When In Rome
Chapter 12
"Are you ok?" Fiona asked, hovering awkwardly next to the bed in the hotel room, where Adam lay.
"Yes," he told her.
"Are you sure? Can I get you anything?"
He smiled. "Yes and no."
"You don't have a headache or anything?"
He looked up at her. "I'm getting one," he said, sounding annoyed.
She frowned. "You don't have to be mean," she mumbled, sitting down next to him.
"Sorry. I just don't need you hovering over me. You're my girlfriend, not my mom."
She bit her bottom lip. "Maybe… maybe we should go home," she said carefully.
He turned his head to look at her. "What?"
"You know, maybe your mom should be taking care of you."
"I need anyone to take care of me. The doctors said I'll be fine as long as I take it easy."
"Adam, I'm serious. I think we should…"
"No," he insisted, cutting her off.
"Adam…"
"No! Fiona, I'm not going home. We can't-" he stopped talking suddenly and groaned, holding onto his head.
"Ok," she said quickly, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Ok. Calm down."
He closed his eyes, looking pained. "We can't go home," he told her through gritted teeth. "My mom can't find out about this."
She sighed. "Adam."
"Fi, think about it. If she found out about this… it would be bad. We might never see each other again."
"Don't you think you're being a little over dramatic?"
"No," he told her. "You know how she can be. If we go home now, I'll be stuck in the house for the rest of the summer and you won't be allowed anywhere near me. Then you'll leave for university in New York and we'll never see each other again."
"Ok. Adam, you need to relax." She leaned over to kiss him softly. "Relax," she whispered. "We're not going anywhere, ok? Just relax."
He sighed. "I'll try."
She smiled. "I know to help," she told him, moving to straddle his legs. She kissed him again, her hand moving to his belt buckle.
"Fiona, come on," he said, pushing her gently away. "I don't think that's a good idea right now."
"I'll be gentle," she said. She kissed his neck then moved to sit between his legs. She unbuckled his belt and pushed his jeans down and off, keeping her eyes locked to his. She pushed his t-shirt up just enough to expose his stomach.
She kissed his stomach softly as she removed his boxers, then moved to kiss the inside of his thigh before looking up at him. "Tell me to stop and I will."
His breath caught in his chest. "Uh… um…" was all he could manage to say. He thought back to the times he'd done what she wanted to do to him to her in the last few weeks. He'd never let her get into the position to return the favor.
"Adam." She reached up to take his hand, not moving from between his legs.
He swallowed hard. He knew she loved him, knew she loved his body. No matter how it looked. "Don't," he told her, staring up at the ceiling.
He felt her move off of him before he squeezed her hand. "No, Fiona. Don't stop," he said, lifting his head just enough to look at her.
His head fell back onto the pillow as her lips and tongue came in contact with him. He groaned, his eyes drifting shut. "Fi," he murmured. He'd once thought nothing could feel better than her hands on him. He was wrong.
He tried and failed to lift his head to look at her, though the pain in the back of his head stung him every time he did.
He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to hold on but his effort was ineffective. He moaned loudly as he came, his body lifting slightly off the bed.
"So," she said, rubbing his leg softly as she rested her head again his stomach. "Feel better?"
He smiled as he tried to catch his breath. "Um… well, it sure helped me forget my headache."
To be continued…
AN: for anyone worried about Adam's well-being near the end… don't be. The only way it would have been bad for him is if he passed out. At least Fiona's a good nurse. Kind of.
And I may have written him getting a potentially life-threatening head injury just as an excuse to write that scene. Does that make me a bad person?