Adam/Elle: A Short History of Nearly Nothing 3/?
Title: A Short History of Nearly Nothing 3/?
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Adam Monroe, Elle Bishop
50prompts Prompt: 8. Sight
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters before you. They belong to their respected creators, and not me.
Author’s Note: This is part of a series called Mad in the Blood.
Part 1 | Part 2
“Hi, Adam,” said Elle bouncing into his room, with a box in her hands. Adam frowned at her. She had already given him his meds, tested him, and jolted him, her processes worried Adam slightly and he drew back from her, giving her a look.
“Did you forget something?” asked Adam carefully, eyeing her closely. Elle rolled her eyes and walked toward him, sitting next to him on his bed.
“I did,” she said, placing the box in her hands on the bed in the space between them. Adam followed her hands and took a moment to stare at the box, trying to think of all the horrible things she could have in store for him in that box.
“What’s that?” asked Adam, pointing down at the box. It was just a regular size box, it had a red ribbon tied around it, holding it closed, but other than that, there wasn’t anything unusually about it. Elle’s face on the other hand, dropped slightly after he asked.
“Well,” began Elle, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “You’re always complaining about how you never have anything to do in here and I just thought this might keep you occupied.”
Adam gave her a look, which Elle returned, standing up and heading back for the door. Adam spoke up again before Elle managed to leave.
“It’s not porn is it?”
“You don’t need porn Adam, all you need to do is ask,” said Elle, giving him a wink and closing the door behind her.
Adam waited a moment before turning back to the box and reaching out for the end of the ribbon. He paused, counted his lucky stars and pulled. The ribbon slide out of it’s precisely knotted bow, (which must have taken Elle at least an hour to get just perfect) and with a probable explosion emanate, Adam flipped off the lid of the box.
Despite himself, Adam felt a grin tug on the corner of his mouth as the cover of a book stared back at him.
Elle was staying at a quaint little hotel with a very nice desk clerk who didn’t mind letting Elle borrow a few extra towels. She did look at her strangely when she figured out that Elle was taking the hobo looking white man back to her room. Elle manage some off hand comment about helping the needy and herded Adam to the elevator, shoved him inside, gave him a spare room key and told him to shower.
“Where are you going?” asked Adam, stopping the elevator doors from closing, but Elle had already turned around and was waving him off before she replied that she owed him clothes.
She assumed Adam had simple tastes. She ended up with a black t-shit, figured she’d owe him on the pants and his jacket just needed a wash. As long as he showered she could live with him long enough to haul his ass back to Hartsdale.
She waved at the nice Japanese desk lady and made her way up to her room, going through the habit of locking the door and kicking off her shoes and forgetting for a moment that Adam was in her room. The shower was on, filling the room with a hum that made Elle sleepy. She had spent the past few days trying to find the right cemetery. Hiro hadn’t told her where he had stuck Adam, but at the chance to do something on her own without everything being handed to her was a nice change. She had nearly bruised her forehead from slamming her head against the wall too many times when she realized that Adam was located in the same place Kaito Nakamura was buried.
Elle continued to reminisce, far too busy basking in her accomplishment to realize that the shower had turned off. Only when the door opened again and a flood of hot air hit her face that she remembered Adam was there with her. Completely caught off guard, Elle struggled , with the option of leaving quickly going as far as heading toward the door when Adam stepped out of the bathroom in front off her with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Elle swallowed a gasp, nearly running into him.
“Going somewhere?” asked Adam, looking down at her. Elle nodded, composing herself quickly.
“Thought I’d go get a slushi or something,” said Elle, shrugging nonchalantly. Adam gave her a look.
“Elle?”
“Yup?”
Adam leaned closer to her, dropping his head slightly so his mouth was position near her ear. His proximity made Elle’s heart pound.
“You’re not wearing shoes,” said Adam, his wet hair dripping onto her shoulder. Elle blushed (the power he still had over how her body functioned making her absolutely furious) and tried to think of something clever to say, but Adam interrupted her. “Are you trying to avoid me Elle?”
“And risk being this close to you?” mumbled Elle, giving into the image of a half naked Adam in front of her. “Never.”
“When was the last time I told you to get me out of your fantasies?” asked Adam, pulling away from her and walking around her to retrieve his clothes. Elle followed him with her eyes, a smirk forming on her face.
“I will when you will,” teased Elle, making Adam laugh.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, the question throwing off Elle slightly.
“What?”
“Food,” clarified Adam, pulling on the shirt Elle had for him and asked again. “Are you hungry?”
“I-I guess,” stammered Elle. “What, like…now?”
Adam raised his eyebrow at her and grabbed his pants, passing her on his way back to the bathroom. “Yes,” he said. “Like now.”
