A/N: I tried to make a short and fluffy drabble but clearly that failed. Now it's a smutty two-parter. WELP.

Smooth, unfettered, and perfectly pale-white; like looking at one of those marble statues carved by the great masters, to her it seemed almost as if she were gazing at an art piece, so perfect was his figure.

Well, truth be told if she ever told her husband she thought him equal to a Roman god, he'd just sigh and roll his eyes. Sio clicked her tongue wryly and decided against waking him up just to tell him such a particular comment, instead filing away said tidbit in the back of her mind. Maybe later, such as when she needed to appease his ego and get him to ravish her senseless. Not that last night had been unsatisfying by any means, oh no; rubbing her thighs together slightly, Sio letting the tingle of faint pleasure run through her spine. They said on average it took about half a year for pregnancy to go from planning to happening, and seeing as how they were coming up on their fifth month of trying...

Though personally, if remaining non-pregnant for a few more months equated to some more intense lovemaking sessions, Sio had no qualms about that.

A soft sigh on the bed beside her, Adam turning over just slightly on the pillow but otherwise remained unmoving. His hair, which was just as pale as his complexion, fanned out around his neck and the top of his back—which, Sio discovered, was not actually completely white but upon closer inspection, was dotted with a tiny band of very pale freckles, just across the top.

She'd discovered this adorable feature after lounging over him one day, lazily enjoying the feel of his skin against hers while tracing imaginary patterns between them.

'Ooh, you've got freckles back here!' Sio exclaimed with a squeal as her fingers smoothed across his muscular back.

'Oh, guess I do...not that I've paid much attention. Probably too much sun...' Adam replied blithely, trying not to let on he was actually ticklish near his hairline.

Sio only smiled before placing a light kiss right between his shoulder blades. 'Well, I think they're cute. It looks nice against your skin...kind of like, stars. You know, like how the Milky Way has all those tiny little stars?'

At this comment Adam rolled over, forcing Sio to get off. 'Stars? You always have quite the imagination, love...'

She giggled a bit at that memory, not in the least because it led to some of the most intense sex they'd had in a long time. Silently she traced the hard ridges of muscle along his back, marveling at how perfectly etched each line seemed to be. Back when she'd first walked in on him changing—an accident, truly—even with that irksome attitude of his, she couldn't help but be captivated upon the sight of his muscular backside, not super-macho but a solidly-built figure with strong arms that felt wonderful to be held in...

A surge of heat pooled between her legs and Sio had to resist the urge to slip a finger down there. In hindsight, perhaps graduating from an all-girls high school had some downsides...

Beneath her the sleeping wolf was finally stirring, no doubt awakened by her feather-light touches as they dipped below his waist. "Hmmm...well I suppose that's one way fer a wake-up call in the mornin'..."

"Ah, ohayou, Adam..."

He blinked those sleepy emeralds at her, clearly amused by her wandering hands as he rolled over and stretched, Sio shamelessly taking advantage of the view to burn his fabulous six-pack into her mind. "Don't tell me yer thinkin' of spicin' up the morning already...it's not even," he glanced briefly at the clock, "9 o'clock yet..."

"Wee-e-l-ll, I mean it's up to you," she suggested coyly, "'cause let's be real, when would I ever pass up the opportunity?"

He smirked at her response, running a hand through his bangs before he sat up and pulled her into his lap. "Actually, I can think of a few. But let's not talk about that right now...I was thinking of some tea first, maybe? Perhaps a bite to eat?"

Just as he finished the sentence her stomach rumbled, Sio turning a dark shade of pink while Adam quirked a single white eyebrow. "Er, okay—I guess breakfast sounds pretty good right about now...ah ha ha, ha..."

"Right-o. Well, let's rustle something up first, shall we?" He gave her a light kiss on the forehead and, despite being married and now attempting to start their own family, Sio still couldn't help but blush to her very roots. "Oh Sio, you're as cute as ever..."

