(Play Time)

[adamdouglasjr]

The skies horizon of a blended blue and orange, orange fading into the deep ebony of night. Last nights sprinkling of rain still clung to the windows, beading them with morning dew. Beyond the glass doors of the Emma Frosts loft roared the morning life that scuttled about New York City at five in the morning. Within, a gentle calm clung to every

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[icy_bitch]

Dreaming. Arms around her. A gentle kiss on the back of her neck. The sweet touch of skin on skin. The hot touch of breath on the back of her neck and...

And it was that moment that dream became reality. Ice blue eyes fluttering open, taking in the soft summer sunlight, the scent of Drakkar and masculinity. Of Adam.

Rolling over, smiling, a bright smile that had graced her lips since he had returned, since love had been vowed, since he had been hers.

"Good Morning, my Darling."

Purring out the words, leaning up to nibble at his throat, already beginning to twine herself around him, a wicked grin beginning to take the place of that sweet sleepy smile as her hands glided down his waist and scritched lightly over his hips.

[adamdouglasjr]

The sorrow of having to leave was quickly washed away at her touch. Fingers brushing against overly sensitive skin, bombarding the mans mind with glorious fantasies. He giggled low, giving in to her teasing. Eyes rolled back, lids sliding shut. His chest tightened, hands gripping at the bulk of the comforter. Her hands glided across to his hips, those rolling forward a bit. A hand flexed open, adjusting a bulge beneath his cotton boxers of a royal blue hue.

Adam leaned forward, face buried to the woman’s neck to spoil her with vibrant kisses and suckling just below her ear lobe. He moved forward, clawing towards and partially over her.

“Mmm.. Lord, Almighty…”

[icy_bitch]

Groaning at his touch, eyes fluttering, unable to decide between open and closed as she slides back, laying back on the mattress, trying to draw him with her.

A soft murmur on her lips, no distinct words as she just touched him. Arms, side, back, his throat. Just needing contact, needing to be near him, next to him, with him.

"Is Laramie up,' she murmurs, a soft smile on her lips for the pup. 'I... I thought I hard you talking."

[adamdouglasjr]

Kisses, more than just a bit frisky continued to smother over her jaw line, sucking gently at a pressure point on her neck. Fingers continued to flex and open, the comforter gripped tightly in his hands. Adam looked back a moment to the dog at the foot of the bed. Gone. The faint sounds of water being lapped up from the kitchen could be heard.

The man sighed, slumping forward over Emma playfully, barely keeping himself from just laying atop her. His face was buried into her pillow, chuckling softly.

“I have… some bad news… But you have to promise not to hate me… It’s not my fault…”