Disclaimer: I do not own anything Saw related but I do take pleasure in making the characters do as I please.
Author Note: Happy Valentines Day! I couldn't let the day go by without letting these boys take advantage of each other….and I guess enjoy a little romance as well. Rated T for the sexy man action.
When Lawrence woke up on Valentines day morning he was pleased to find that his partner was still sound asleep. Propping himself up on one elbow, he observed the thin chest rise and fall underneath the too big t-shirt. Upon closer inspection, Lawrence realized that it was one of his shirts and shook his head. Adam had a way of acquiring his things without asking. He didn't mind, of course, but always made a big deal of it anyway just because he liked their sparring. It was a new thing for him. When he and Alison fought it was always intense and very serious. Most things with them were. With Adam, he could have fun. With Adam, he could tease and use sarcasm and it wasn't lost.
Adam could beat him in a war of words any day but, unbeknownst to most, Lawrence was always appreciative of a good sarcastic battle.
Adam's breath faltered as he shifted into a more comfortable position. The lock of dark hair that he had neglected to have trimmed fell aimlessly into his eyes. This didn't seem to disturb his sleep, though, as he continued to breath evenly again. Lawrence felt those familiar emotions crawl into his stomach as he gave into the urge to push the lock of hair back to its intended place.
He'd stopped analyzing their relationship months ago. It was something that had transpired after spending plenty of time with a much younger and incredibly impulsive and irresponsible man who just happened to have a bigger heart than anyone he'd ever known. It was from Adam that he had learned to appreciate his life and their life together.
From Adam, not Jigsaw.
The light of day was just barely introducing itself through the open slot in the blinds when Lawrence noticed something else. Adam was dreaming. He followed the motion of his partner's eyes underneath the dark eyelashes and waited to see if this was something he should interrupt.
The nightmares were still there, just fewer and farther between, and in truth Lawrence didn't mind having to rock Adam back to sleep afterwards. Those were the moments when he felt like he could give something back to the one person who had challenged him to live better. Adam was the most determined and stubborn person Lawrence had ever met and it was those rare qualities that had convinced Lawrence that he could never give up on him or their, albeit unconventional, relationship.
The expression on Adam's face changed, instantly, from peaceful to terrified and Lawrence knew that he couldn't let it go on any longer. It was time to wake Adam up and tell him that he was safe and that Jigsaw would never touch him again. He would pull the younger man into his arms and first Adam would fight him, merely on instinct, but shortly afterwards he would calm and burrow deeper into the embrace. There would be tears and swear words as Adam was always angry at the villain who haunted his dreams and Lawrence would just listen and wait until Adam could accept his words of comfort and understand them as reality. Eventually, Adam would fall back to sleep with his fists still clutching Lawrence's shirt.
That was their usual routine, but today was their first Valentines Day together.
Lawrence thought that, maybe, he would try something else today.
Just as Adam began to kick around in the bed, Lawrence crawled towards him. Gently, he traced his fingers through the dark mop of hair and lowered himself until he was next to Adam. He laced his own arm around the young mans waist and placed gentle kisses first on his forehead, now sweaty from the intense dream, and slowly down his face until he reached his ear.
"Shhh, it's ok buddy. You're safe here with me."
The kicking stopped and the grayish blue eyes fluttered open with a look of panic that still lingered.
"Lawrence…" His voice was thick with sleep and remaining fear of the wooden doll from his nightmare.
"Shh…" It was all Lawrence had to say because after that their lips met in a kiss that started out sweet and comforting and, with only a brief pause in which Adam opened his eyes completely and caught the look of lust in the blue eyes opposite, quickly turned needy and passionate. Adam gripped Lawrence's face in his hands and Lawrence snaked his own hands underneath Adam's borrowed t-shirt that was now soaked in sweat. He felt the thin chest rise and fall with Adam's now erratic breathing and broke their kiss only momentarily to pull the garment over his partners head. At that point, Adam clung back onto him and pulled desperately at Lawrence's shirt for a reason completely different from the usual. When the shirt didn't come off as planned, Adam appeared frustrated which only amused Lawrence as he assisted the younger man and pulled it off himself. Their sleep pants were easy as Adam never wore his very tight and Lawrence preferred boxers – for which he suspected Adam was grateful in that moment. With boxers and pants on one side of the room and t-shirts, both Lawrence's, thrown to the other, Lawrence stopped to savor the moment.
They lay side by side on their king sized bed with skin touching at every angle. Only their mouths were apart as Lawrence briefly pulled away from Adam's lustful kisses to meet those blue gray eyes once again.
There were no tears in them this time and he didn't see a trace of fear anymore. He realized at that moment that Adam was not in any pain at all. The nightmare was already in the past. A small smile touched Lawrence's face as their foreheads touched.
"What?" There was a tone of amusement in Adam's voice even though he still appeared quite impatient with Lawrence's sudden halt to their activity. Reaching up, Lawrence traced a line down the side of Adam's face until he reached the spot on Adam's neck that made him melt. He automatically curled into Lawrence's touch.
"Nothing. Just wanted to say good morning."
Adam shot him another look of amusement with a smile that he failed to hold back.
"Someone shoot you in the ass with an arrow or what, man?"
Lawrence couldn't contain his own laughter and just at the moment Adam's hands found their way to the spot that cleared his mind of all but one thought. Before he knew it their lips where crashing together again and Adam's body was writhing underneath his as they both cried out in a mutual release.
Once he regained his senses, he turned his head towards the man lying next to him. Adam looked just as exhausted in his sprawled out position and his eyes were clearly fighting to stay open. Lawrence reached his arm towards his partner and pushed that same strand of dark hair out of his lighter eyes. They were both still gasping for air as their bodies recovered.
"Lawrence…" It was said in between puffs of air and Lawrence knew what to expect next. He smiled in response and continued to stare up at the familiar ceiling.
"Yea, Adam?"
"Forget what I said about Valentines Day. I had no idea what I was missing…"
Recalling Adam's earlier rant, Lawrence laughed. He traced his fingers through his lover's hair once more.
"So what do you think? Heart shaped pancakes or heart shaped waffles?"
Adam shifted onto his side and Lawrence turned his head towards him. Adam had that look in his eye that always signaled a very interesting day ahead.
"Let's live dangerously -heart shaped cookies with peppermint ice cream."
Lawrence shifted to his side as well and met Adam's challenging gaze. He'd gotten better at the stare downs. He'd gotten better at a lot of things since meeting Adam.
"Only if you don't eat the cookie dough until it's actually cooked. Remember what happened last time?"
Adam faltered slightly in his stare and made a sour face at the painful memory.
"You are getting better at this…I'm proud of you Larry."
Lawrence leaned forward and planted a chaste kiss on his partner's lips.
"Thanks, buddy. But I do still want my shirt back."
This time it was Adam who kissed Lawrence, and this one wasn't as chaste. Lawrence felt himself slightly disoriented when Adam finally broke away. After all those months, Adam could still make him weak in the knees.
"Finders keepers…." Adam bounded up and eagerly pulled his pants and borrowed shirt back on. Giving Lawrence that same mischievous look that had caused him to fall for him in the first place, Adam started for the doorway. "I'll get the cookies, you get the ice cream."
Lawrence remained in the bed for a minute longer as he listened to Adam banging pans around in the kitchen. It occurred to him that in all of his years and all of his Valentines Day's he had never had one that had been this….perfect.
He hoped it would be a first of many to come.