"A-Adamu..." she muttered, his name taking on a more Japanese-accent than usual whenever she got flustered. "Sometimes I still can't believe it...that, this is real, and it all happened...even though it wasn't really that long ago, it feels like a lifetime, almost..."

He stared at her for a few seconds, before pulling her into a warm embrace she eagerly returned. "Same here, love...sometimes I almost forget I still have someone else's DNA floating around my veins...but, I wouldn't trade any of those struggles for this. For you," he emphasized, touching their foreheads together. "Sometimes I find myself thinking about how much I changed, from before I met you to...now."

"Yeah, you were kind of a jerk back then," she shot back dryly, "but you were also...honest. And you still are, which is good. I can't believe I'm saying this, but I find myself missing your sarcasm sometimes..."

He let out a bark of laughter, shaking his head slowly. "Well, if you really miss it that much we can certainly arrange something..." his voice trailed off slowly as her fingertips traced his skin once more. "...Something else, love?"

"Eh? No, it's just...I guess I never realized how many scars you ended up getting, too..." Her eyes dimmed a little, mouth forming a thin line as she traced that particularly nasty gash along his left side, which never disappeared after that first battle in Taiwan. "Maybe I've just gotten used to them, but when you actually look..."

"Don't worry about it, squirt," he gently took her hand and laid it to her side. "Like I said, these are nothing; if anything, I could say the same to you..."

That horrid memory of when she lost control, and the only means to save her was a literal knife through the heart in the heat of the moment...despite the sensual mood she woke up with, Sio found herself quickly losing interest on that front, replaced with a need to simply feel him here, to reassure herself that what happened in the past was long ago, and nothing would happen to them now.

"Ah—Sio? You all right?" Adam was a bit alarmed at her sudden embrace but didn't hesitate to hold her tightly. "Hey...sorry, didn't mean to bring up bad memories..."

"No...I brought it up first, so it's not your fault," her muffled voice came from his chest. "Mmm...I love you Adam...I love feeling you like this, touching and being with you and stuff...it feels so nice...and you smell nice, too."

"Uuhh...hmmm..." Adam could only give a wordless, half-mumbled reply, not sure how to respond. Sio was sweet and honest, but surprisingly conservative with her words; rarely did she so earnestly declare her feelings for him, instead preferring to show it through physical acts or other small quirks. Adam on the other hand, despite his aloof appearance and often dry wit, never failed to shower her with affectionate quips whenever she was feeling down.

How different things were now, compared to when they first met; after joining DOGOO he'd quickly earned a reputation to be snarky and acerbic, the loner who preferred to do things his own way simply because it was easier than attempting to get along with everyone. Even his first words exchanged with the sniper were decidedly less-than-kind: jabs about her lack of skill, her inexperience, chastising her to stay out of his way and 'leave it to the professionals' and to not show any signs of weakness...Adam couldn't help but smirk wryly to himself. Oh, how shocked his peers would be if they knew how drastically he'd changed. It wasn't that they no longer teased or sparred with words—but rather, the circumstances changed. It pained him slightly to remember how often he'd put her down in the beginning, but looking back, perhaps it was a sign of his inexperience in forming relationships with others, be it friendship or something more. Being a loner for much of his life made it difficult to gauge others, to know who to trust and how to show that trust; the only way to protect yourself was to hurt others before they hurt you, or else drive them off, because the pain of betrayal was even worse.

He looked down at the woman in his arms, who was now nuzzling and resting her head comfortably against his chest. Who would've ever thought his type would be petite brunettes with flat chests? Adam sweatdropped a little as the last thought floated through his head; while it was true he judged people more on personality than appearances, his imaginations used to be about the typical 'full-figured' women much like their friend Jess Beckham, although he should've guessed that wasn't the case the day he first met the blonde formally, and then proceeded get assaulted with an overzealous tongue—he shuddered slightly even now. No, love was more complicated than that, and now he found himself very much enjoying her lithe figure, the way she fit so nicely against him and how perfectly each breast could fit into his palm...he shifted his legs slightly, hoping Sio wouldn't notice a rather suspicious hardness near her bum...

