated."
It was a soft admission, and he followed it up with a softer kiss. That distraction worked better than questioning what this was between them, and it was almost an hour later when Peter's voice came soft, lips moving against Adam's chest where his head was pillowed. "So, who was it? I told you about Simone...Caitlin..."
"You're not going to let this go, are you?" Adam asked, growing a little resigned.
"No," Peter said, with half a laugh. "You should probably learn that about me now. Very stubborn."
So was she, Adam remembered, with a touch of a pang.
"You won't like it," he warned, fingers curling in Peter's hair, grateful it had grown some from Elle's attentions.
"How long ago was it?" Peter asked, not seeming to care about liking it or not.
"Over forty years since we met. Thirty since we parted."
"When they put you in there?" Peter's voice was more alert now.
"Yes."
"You left someone behind?"
"Yes."
It lay there between them now, and he could almost feel Peter's mind working, counting over what he knew of Adam's time with the Company and before. Small things Adam had said, little stories that slipped out about Nathan as a child. He felt the slender body next to him tense, heard him swallow.
"What was her name?"
Adam braced himself for the outburst that he was sure would come, staring fixedly at the ceiling, as he quietly confessed, "I called her Angela, but I believe you call her Mom."
