When Adam picks her up, Lilith has two shopping bags with her. Adam is curious, but she refuses to reveal the contents until they're back at his place. There, she begins to unpack the first one with great ceremony, making him frown as he recognizes the tools coming out.
"We have limited hours to spend with each other, and you want to clean?" he asks, his voice just a shade under petulant.
"If you'd spent time doing it earlier this week then we wouldn't have to blow part of our time doing it now," Lilith points out in a maddeningly calm voice. "You may be immortal but I'm not, and I'm not going to risk allergies or hanta virus or infections while I'm here. Suck it up, buttercup."
Adam stares at her, torn between being amused and annoyed; it's been a long time since he was susceptible to illness and even though he doesn't like it much, her reasoning is sound. She tosses him a dust rag and he lets it fall on his shoulder without looking at it. "Fine," he growls, "but I insist on a time limit."
Surprisingly, Lilith agrees to this setting an hour as their goal. She busies herself with getting rid of cobwebs while Adam dusts in her wake, muttering under his breath as he does so. They make a fair amount of progress, and after a while Lilith unpacks the second bag, pulling out a device that she sets on the floor. At the press of a button it chirps and begins to roll across the carpet; Adam watches it in fascination.
"Roomba," she tells him.
He immediately understands the robot's purpose and flashes a quick smile. "Technology that doesn't take itself too seriously. Brilliant."
Before the hour is up Lilith loads three trashbags into the trunk of her car. Adam notes that while the clutter in the living room is still evident, it seems less . . . depressing. Wood gleams, and photo frames sparkle. On the floor, the machine is now limping and slowing down, so Adam picks it up and flips it over to study its belly; it burbles indignantly for a second.
Lilith joins him as he sets it on the coffee table. "Ugh, clogged up. Let me show you how to clean it." With all the precision of a surgeon, she demonstrates how to empty the dust compartment and clear the brushes of hair and other effluvia. Adam watches carefully, a bit chagrined at exactly how much debris the device has picked up.
"All right," he concedes, "perhaps this place was due for a bit of a tidy."
Lilith says nothing, but smiles at him and sets the robot down again; it circles the coffee table importantly, and trundles off to find more dust bunnies to eat. She curls up against Adam's side, sighing and he wraps one long arm around her shoulders, appreciating the contact.
Housekeeping, Adam thinks. He tries to remember the last time he shared a home with Eve. Sometime half a century back, in San Francisco, he recalls, when everyone in the city was young and free and full of change.
"All right, we're done . . . at least with the dust," Lilith sighs. "Is this okay?"
He nods. "Yes. I have to ask, though—are you always going to be so . . . fastidious?"
Lilith laughs against his shoulder. "I work in a sterile environment; I've been trained for the last fifteen years to avoid contamination and promote cleanliness . . . I think you know the answer already, my bubelah."
He harrumphs on general principal, but Lilith feels warm against his side and the sense of accomplishment makes him a little proud. "All right, all right, I suppose it was an idiotic question to begin with. Still . . . things do look better. A little better," he amends, lest she get ideas.
"Yes," she agrees and snuggles against him, content. They sit that way for a while, enjoying companionship and not in a rush to fill the space with words just yet. It's something Adam appreciates about Lilith; unlike other zombies he's known, she can handle silence.
Gradually though, they both shift and Lilith gives him an appraising look that Adam knows is more professional interest than personal. He sighs. "You want to examine me, don't you?"
Lilith bites her lips and nods.
"All right," he mutters. "I suppose like the house, I'm ready for a thorough going over, and I know you've been dying for the opportunity."
"You have no idea how long," she tells him, putting enough suggestiveness in her voice to make him smirk.
Adam strips without the least bit of self-consciousness; one of the legacies of living as long as he has is the complete acceptance of his body now. He tosses his clothes onto the sofa and turns, looking at Lilith who is blushing so strongly he can feel the heat radiating off of her. She is trying very hard to keep her eyes up, but it seems to be a challenge, and Adam doesn't help by shifting his weight to one hip, posing like the statue of David out of sheer tease. "Here I am," he purrs with deliberation.
"How do you even shlep that thing around?" Lilith murmurs, and adds, "Sha, okay, let's start with your teeth, nudnik."
To her credit, Lilith maintains a degree of professionalism that Adam respects; he holds still as she looks him over, muttering to herself the entire time about his eyes, his ears, his teeth and his tongue. Out of habit she reaches for his wrist to take a pulse and stops as he chuckles softly.
"Nothing there I'm afraid," he reminds her. "Not even a tracery of veins."
Lilith nods and checks his reflexes, which respond normally. When she makes him lift an arm and sniffs his pit, Adam arches an eyebrow at her. "What are you doing?"
"Checking for sweat or traces of apocrine secretion," she replies. "Damn, I wish I'd brought swabs."
Adam grumbles a bit, but Lilith smiles and keeps going. By the time she reaches his navel, parts lower than that have begun to take an interest, and his semi-erection rises higher. Lilith circles warm fingers around it, making Adam groan a little.
"Now see here you've got veins," she points out, although her voice is slower and less professional. "Although this is the palest putz I've ever seen."
Adam slips an arm around her, feeling light-headed now. The erotic intimacy of being naked is something he already enjoys, and to have Lilith stroking him feels even nicer. "You've got a . . . lovely grip," he manages, feeling himself stiffening even more.
She laughs, and caresses him ever more deliberately, her other hand coming up to cup his balls, toying with them. "You've got something worth gripping."
Adam can only groan again because her touch is so good. Lilith's hand is warm and smooth; he rocks forward, letting his prick slide in her grip a few times out of sheer pleasure.
"Lube," she murmurs. "I don't want to hurt you."
What she says makes sense, but Adam doesn't want to give up the immediate sensation, so he growls a little as she pulls her hand away.
"Where is it?" she wants to know, and he waves towards the stairs. When Lilith returns moments later, Adam looks up guiltily from caressing himself. She snorts. "Couldn't wait?"
He says nothing, knowing he would be blushing if he could. Fortunately Lilith merely guides him back to the sofa, knees wide and coats her palms with the gel. "Let's see if I still know what I'm doing," she mutters as she sits on the coffee table, and wraps her fingers around his turgid length once more.
Adam gasps, his head going back as Lilith slides her hands in slick twists around his cock. She varies her stroke, her speed, her intensity, toying with him for a while before settling into a deliberate rhythm. The sensations make him shudder, send sparkles of pleasure spiking through him, and he knows, knows that within minutes he's going to climax, hard.
"Lilith, Liliiith . . ." Adam groans, his hands curling into fists now, his hips rocking in counter rhythm to her clever, sensual stroking, "So close . . ."
Her eyes are dark and lovely; she licks her lips as she smiles. "So do it. Come for me, ziseh neshomeh!" Lilith whispers.
He does. Adam arches back as the sweet pinpoint rush of intense pleasure flares through his prick, tensing his body and making white stars flash behind his closed eyelids. Three hard thrusts and he's weightless now, the wash of bliss leaving him breathless and slack against the cushions under him . . .
Magnificent, Adam thinks when he can think again. Magnificent. He feels the limp weight of his cock against his thigh, and opens his eyes.
Lilith leans over him, laughing softly. "I think I just figured out why your place is so messy."
He glances up at the splatters that drip from the overhead light. "Shoot for the moon, they always told me."
Lilith laughs.