"That's All!"

Summary: Fiona and Adam are caught in a compromising position. Two-shot; Fiona/Adam fic!

Author's Note: The worst part of living at home with your parents is not having your own space… Fiona and Adam are dating. This takes place several months into their relationship.

Rating: Starts off as shameless PWP, so I'd say its rated M.

Categories: Romance/Angst/Family; Fiona/Adam pairing; Future fic; Lemons!

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Degrassi!


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Adam Torres and his girlfriend Fiona Coyne practically skipped up the steps of his house. They were giddy as he turned the key, and walked in. Fiona was right was right behind him, holding his hand as they entered the foyer.

"MOM! DAD!" he called out. Fiona giggled. He whipped around and brought a finger to his lips, "Shhhhhh!" he quieted her.

"ANYONE HOME?" he looked around cautiously for a few moments, listening out for any sign of life.

He turned to her triumphantly, "See, I told you." He pulled her towards him and hungrily captured her lips. He wrapped his arms around her waist as they got deeper into the kiss. She ran her hands through his hair and leaned in further.

They were breathless when they pulled apart. "Let's go upstairs," she suggested. They swiftly headed to Adam's room hand in hand.

Fiona was eager to continue what they started at school. Tomorrow evening she and her mother were flying back to New York City for a long weekend. Her father was receiving an award for his humanitarian work. There were dinners and galas to attend. She would also be out Monday and Tuesday of next week. This was her last time to be alone with Adam, since her mother was back at the Condo.

Adam held the door open for Fiona. He held back a groan as he studied her backside. He often wondered how he got a girlfriend as hot as Fiona Coyne. He could tell many of the other guys at school were jealous. Lots of pointed comments had been made at his expense in recent months. But Adam didn't care. All that mattered was here and now. He jerked the door closed and walked toward his girlfriend.

Within seconds they were kissing again in the center of his room. Adam shifted his head slightly to the side as he attacked her mouth with a series of lingering kisses. Fiona gave as good as she got, battling his tongue with her own. Slowly she began to push Adam backwards towards his bed. It wasn't long before he felt his legs brush against the foot of the bed. Fiona pulled away and flashed one of her signature smirks.

She then pushed him down. He fell on the bed while keeping his eyes on her. They both let out a soft laugh. After a moment a more serious look appeared on her face. She stared intently at Adam as her hands reached the bottom of her shirt. She slowly pulled it off and threw it to the floor. She glowed as he watched her with an appreciative gaze.

Next was her undershirt. Then her shoes, followed by her skirt.

"Wow," Adam said softly when he saw the black lacy lingerie she wore for this occasion. "You came prepared," he quipped.

She nodded. With her eyes locked on him, she walked towards the bed and straddled him. After a few kisses they pulled back. He raised his arms straight up in air and she pulled off his shirt. They continued to help each other undress. Soon they were tangled in the sheets nearly naked. Pressed together, with their torsos upright Adam buried his head in her neck as he reached around to unclasp Fiona's bra.

"Mission accomplished," he whispered as he peeled it off of her and caressed the newly revealed skin on her back.

"Not yet," she flirtatiously teased.

She let out a moan when he lowered his head and began to kiss down her chest. Adam's hands were everywhere, travelling down her back, her waist and stomach, before coming to her thighs. It was then that she guided his head upwards to meet hers, and kissed him with vigor.

Again she pushed him backwards, but this time they were flat on the bed with her on top of him. She had one hand by his face; the other ran up his side, under the fabric of his shirt – the only article of clothing he kept on. Adam held one arm on her back to steady her. His other arm reached south as his hand explored her inner thigh.

"Adam!" Fiona moaned as he deftly began to stroke her. He peppered kisses along her jaw line as he continued to pleasure her. He moved down to her neck as she rocked with building urgency into his touch.

He sped up his movements and she cried his named again. He smiled wickedly and prepared to kiss his way along her jawline again when the door to his bedroom suddenly opened.

"What's going—" the words died on her lips when Mrs. Torres took in the sight before her.

This week's PTA council meeting had been unexpectedly cut short. She returned to a seemingly empty home, only to discover some suspicious noises upstairs. She expected Drew to be involved, presumably with one of the loose girls that were always following him around school. She went directly to his room, only to find it empty. Surprisingly she realized the sounds were originating from Adam's room.

Adam's eyes went wide when he became aware of his mother standing in the doorway.

At the sound of a third party, Fiona instantly froze. A second later she recognized the voice. She and Adam broke apart at the same time. Fiona was absolutely mortified. In her desperate attempt for modesty she scrambled to cover herself with his sheets.

Adam quickly reached for his blanket and pulled it over their lower halves. He then glanced at Fiona. Satisfied that she was sufficiently covered, he fished under the blanket for his boxers and pulled them on. It was only then that he dared to turn back towards his mother.

She looked pale and in complete shock.

"Mom!" he called to her. Her eyes focused on him. She looked at him as if she was seeing him for the first time. She opened her mouth to speak, "D-Downstairs." Her voice was shaky. She abruptly turned around and left the room, leaving the door ajar.

Adam stared after her for a long moment, before turning toward Fiona. Her face was red with embarrassment and her eyes shone with tears.

"Hey, it's alright Fi," he said softly and pulled her towards him. They held each other for a few moments.

They dressed in silence, putting on their clothes hurriedly. Once decent, they quietly ventured outside of Adam's room. They crept down the stairs on high alert. Fortunately, they didn't run into Mrs. Torres on the way out.

Once on the porch, they both let out breathes they didn't know they were holding. Fiona put her head in her hands. "Adam, I don't think I can face your mother ever again! I am so embarrassed!"

He held her in his arms. "A trip to New York couldn't have come at a better time," he quipped in an attempt to raise her spirits. She looked at him. "Got a plus one?" he teased.

"How can you be joking at a time like this?" she snapped at him.

"Because I'm out here with you," he answered sincerely. "In a moment I'll have to go back inside and face my mother."

She rested her forehead against his. "It's going to be alright," she said more confidently than she felt.

He gave her a doubtful look. "Go," he said gently. "The longer I stall, the worse it will be."

She looked at him sadly. "Rip the band-aid off, right?"

He nodded. He watched her go for a few long moments, and then went back inside.