"Details"

Summary: Clare overhears an intimate conversation between Adam & Fiona. Eli wants details. – Two-shot; Fiona/Adam pairing; Misfits friendship; Post- "Come What May".

Author's Note: Not sure where I got the idea for this one, but I did envision the Misfits hanging out before Adam heads to New York… (It's about a month after "Come What May").

Author's Note #2: Updated this one to a two-shot!

Rating: T? (Some adult situations mentioned, but nothing graphic...)

Categories: Friendship/Romance/Humor

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Degrassi!

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When his phone rang, Adam decided to leave the theater. He was certain it was from Fiona and he was glad he set it to vibrate so that he didn't miss her call. She had been gone ten days, seven hours, and approximately forty-five minutes. He missed her terribly.

Eli glared at him when Adam stood up, whispered "Excuse me," and exited the row. They had been looking forward to this movie for months. Both of them had gone to great lengths to get Clare to agree to see it. Then what? Halfway through Adam bails to chat on the phone with his girlfriend! Eli knew they were miserable being apart, but Adam was going to see her in four days. Annoyed, he turned to Clare. It barely seemed to register with her. He returned his eyes to the screen.

"Fiona?" Adam said one he reached the hallway. "I'm out of the movie… Yeah, I can talk now."

He wandered until he came across an unoccupied bench. He sat down, grateful that there weren't any people around. Perhaps he'd get some privacy for this call.

Fiona chatted about her time in New York. The previous night she had gone to the Opera with Declan and her mom.

"It was such a moving performance," she summed up. "I wish you were there," she said sadly.

"Hey, I'll be there soon! Less than ninety-six hours to go," he said in an attempt to cheer her up.

"I miss you."

Adam smiled. "I miss you, too!" If being separated was two weeks was this hard, he wondered how they would have survived spending the whole summer apart!

Time went by as they continued to talk. They started discussing things they missed about each other. Then Fiona asked if there were things he didn't miss about her. Adam joked about how he couldn't find any faults because she was perfect to him.

"No one's perfect," Fiona laughed. She thought it was sweet of him to say, but factually incorrect.

"Maybe not," he backtracked. "But to me you are the perfect way, the perfect shape."

She giggled. "Okay, you added a qualifier to your statement so that gets you a few points," she joked.

He laughed. "Now we're talking. And I can talk about how perfect you are to me all day."

She smiled at his flirtation. Even over the phone she could detect a hint of desire in his voice. "Go on," she prodded.

"Your eyes are amazing. Not just the color, although it's the loveliest shade of blue that I've ever seen," he effortlessly told her. "But they move me. Challenge me. Envelop me. They convey your playfulness, silliness, seriousness, wonder, understanding, and so many other emotions. Really, I could stare into them forever."

Fiona swallowed. She wasn't expecting to hear that. It made her warm all over. Her mind once again told her helovesyou. "Go on," she told him, wanting to know more.

Adam smiled. He knew that his words got to her and he was more than happy to express how she made him feel. "Your lips are so beautiful and soft. At times they feel as light as a pillow. Other times they burn me up with every touch." He closed his eyes. "Every kiss is incredible. Each one is unique and powerful. And addictive. I can't ever get enough of your kisses."

Fiona sucked in a breath. She was happy that she was in her room, sitting in her bed. If she was any place else she would be extremely uncomfortable right now. The honest emotion and raw passion underlining his words were starting make her hot. She closed her eyes. "What else?"

She asked so softly, his ears almost strained to hear her. The sound of her voice registered with him, and he could detect that she was getting turned on by this conversation too.

"Your skin is so silky smooth and soft. I can't help but to use my hands to explore every inch of it. You're always warm, never cool, but sometimes you're hot to the touch. I see the color change when you're flushed and it's hypnotizing." He wanted to continue, but he had to remember to breath. His mind was replaying time they had spent together, naked.

Fiona blinked. There was no way around it, she was definitely aroused now. Why couldn't he be in New York now? It wasn't fair they had to wait another four days. Her mind went to the last time they had been intimate. She came out of the shower wearing just a towel. He moved them against the wall and then kissed her deeply. With one hand, he cupped her cheek. The other lightly traced the top of the towel, feeling the sensitive skin of her—

"Your breasts are perfection. I'm telling you now, no qualifier is needed," he told her, interrupting her thoughts. His voice was heavy with want. He swallowed again. "The look of them, the feel of them in my hands. I love to take my tongue and—"

"Adam?"

His eyes flew open. "Clare?"

She stood before him, her eyes fixed on her shoes. The hallway was still fairly deserted.

"I-I was just wondering if you were coming back inside… That's all," she told him. She was clearly uncomfortable.

Adam stared at her for moment, seemingly uncomprehending. "Oh," he said slowly. He cleared his throat. "I'll be there in a minute."

She nodded and practically ran back into the theater.

On the other end of line, Fiona waited patiently. She heard Adam say Clare's name and deduced that some part of their conversation had been overheard.

