Chapter 5a

Undressing Adam
- Two Grave Admissions Deleted Scenes -

by Sisterdebmac


Author's Note:
What happened after Joan and Adam fell asleep at the end of Grave Admissions.

Rated R

Genre:
More pure, unadulterated smut. Mature audiences only. You have been warned.


Disclaimer:
They're not mine... blah blah blah. Barbara Hall... blah blah blah. CBS... blah blah blah. With apologies once again to all of the above and to the actors for turning the God show into porn.


Joan awoke to find herself draped over Adam. He was still dressed in jeans, faded blue t-shirt and socks. She was wearing only her Joe Boxers. Something seemed weird about that. It was still dark. She looked around at her clock. The LED read 4:32 AM. She'd been out like a light for over four hours. Some massage.

She just felt so warm and comfortable with him. Well, except for the jeans against her legs. They really had to go. She very gently untangled herself from him, so as not to startle him. She leaned down to the foot of the bed and removed his socks. He felt it and stirred, rolling over to his side. When he found her missing, he woke up and groggily lifted his head off the pillow to look down at her.

"Jane, what are you doing?" he muttered in a voice so deep and thick from sleep, it rumbled her belly.

"It's OK," she whispered. "I just thought you might be more comfortable if you got rid of the clothes."

"Oh," he said so quietly she barely heard it. He reached down for the fly of his jeans, but he wasn't really awake enough to get them undone. She giggled very quietly as she went to help him. He gave up trying to undo them himself, but he kept his hands on hers as she unbuttoned and unzipped them. He let go when she began to slip them over his hips.

"Raise up," she said. He lifted his bum off the bed just enough for her to pull the jeans down. He laid back down as she pulled them over his legs and off. She never saw him open his eyes through any of it. "Can we take off your shirt?" she asked then. He nodded a little against the pillow. Even though he still didn't seem to be awake, when she began to lift his shirt up over his chest, he rose enough for her to pull it over his head and off, leaving his hair very disheveled. Adorably so. She smiled down at him for a very long time and watched him drift back off to sleep. He looked like one of those beautiful youths in the Frescos. Except they didn't usually wear boxers. She lay back down next to him, her face against his bare chest.

She couldn't wait for daylight. She couldn't wait to awaken with him.


Just before 8 am, Joan faded in. When she opened her eyes and became aware again of her surroundings, she found herself still curled up with Adam in her bed. They were under the covers now. His right hand cradled her right breast though he was still sound asleep, his nose whistling away as it sometimes did when he was really out. Joan fought hard to suppress her chuckles and failed. It was enough to make him stir a little. She hadn't meant to wake him, but trying to hold in her amusement made him open his eyes to look at what was jiggling his hand. The sight of his hand on Joan's breast seemed to surprise him. He looked up at her smiling face and even barely conscious he knew that he should caress that which he held.

"Ohhh," Joan sighed as he rubbed his thumb in circles around her nipple.

That made him smile even though he still hadn't fully opened his eyes. When that one was hard, he ran his hand across her belly and up to her other breast. Her left nipple was already coming to a point when he took hold of it and rubbed it between thumb and forefinger. He leaned over and pressed his warm, soft lips to her piqued right nipple as he teased the other one. Her head went back and she gasped.

That woke him up. He turned to her and smiled, his eyes shining with the possibilities of this new day. He rose and leaned over to kiss her neck. He ran his tongue from her jaw line to her collar bone and she sighed and wriggled. He found her lips, parted them very tenderly and just caressed them with his tongue.

Damn! He was the biggest tease. She lifted her head off the pillow to meet him, grabbed two handfuls of his hair and kissed him deeply. He pushed away the covers and moved to lie on top of her. She opened her legs and he settled in between them.

Their kisses became heated and he did his best to touch every inch of her exposed skin. Ah, that was what was wrong. Not everything was exposed. He sat back enough to reach down and rid her of her cute girly Joe Boxers. Fair being fair, she reached for his sensible Hanes and he let her pull them off.

"Condom?" she asked looking at the drawer of the bedside table.

"Not yet," he whispered and he laid down on her and kissed her luscious lips until she fell into a swoon. Then, he slid down to kiss her throat, adding an occasional stroke or two with his tongue. Joan was about to lose her mind at the amazing sensations of his mouth and his hands and his skin on her, everywhere. Just when she thought she could take no more of his teasing, he began a slow, maddening descent down her torso, stopping to lovingly nibble and suck on each of her breasts on the way.

"Ahhh," she said when his tongue ticked her belly button. His hands were already squeezing and rubbing her inner thighs. When he kissed the soft, dark hair just above her center, she startled and sat bolt upright. "Adam—"

He stopped and smiled up at her. "It's OK if you don't want me to."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that."

He smiled at her, so sweetly, so lovingly. She knew he would do, or not do, whatever she wanted. In the world.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, completely open to whatever her answer would be.

"Yes," she said simply.

"Tell me to stop and I will," he assured her. His hands resumed their languid, sensual kneading of her thighs. He buried his face in her lower abdomen and kissed her there in circles and lines as he slid his hands over her buttocks, pulling her to him.

Her hands went into his hair again, though there was no thought associated with it. When he felt that, he knew it was time. He maneuvered lower, slid his tongue into her folds and found her clit. She almost flew off the bed. He wrapped his lips around it and suckled, still stroking with his tongue. She thrust at him and he slipped two fingers into her, curled them forward and felt for the sweet spot. He stroked along her inner wall with his lithe fingers until he found her.

"Oh, God! Oh, God, Adam!" Joan exclaimed as she pressed his face into her and bucked wildly against him. He held on to her and fluttered and flickered his tongue maddeningly until she pressed down hard with the astonishing orgasm that rolled over her and through her, leaving her shivering and almost crying with its intensity. He held still for a moment because he knew she would need that.

When he felt her relax, he drank in all of his sweet Jane and licked his lips clean of her. And that loving act brought her right to the edge again. She was so incredibly beautiful he could barely stand it. He had never been so rock-hard aroused in his entire existence. If he wasn't inside her in like two seconds, he thought he'd die.

Joan reached down and pulled him up onto her and kissed him. He retrieved a condom and she took over, tore it open with her teeth and put it on for him. He could barely breathe with her hands on him like that. When the condom was on, he laid her down and took both her hands in his. He kissed her lips softly at first and then with increasing fervor before he finally slowed and looked her in the eye. "I love you so much."

"I love you more," she whispered breathlessly as he pushed into her.

They both moaned as she wrapped her legs around him, pulling him ever deeper with each thrust of his hips. He was losing all sense of reason. Any control he might've thought he had over his actions was fast disappearing, replaced by the burn in his belly that was threatening to ignite.

She knew he was just about there and she wanted it. She wanted to feel him when he came. She fell into a rhythm with him and dug her fingernails into his back as he arched up and matched her pace. "Jane—" he breathed as he fell deliriously over the edge. She held onto him and a joyous laugh escaped her as he finished out his climax with quick, hard thrusts that pulled her right off the cliff with him.

They fell together against the pillows and neither of them could breathe for a long while as their hearts crashed in their chests to a similar rhythm. He reached for her hand and threaded his fingers through hers. It was just about all he had the strength for. She took his hand gratefully and leaned over him. She stared at his beautiful, exhausted face for a few seconds before she kissed him tenderly.

"Good morning," she smiled down at him.

"Good morning," he replied softly before he began to doze off once more.

She laid her head down on his chest again and sighed as his breathing slowed and she felt him drift back off to sleep. What a wonderful way to start the day.