"Bare: Forgotten" – Part 4

Summary and additional notes for this story are in Chapter 11.

Author's Note: More Fadam goodness ahead. It picks up right where the previous chapter left off.

(Just a reminder, Adam has been taking for Testosterone shots for over 13 months at this point in the story.)

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Degrassi!

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She looked at him stunned. He blinked a few times as he try to process why she was here. Suddenly he recalled she was coming to visit Fiona for a few days after spending the past four weeks with her grandparents. The two were going to hang out and have some girl time together since Fiona was returning to New York soon. She was going to begin classes at Columbia University.

Eli was slated to leave soon as well. He was attending university on the other side of the country, so he and Adam were going to hang out one on one during the same time period. The plan had been worked out weeks ago, but they weren't expecting Clare until tomorrow.

"Clare?" he croaked out.

"Adam," she said while looking at her shoes.

He folded his arms awkwardly. Fiona was right. He should have put on some damn clothes! He debated running off to grab a robe or something when he noticed she had two heavy suitcases. Had she come here directly from the train station?

"Let me help with your bags," he said and stepped out into the hall.

She looked up. "You don't have to."

He already had both of them by the handle.

"They're heavy!" she protested. The doorman helped her get them on and off the elevator.

Adam shook his head. "I got it." He pulled them inside the apartment seemingly with ease. Clare was surprised. She followed him in and closed the front door. He placed them on the edge of the living room. "There you go."

In watching him move the bags she couldn't help but take in his appearance. This was by far the most she had ever seen of Adam. He was only wearing boxers. He didn't even have any shoes on. His hair was wet and slightly messy. She noticed the scars on his chest and realized the only other time she had seen him shirtless was the days following his surgery. The area had been bandaged at the time.

This was different. She could see his full torso and noted that aside from the scars, there wasn't anything to suggest he was born female. Adam was lean yet muscular so she didn't notice any feminine curves. His ab muscles were defined. Aside from his legs, he didn't have much body hair. She did notice he had a treasure trail of hair starting at his lower abs which got noticeably heavier as her eyes travelled south.

Clare blushed and looked away. This was awkward.

"Do you want anything to drink?" Adam asked.

She hadn't been playing attention. "Huh?"

She found Adam standing a few feet in front of her.

"I asked if you'd like anything to drink. We have chilled water, pop, orange juice—"

"Adam?" she cut him off.

He furrowed his brows. "Yeah?" he asked confused.

She debated how to word it, but decided to be blunt. "Um, maybe you could… get clothes?"

Adam instinctively looked down. He forgot he was standing in front of Clare wearing just his underwear. He blushed. "Right… Um, I'll let Fiona know you're here."

Clare was blushing too. When he noticed it he smiled. At least he wasn't the only one embarrassed!

He nodded awkwardly before turning down the hall and heading back to Fiona's room.

-oOo-

Fiona sighed as she lay on her bed. Naked.

She had gone from hot and bothered to frustrated and disappointed. Where was Adam?

Almost as if on cue the door opened and he entered. "Fiona?"

She smirked. "I'm right where you left me… almost."

He didn't laugh. She looked at him bemused. "Clare's here," he told her.

She frowned. "What? I thought the rail road was on strike?"

"Apparently she was able to catch the train a day early after all," he said.

She massaged her temples. "So she's out front?"

Adam nodded.

Again she frowned. "And you answered the door wearing just that?"

"Yeah, not my proudest moment," he admitted and sat down next to her on the bed.

She smiled and wrapped an arm around him. "At least you look cute."

He frowned and gave her a look. "Cute? Puppies are cute."

She laughed. "I forgot you hate that word. Not manly enough," she teased. He didn't look amused. She moved closer to him. "Don't worry. I think you're hot too!"

"You say that as an afterthought," he deadpanned.

Fiona playfully rolled her eyes. "If I didn't think you were hot, would I do this?" She reached over and placed her hand on his crotch. She began to rub him through the fabric of his boxers. She smiled as she noticed the content look on his face. He moved his legs wider apart ever so slightly before he placed his hand on hers, abruptly stopping her.

"What are you doing? Clare's out there," he whispered.

He was right, but at the moment she didn't care. She looked into his eyes. "Do you want me to stop?"

Adam blinked. Why did she ask him that? Of course he didn't want her to stop! Now he was torn. He watched as she leaned forward and lightly kissed his chin.

"Did you lock the door?" she asked between short kisses.

Actually he did. Every since Drew walked in on them, it was force of habit to lock the door when they were both in her room. He turned to her and nodded.

"Good. We'll be quick," she whispered as they locked eyes. At the same time they moved forward and shared a scorching kiss.

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tbc

A/N: Thanks for the reviews guys.

I know emotions are running high after last night. I'm not sure if I still ship Fadam on the show, at the moment. However, I'll always ship them in fan fic! Fadam is seriously amazing in fan fic and major kudos to all the writers out there! There's been some amazing work posted on this site and it's lovely to read. Despite the disappointments with the storylines on the show, I think the Fadam fan base is incredible and I'm happy to be part of such an awesome community of fans! I hope everyone can try to stay positive.

-End of sappy message :)

As for updating stories, right now I don't have another chapter of "The Wedding" ready to post, but I'll update this story again today. And I'll also publish another story. Something fluffy.