Ball and Chain
Title: Ball and Chain
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Adam Monroe/Monica Dawson
Rating: Light R
Word Count: 367
Spoilers: Vague S2
Warnings: Public display of some pretty physical affection
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: This was written for toestastegood’s Five Acts Meme for the acts: “affection/ownership.”
Summary: Monica and Adam celebrate a dinner, and a little bit more…
Thirty years' confinement should not have made much of a difference. He'd lived through some pretty decadent times, after all. He should be able to handle the passions of one beautiful woman without losing control.
But if he had to do it, Adam was utterly glad it was with her.
Monica was dressed in red, lips stained crimson as she ordered her dinner, the waiter paying so much attention to her mouth he almost missed her words. Adam knew exactly how the poor man felt. At least he didn't have to worry about Monica's hand seeming to burn on his thigh, hidden by the table cloth. He wasn't privy to the pleasure of her slowly caressing him throughout the meal, laying her claim with every barely-concealed blush and gasp hidden behind a sip of wine.
That was Adam's alone.
Her hand had gotten bolder as the level in the wine bottle dropped, and Adam could feel the diamond of her engagement ring pressing into the skin of his back as she slowly pulled his dress shirt free a thread at a time.
"I don't suppose you'd let me make a toast while my clothes are still on?" Adam asked over a shared slice of key lime pie. He smiled ironically when he said it and didn't quite stifle a gasp when she moved her hand to tangle with his, their rings chiming softly against each other.
"Maybe," she said, one finger drawing obscene suggestions on his palm.
Adam let his arousal surge to the forefront, knowing she'd see the hunger in his eyes before her hand even moved to cup his hardness, squeezing it gently, pride in her gaze.
He let the wine glass sit untouched as she captured his lips with hers in a passionate kiss, painting him as red as her before she let him go.
"Well?" she asked in his ear, her voice a little husky with repressed desire.
"Yes," he said softly. "By far, the best wedding day I've ever had."
Monica smiled at her new husband, and made her own toast, one that required no words but Adam's reverent whispering of her name as he gave up everything he had to her.
Author: jaune_chat
Fandom: Heroes
Characters/Pairing: Adam Monroe/Monica Dawson
Rating: Light R
Word Count: 367
Spoilers: Vague S2
Warnings: Public display of some pretty physical affection
Disclaimer: Heroes is owned by Tim Kring, NBC, et al.
Notes: This was written for toestastegood’s Five Acts Meme for the acts: “affection/ownership.”
Summary: Monica and Adam celebrate a dinner, and a little bit more…
Thirty years' confinement should not have made much of a difference. He'd lived through some pretty decadent times, after all. He should be able to handle the passions of one beautiful woman without losing control.
But if he had to do it, Adam was utterly glad it was with her.
Monica was dressed in red, lips stained crimson as she ordered her dinner, the waiter paying so much attention to her mouth he almost missed her words. Adam knew exactly how the poor man felt. At least he didn't have to worry about Monica's hand seeming to burn on his thigh, hidden by the table cloth. He wasn't privy to the pleasure of her slowly caressing him throughout the meal, laying her claim with every barely-concealed blush and gasp hidden behind a sip of wine.
That was Adam's alone.
Her hand had gotten bolder as the level in the wine bottle dropped, and Adam could feel the diamond of her engagement ring pressing into the skin of his back as she slowly pulled his dress shirt free a thread at a time.
"I don't suppose you'd let me make a toast while my clothes are still on?" Adam asked over a shared slice of key lime pie. He smiled ironically when he said it and didn't quite stifle a gasp when she moved her hand to tangle with his, their rings chiming softly against each other.
"Maybe," she said, one finger drawing obscene suggestions on his palm.
Adam let his arousal surge to the forefront, knowing she'd see the hunger in his eyes before her hand even moved to cup his hardness, squeezing it gently, pride in her gaze.
He let the wine glass sit untouched as she captured his lips with hers in a passionate kiss, painting him as red as her before she let him go.
"Well?" she asked in his ear, her voice a little husky with repressed desire.
"Yes," he said softly. "By far, the best wedding day I've ever had."
Monica smiled at her new husband, and made her own toast, one that required no words but Adam's reverent whispering of her name as he gave up everything he had to her.