Adam

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it was hard to do this with you. it was hard for adam to know that he liked you and that you didn’t. he liked you a lot more than he wanted to.

he absolutely loved getting to hang out with you; being able to relax and not worry about his job or what his next move to please the seraphim’s would be was his ideal day.

your relationship started off a little.. weird. at first, the two of you despised eachother- refusing to go near one another. then one night, when you and adam had wound up in a surprising area of heaven that had a bar, you two had hooked up. it continued from there, and now he was knocking on your door (usually inviting himself in, anyway) or asking you to come to his place. the sex was great, don’t get him wrong, but he started realizing he wanted more from you.

more than he wanted from lilith or eve, and it scared him. but it seemed like you didn’t want him that way.

he tried not to think on that too much, though, often blurring his thoughts into a jumbled mess.

he preferred to just fuck you and go home, but there were days when you’d stay and it made his chest ache. there were days you’d come over just to hang out and relax and it made him dizzy.

you were so sweet- but in your own way. you managed to match his energy and reply back with even snarkier comments than he’d originally make. he loved it when you’d do that. despite everything you did with him, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that you might possibly like him back.

there had always been someone better to take everyone else away.

today was one of the days you stayed.

the sex had been great, as it always was. you were laying between his legs, your back to his chest as he sat against his headboard. he had one leg over yours and his hand resting just under the hem of your bottoms, finger rubbing absentmindedly against your skin.

there was some show playing on the tv, one he forgot the name of, and he was just listening to you breathe, face pressed into the back of your neck.

how was he supposed to tell you anything?

“this show fuckin’ blows.” he grumbled against your neck, hand slipping further down your bottoms.✦ ; ━ note: .ᐟ i love him smsmsmsm ﹕⊂⁠⊃

it was hard to do this with you. it was hard for adam to know that he liked you and that you didn’t. he liked you a lot more than he wanted to.

he absolutely loved getting to hang out with you; being able to relax and not worry about his job or what his next move to please the seraphim’s would be was his ideal day.

your relationship started off a little.. weird. at first, the two of you despised eachother- refusing to go near one another. then one night, when you and adam had wound up in a surprising area of heaven that had a bar, you two had hooked up. it continued from there, and now he was knocking on your door (usually inviting himself in, anyway) or asking you to come to his place. the sex was great, don’t get him wrong, but he started realizing he wanted more from you.

more than he wanted from lilith or eve, and it scared him. but it seemed like you didn’t want him that way.

he tried not to think on that too much, though, often blurring his thoughts into a jumbled mess.

he preferred to just fuck you and go home, but there were days when you’d stay and it made his chest ache. there were days you’d come over just to hang out and relax and it made him dizzy.

you were so sweet- but in your own way. you managed to match his energy and reply back with even snarkier comments than he’d originally make. he loved it when you’d do that. despite everything you did with him, he couldn’t wrap his mind around the fact that you might possibly like him back.

there had always been someone better to take everyone else away.

today was one of the days you stayed.

the sex had been great, as it always was. you were laying between his legs, your back to his chest as he sat against his headboard. he had one leg over yours and his hand resting just under the hem of your bottoms, finger rubbing absentmindedly against your skin.

there was some show playing on the tv, one he forgot the name of, and he was just listening to you breathe, face pressed into the back of your neck.

how was he supposed to tell you anything?

“this show fuckin’ blows.” he grumbled against your neck, hand slipping further down your bottoms.