Fic: Fast As You Can, Adam/Elle
Title: Fast As You Can
Characters/Pairings: Adam/Elle, Peter/Elle
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex and ouchies
Spoiler alert: Season 1 and 2 up to Four Months Ago.
Summary: The walls at Primatech are paper thin and Adam’s tired of hearing Elle call out a name that is not his.
Notes: Submitted at heroes_contest for the prompt "Jealousy".
This is my FIRST Adam/Elle fic, so be gentle when you need to but don't be afraid to give me a few pointers
I let the beast in too soon
I don't know how to live
Without my hand on his throat
I fight him always and still
-Fiona Apple, Fast as you can
The walls are paper thin. His fingers touch the concrete tentatively before scrapping his palm roughly against the jagged surface. His skin comes off easily and he looks at the small trail of blood he leaves before pulling away his hand, watching as the scrapes heal under his gaze.
He hears another moan.
Maybe it’s the bizarre constructing of the walls, designed to let air flow freely between rooms, or maybe it’s the ventilation shafts, or even the crack under his door. He doesn’t care, he no longer wants to hear it. If only he could he’d cover up every hole, every crack.
He just wants silence.
The door opens quickly admitting a grinning blonde woman. She sways he hips teasingly as she walks over to the still form standing by the window.
“Miss me?” she asks as her fingers slip under his shirt, lightening skipping from fingers to skin.
She says that one day he’ll love the pain she can inflict. That he will crave it, ask for it.
He doubts he could ever beg, especially to a woman.
“I might have.”
Her lips find his neck as her hands encircle his waist.
She wants to pretend he loves her, that he’s her boyfriend. If that means he gets he can use her to repel his loneliness, he’ll gladly play the role he’s asked to take.
“Ohh… Pe-ter”
“Adam…”
She begs. She screams. And now, there’s no need to pretend, he’s in charge. Her fingers singe the skin of his neck as she holds on, struggling to stay afloat. Pushing her over the edge isn’t hard, it’s when she tugs him along with her that he’s surprised and for once he forgets where he is, who he is.
He forgets Japan, and India, and England, and America.
But she brings him back, a strong electrical pulse frying his skin and the town’s electrical supply.
Peter grunts. He just grunts. He doesn’t scream like she does, he doesn’t beg. He’s cooler and calmer than Adam ever was.
And Adam hates him for it. Maybe, if he would have never fallen for her tricks, if he would have stayed cool, stoic, in charge, if he would never have begged, it would be his bed she would warm, it would be his name -“Peter!”- she would scream.
The door opens slowly, almost hesitantly, and he turns from his solitary post at the window.
She looks like a mess, her hair is pointing out in all directions, as though she had just placed a finger in an electrical socket - although he doubts that would have much impact on her-. Her usually clean shirt shows signs of wear and is slightly askew.
“What happened to you?”
She doesn’t answer, instead she on him, lips on hips, hips on hips, legs crossed behind backs. She lifts his shirt over his head while he busies himself with her pants.
She’s never been this quick to get to the point before. Usually he has to feign interest in her daily activities and offer her various compliments before she starts thinking about sex. But now she’s the one who guides herself in, her walls tightening and screaming.
Her first words of that day are “Harder, for god’s sakes Adam. HARDER!”
And he obeys, without question. He’s like that now, an obedient little dog, craving her flesh like a treat. He kisses her neck, devours her skin, but she doesn’t care. She wants more tonight, and he isn’t enough.
He knows she’ll see someone else tonight, and the simple thought is enough to enrage him. He pushed her up against the wall, obeying her commands. Soon she’s screaming and her eyes damn near roll back in her head.
And then she’s done. She unhooks herself and walks back over to her pants calmly, she never seems to wear underwear anymore.
“I’ve got my first assignment, today.”
“Congratulations,” he tells her.
But he doubts that she ever heard, she was already gone. She has closed the door, she has closed her mind and, he knows, pretty soon, she won’t even bother to check up on him.
A scream, one he knows so well. He can even hear the zap of electricity discharging from her skin. She was right, he misses the zap.
He would beg for it, gladly.
“He’s so sweet,” she tells him, “and cuddly.”
She sits on a chair on the other side of the room. He leaves enough space for her on the bed but she does not seem to be interested.
She hasn’t even touched him, not mentioned their nights and their days.
“I cut his hair.”
But he knows it’s more than that. He heard their kisses, the walls are not soundproof, after all. And he hears the times when her breath catches. Peter isn’t a stupid guy, and Adam can hardly blame him.
He would do the same thing in his place.
“Sweet dreams,” she whispers before leaving.
Peter mumbles a goodnight and Adams heard the springs on his bed complain as he lays back in bed. He waits a few moments before talking.
“We’re leaving tonight. Hope your girlfriend won’t mind.”
“She isn’t my girlfriend.”
But he is not stupid; he has said the same thing before. Truth was, she was better than any girlfriend he ever had.