"Oh, sorry...am I sitting on your legs? Sorry..." Before Adam could say anything, she scooted back onto the bed, to his disappointment. "Anyway, no matter how you change, you'll always be the same Adam Muirhead to me. E-gene holder of Florence Nightingale, and one of the world's saviors."

"Hah! Shouldn't I be saying that, Miss Sio Ogura? E-gene holder of Oda Nobunaga and Kaoru Asao, master tactician and the one who actually saved us all by ending it at last?" He teased, tapping her on the nose.

"That's Mrs. Sio Muirhead to you, Mr. Muirhead," she tapped his nose back. "Even though I still miss Asao-san...at least, I guess she'll always be with me...in a manner of speaking..." Her eyes took on a distant look as she hugged herself. "I'm kind of jealous...I wish I could talk with my e-genes the way you do with Nightingale...the most I ever get are just one-way images and thoughts, not an actual conversation or anything like that...heck, I can't even see them most of the time, and when I do, it always feels more like a dream..."

"Eh, to be honest, it's not really something I'd wish on anyone..." For reasons none of them fully understood, not all holders could communicate with their perspective e-genes on the same level. There had been a report one time with Saint-Germain and Vidocq theorizing about the supposed levels of synchronization between holders and e-genes, and the different factors that affected it (personality, mental state, genetics among others) but Adam only remembered hearing the beginning before zoning out into a quick doze, the presentation not even half over.

Still, out of all the holders he was probably one of the most perceptive, the only one who could see and hear them as he would a regular person; often seemingly lost in thought as he listened to the voice inside his head, even interacting with them as he would a real flesh-and-blood human. Though research in this area wasn't definitive, he gathered most other holders didn't even see or talk to them, or if they did, it tended to come in dream-like fragments and memories, much like how Sio re-lived Oda Nobunaga's memories to tap into his strategic prowess. "Seriously, it can get pretty annoying at times...not to mention creepy, now that I think about it..." Adam's faced darkened as he remembered the number of times Nightingale seemed to just choose his path for him—whether it was something as innocuous as which shirt to wear after a shower or menu item to order, or (his face blushed darkly at this memory) Nightingale's shocked expression when he was staring at two smutty DVD covers, unconsciously asking her which one to indulge in. But those were just trivial things he usually didn't care about (except maybe the porn, which was one incident that never repeated itself again); in the heat of the battle, like that time when she forced his hand and turned his eye towards the target on her heart... A shiver ran through him and he held her a little tighter, smoothing out stray strands of her chestnut hair. "Trust me, it ain't all it's cracked up to be. I mean, if you think about it, it's kind of like having an audience in your head all the time, whether or not you want it..."

The words seemed to have an effect on Sio, as she slowly digested their exact meaning. "Wait, so does that mean Nightingale can see what you see too?" Adam nodded. "Whoa...whoa, hey wait a minute, does that mean she can see when we, we're...you know..." Her face flushed a brilliant red, her expression a cross between embarrassment and indignation. "Oh my god...! And what about my e-genes...just because I can't really see them doesn't mean they aren't...spying on us?! Even Asao-san...! Oh god...our e-genes are peeping on us! Aaarrggh!" Sio punched her pillow in frustration. "Oda Nobunaga, if you're listening—and I bet you are, you sneaky bastard—I swear, one day I'll get you for being a perverted old man—!"

"Hey hey, calm down Sio, I doubt—well all right I can't guarantee anything—but at least I know, Nightingale isn't aware of everything I do," Adam hastily moved the remaining pillows out of her reach before she could chuck them. "It's more...complicated than that. I mean, it's..." he sighed, wondering how to best explain this intangible yet crucial bond between an e-gene and holder. "Think of it this way: yes, Nightingale may always be in the passenger seat, but ultimately I'm the one who grants her access to what it is I'm experiencing. And I can assure you, she's never once barged in during any...intimate, moments." Or at least he hoped so; Nightingale was a fairly straight-laced woman, but sometimes Adam sensed a bit of mischief from her as well.