Author: Liv darkmagic_luvr
Fandom: Heroes
Characters: Adam Monroe, Elle Bishop
50prompts Prompt: 8. Sight
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters before you. They belong to their respected creators, and not me.
Author’s Note: This is part of a series called Mad in the Blood.
Part 1 | Part 2
“Hi, Adam,” said Elle bouncing into his room, with a box in her hands. Adam frowned at her. She had already given him his meds, tested him, and jolted him, her processes worried Adam slightly and he drew back from her, giving her a look.
“Did you forget something?” asked Adam carefully, eyeing her closely. Elle rolled her eyes and walked toward him, sitting next to him on his bed.
“I did,” she said, placing the box in her hands on the bed in the space between them. Adam followed her hands and took a moment to stare at the box, trying to think of all the horrible things she could have in store for him in that box.
“What’s that?” asked Adam, pointing down at the box. It was just a regular size box, it had a red ribbon tied around it, holding it closed, but other than that, there wasn’t anything unusually about it. Elle’s face on the other hand, dropped slightly after he asked.
“Well,” began Elle, shifting uncomfortably on the bed. “You’re always complaining about how you never have anything to do in here and I just thought this might keep you occupied.”
Adam gave her a look, which Elle returned, standing up and heading back for the door. Adam spoke up again before Elle managed to leave.
“It’s not porn is it?”
“You don’t need porn Adam, all you need to do is ask,” said Elle, giving him a wink and closing the door behind her.
Adam waited a moment before turning back to the box and reaching out for the end of the ribbon. He paused, counted his lucky stars and pulled. The ribbon slide out of it’s precisely knotted bow, (which must have taken Elle at least an hour to get just perfect) and with a probable explosion emanate, Adam flipped off the lid of the box.
Despite himself, Adam felt a grin tug on the corner of his mouth as the cover of a book stared back at him.
Elle was staying at a quaint little hotel with a very nice desk clerk who didn’t mind letting Elle borrow a few extra towels. She did look at her strangely when she figured out that Elle was taking the hobo looking white man back to her room. Elle manage some off hand comment about helping the needy and herded Adam to the elevator, shoved him inside, gave him a spare room key and told him to shower.
“Where are you going?” asked Adam, stopping the elevator doors from closing, but Elle had already turned around and was waving him off before she replied that she owed him clothes.
She assumed Adam had simple tastes. She ended up with a black t-shit, figured she’d owe him on the pants and his jacket just needed a wash. As long as he showered she could live with him long enough to haul his ass back to Hartsdale.
She waved at the nice Japanese desk lady and made her way up to her room, going through the habit of locking the door and kicking off her shoes and forgetting for a moment that Adam was in her room. The shower was on, filling the room with a hum that made Elle sleepy. She had spent the past few days trying to find the right cemetery. Hiro hadn’t told her where he had stuck Adam, but at the chance to do something on her own without everything being handed to her was a nice change. She had nearly bruised her forehead from slamming her head against the wall too many times when she realized that Adam was located in the same place Kaito Nakamura was buried.
Elle continued to reminisce, far too busy basking in her accomplishment to realize that the shower had turned off. Only when the door opened again and a flood of hot air hit her face that she remembered Adam was there with her. Completely caught off guard, Elle struggled , with the option of leaving quickly going as far as heading toward the door when Adam stepped out of the bathroom in front off her with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist. Elle swallowed a gasp, nearly running into him.
“Going somewhere?” asked Adam, looking down at her. Elle nodded, composing herself quickly.
“Thought I’d go get a slushi or something,” said Elle, shrugging nonchalantly. Adam gave her a look.
“Elle?”
“Yup?”
Adam leaned closer to her, dropping his head slightly so his mouth was position near her ear. His proximity made Elle’s heart pound.
“You’re not wearing shoes,” said Adam, his wet hair dripping onto her shoulder. Elle blushed (the power he still had over how her body functioned making her absolutely furious) and tried to think of something clever to say, but Adam interrupted her. “Are you trying to avoid me Elle?”
“And risk being this close to you?” mumbled Elle, giving into the image of a half naked Adam in front of her. “Never.”
“When was the last time I told you to get me out of your fantasies?” asked Adam, pulling away from her and walking around her to retrieve his clothes. Elle followed him with her eyes, a smirk forming on her face.
“I will when you will,” teased Elle, making Adam laugh.
“Are you hungry?” he asked, the question throwing off Elle slightly.
“What?”
“Food,” clarified Adam, pulling on the shirt Elle had for him and asked again. “Are you hungry?”
“I-I guess,” stammered Elle. “What, like…now?”
Adam raised his eyebrow at her and grabbed his pants, passing her on his way back to the bathroom. “Yes,” he said. “Like now.”