"Fiona, are you still there?" Adam asked. His cheeks were red with embarrassment. Of all people why did Clare have hear him? He had walked pretty far from their theater. Why was she here at all? He glanced around and saw that the girl's bathroom was in his line of sight. She probably noticed him on her way out.

"Yes. Is everything alright?" Fiona asked concerned.

Adam ran his hand through his hair. "Technically, yes. Though I think I might die of embarrassment," he said dryly.

Fiona smiled. "Too bad. I really wanted to hear what you were going to say," she teased.

Adam chuckled. "Everyone's a comedian," he commented.

She shrugged. "Four more days, right?"

Adam sighed. "Yeah, under ninety-six hours."

When he returned to the movie he had no idea what was going on. Apparently only one college student was left from the original group. She fiercely struggled for her life, but Adam found it hard to concentrate. He wondered how much Clare heard. It was really bothering him. What if she was grossed out by him? Did he just lose a friend?

As underwhelmed as he was by the movie, he was disappointed when it ended. The lights came back on and he avoided looking in Clare's direction.

"Wow! That was GREAT!" Eli exclaimed. "Right guys?"

The three teens continued their exit from the theater. Neither Adam nor Clare shared his enthusiasm, but he didn't seem to notice.

"Yeah, killer," Adam said with a small smile. Eli howled with laughter.

"I'm going to the Ladies room. Meet you guys out front?" Clare suddenly announced. She walked off before either of them could comment.

"Hmm, I guess she didn't like the movie," Eli said to Adam. "Oh well."

Adam was glad to see her go. It gave him a chance to talk to Eli alone.

"Dude, I am so embarrassed!" he confessed once they were outside.

Eli looked at him puzzled. "Details?"

Adam sighed. "I know why Clare is acting strange."

This got his friend's attention. "You do?"

"I was on the phone with Fiona for awhile," Adam started.

"Yeah, you were gone for such a long time. I know it's truelove and all but return to the land of the living!" Eli teased him.

"Clare overheard me," Adam continued.

"So?" Eli asked, not following his friend's story.

Adam fidgeted. "Well… we were talking about how we missed each other."

Eli nodded. "Shockingly benign!" he noted with a hint of amusement.

Adam looked at him. "And what we missed doing… to each other."

Eli's eyebrows flew up. "You were having phone sex outside the theater?" he shouted.

Adam shushed him. "No! Um… not exactly," he trailed off.

"Whoa," Eli said shocked.

"I don't even know how we got on that topic," Adam admitted. "One minute I'm telling her that I think she's perfection. The next I'm talking about her breasts and my tongue."

Eli had an odd expression on his face.

"I am creeping you out?" Adam asked concerned.

Eli shook his head. "On the contrary, I'm impressed." Adam looked at him. "Grasshopper, I give you much respect."

Adam didn't know what to say, so he just smiled.

"I wouldn't worry about Clare. She knows you're a guy and sometimes we can't help going there," Eli told him.

Adam detected some discontent behind his friend's words.

"You have nothing to be embarrassed about," Eli continued. "At least you're having sex," he added wistfully.

Adam stiffened. "Look, I'm sorry. Here I am going blabbering details about me and Fiona… I didn't even think about it."

He knew his friend wasn't a virgin. He was grateful for that and came to Eli for advice before his first time with Fiona. However, Eli was with Clare and they weren't having sex. Clare wanted to wait for marriage, in accordance to her faith. Adam hadn't meant to be insensitive about it, but sometimes he forgot.

Eli waved him off. "No, it's fine Adam. I know you're notoriously tight-lipped about what you guys do, but it is refreshing to hear some details," he admitted. "Especially, since I'm in a dry spell… it's nice to hear."

He was happy that Adam was happy. But to be honest he was a little curious. He was starving in the desert so what was the harm of Adam throwing him a few tidbits to here and there?

Adam looked at Eli. For some reason it never occurred to him that his friend would be genuinely interested to hear any details about him and Fiona. In the past, Eli mentored him on some points and he figured follow up questions were being asked out of politeness.

He had a complex in his head that anything involving him and sex grossed people out. Wasn't that a big reason why people were uncomfortable with transgendered folks in general? All insults usually led back to sex, which was simplistic and dehumanizing. Sex and gender were two different concepts.

Eli cleared his throat. "Anyway, forget I said anything. I'm happy for you guys."

Adam hadn't realized he zoned out. "Wait. It's fine." One of the main reasons he stuck to Fiona's 'no details' policy was that he was insecure talking about what they did together. He was afraid of hearing the opinions of cis guys. However, Eli was his best friend. He trusted that he wouldn't judge him. "I wouldn't mind talking about it sometime."

Eli blinked, surprised at Adam's change of heart. "Really?"

"Yeah, why not?" Adam grinned. "It has to stay between us though."

Eli nodded. "Of course! That's a given."

They bumped fists.

"There you guys are!" Clare said. "I came out the other door and I was so confused."

Eli wrapped an arm around her. She seemed to be in better spirits. "Well, we're all here now. Want to grab some food at the Dot?"

Clare looked at Eli and then Adam. She smiled deciding to put the awkward moment behind them. "Sure."

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tbc