'You'd better not be peeping around, you old hag...'

The words did little to calm Sio down however, her face still a brilliant shade of red as she hugged the pillow tightly. "Mo—ou! I can't believe this...how come they can see us but I can't see them...this sucks..." she pouted, although in reality there was not much they could do. E-genes were a pretty permanent part of them; the only reason Oda Nobunaga's influence had diminished so much was precisely because Adam cut out the abnormal growth from her heart—taking much of the e-gene with it and only leaving just enough for her to manifest a hand cannon. "Well, I guess it is what it is...the price you pay for becoming a hero..."

"Don't fret too much, Sio. I doubt they'd really do anything against your wishes," Adam tried to reassure her. "At the end of the day, they are, first and foremost, looking out for our best interests. If you really don't want them interfering in our lives, they won't."

"Hnn...Asao-san and Nightingale I can believe, but Oda Nobunaga...I dunno..." she muttered, glancing at him with wary eyes. "Don't get me wrong—it's not that I resent or hate him, even after what he did...after all, Hunter did tell me about the theory of e-gene corruption after so many generations, so I can't exactly blame him, especially when he has helped me out so many times...but I mean, he is known as the Demon Warlord for a reason..."

That, and it was just slightly disconcerting to realize all the potential moments she could've let her personal thoughts and emotions slip through... 'Then again, aren't I supposed to be his reincarnation or something? So theoretically, I am Oda Nobunaga, as well...'

"Oy, cheer up love." A gentle pat on her head brought her out of her thoughts. "I doubt it's the disaster you're imagining it to be, demon lord or not," he gave her a reassuring smile. "I'm sure Asao-san won't let that git do anything. And worst case, if I do ever catch him peeking out...well, rest assured he'll hear it from me. If anything, I've probably got more t' worry about..."

"Huh?"

"Well, you know what they say—out of sight, out of mind, right? Kind of hard for me to do since I can't exactly turn off this ability..." Vaguely he wondered if his keen perception of e-genes wasn't also tied to the 'Voice of God', that allowed him to view things others couldn't. To his immense relief, nothing dubious had happened yet, but lately Adam couldn't help but feel as if there were some invisible pressure that was...judging him, particularly when it came to making sure Sio was fully satisfied...

'You say Oda Nobunaga's the one to worry about, but why do I have a feeling it's your friend Asao who's the real concern...' Suddenly a cold chill went down his spine, and he wisely decided to stop the train of thought right there and then.

"A-Anyway, don't worry about it, squirt. I'm sure it'll be fine," Adam swiftly changed topics before Asao-san really decided to come out and give him a piece of her mind. The last thing he wanted or needed was to get lectured on his performance in bed and the 'proper' way to please Sio from her best-friend-turned-e-gene, in full view of his own e-gene and that crazy warlord. 'Besides, I'm her husband for Christ's sake, I'd like to think I've got this down pretty well, thank you very much...'

"I hope so...but I guess you're right, you can't have your cake and eat it too. If having to put up with this means I'll always have Asao-san with me...then I'm willing to accept it." Sio unwound her arms from the now-crushed pillow, sinking backwards in exhaustion. "Oh man, that was a mental exercise...I'm tired again..."

Adam couldn't help but smile, Sio's whimsy really was too adorable at times. Some might mistake that for air-headedness, but he knew better than that. "Or, perhaps we can finally have some of that tea I mentioned earlier...?"

"Mm, can you bring it here? I'm too tired to move..." She grinned at him playfully, knowing full well Adam could never deny her requests. "Besides, if it were me, I'd probably spill half the teapot and drop the cups before I even made it back..."

That brought a roar of laughter from the man, who only shook his head but proceeded to get up, tying a yukata loosely around his waist for some modesty. "Of course, of course...sit tight, be back in a few..."

Sio only smiled wordlessly, taking another shameless peak at his chiseled ass before it was covered in the white cotton. When the heck did she go from a blushing, nose-bleeding, innocent high schooler to a shameless pervert who wasted no opportunity to catch her husband naked...sighing, she simply chalked it up to another one of those changes that occurred as you grew and went through life—or perhaps she'd never been that innocent to begin with.

Now that she thought about it, it would probably take Adam a decent amount of time waiting for the water to boil, then picking just the right blend of tea for this morning (he was quite peculiar about having a certain type depending on the mood), then letting it brew for the correct amount of time, not to mention fetching a matching set of cups and saucers...all told, it would probably be at least 20 minutes before he came back up. Which, her mind hungrily suggested, should probably be just enough time for some quick self-pleasuring...

Before Sio could weigh the pros and cons and even with the slight warning that her e-genes might possibly be aware of her actions, a hand slipped between her thighs, a finger gently caressing her pink pearl as tingles of pleasure instantly started running through her body and she felt her muscles start tightening with anticipation, her folds becoming moist with arousal. One aspect that surprised both of them was how high her libido was; even though she basically never masturbated or even thought about such matters before meeting Adam, in hindsight perhaps all that lust had been channeling into her military obsession, and only after meeting him did it find another outlet to express itself...

"Oh...god, it feels so good..." Moaning quietly to herself, Sio spread her legs a little wider, her fingers now soaked as she pumped them in and out, enjoying the sensations of something sliding against her g-spot. Her nipples were stiff and sensitive, her free hand wandering up to pinch them slightly and her walls convulsed around her fingers from the pleasure. At first, she was concerned if she could finish before Adam came back but at the rate her body was heating up, she'd be lucky to last another 5 minutes at most; her libido, combined with a wild imagination as Adam's smooth, pale warmth came back into her mind, caused Sio to feel horny beyond belief. Her body was sweating as she arched against the sheets, torn between drawing out the pleasure or just letting it all go into one furious orgasm. 'I-I can't believe...how good this still feels...e-even, after all this time...!'

Panting, she propped herself slightly on the pillows, gazing at her own naked body as her hand worked itself furiously between her thighs, Sio getting incredibly turned on as she watched her own fingers pleasure herself. Her juices were streaming down her fingers onto the sheets, and the musky scent of arousal caused her to moan with ecstasy as she recalled all the times Adam ate her out, tongue licking and teasing her swollen pussy. Maybe it was the thrill of trying to discreetly masturbate while her husband was downstairs, or maybe she really was just a shameless pervert, but whatever the reason, this time all her senses seemed to be turned up to 11—every touch and sensation threatened to send her crashing over the edge, her insides throbbing in time with her pulse as her fingers rubbed tight, little circles around her clit.

A slight whimper escaped her lips but she bit it down, careful to not let her voice get too loud. Another aspect they discovered (and Sio was embarrassed by) was her tendency to be quite vocal during sex. Whether it was dirty talk or begging to be fucked raw, or the random stutters and and moans she uttered, it was a good thing they didn't have neighbors to contend with...

"Oh...ooh, god...I'm close..." Her bud was tingling with pleasure and the heat swelled until she was sure it would burst, Sio writhing hard against the bed as her thighs started trembling in anticipation. 'It's good...it's so good...feels good like this...' Her hand moved faster against her insides, back arching as Sio dug in her heels for the inevitable climax. "Nnnngg...! Mada...!"

Her breathing all but stopped, all senses now focused solely on the fingers pulsing against her g-spot and the single digit caressing her swollen clit, Sio clenching her teeth and biting her lips as the pressure built to its highest peak...and a second later she crashed over helplessly, gasping hard for air while her body shook unevenly, hips thrusting against her own hand as she moaned in pleasure. The sheets were damp underneath her crotch, fingers now sticky and wet as her juices dripped out as she sighed in limp satisfaction. Lazily she glanced at the clock, which indicated a mere 12 minutes had passed. That, combined with the fact she didn't hear Adam at the door yet meant she'd successfully masturbated while her husband was unaware, so she proceeded to shut her eyes for a quick rest while awaiting his return.

Or at least, so she thought...