TITLE: Underneath It All
RATING: PG-13, to be safe.
SPOILERS: Do the Math
PAIRING: J/A
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or Joan of Arcadia. Barbara Hall owns them.
Author's Note: Hope you like it! This is the first lengthy story for Joan of Arcadia that I will be writing. It's a WIP. Reviews most definitely welcome!
Chapter Title: Hide and Seek
The credits of the movie were beginning to flow down the black screen. It was only then that Joan Girardi awoke from her deep slumber. The day had been exhausting to say the least. Now being Friday night, she found it prudent to finally relax from all of the deadlines, studying, and stress. That included, of course, lying on the couch, watching a movie, and doing so in the arms of her boyfriend. At this point she remembered that she was lying on her side on the couch with Adam lying behind her, his arm draped around her, and his face buried in her neck. She smirked a bit. He was fast asleep.
This tended to happen often when they finally found time to be alone. Not that they didn't take advantage of most of that time, but recently sleep had become the top priority. However, Joan noticed recently that Adam was extremely tired. They all dealt with the rigorous schedule of studying and school, each having to deal with some exhaustion. However, Adam was worse than usual, and his lack of sleep began to worry Joan a bit. Joan sighed deeply as she allowed herself to enjoy Adam's presence, figuring that eventually Adam would disclose any problems he was having. Or so she assumed.
Joan then shifted carefully to her back and Adam reflexively followed her movements. She was sure he would awake, but he only snuggled closer to her, laying his head on her chest. Her nose caught the scent of his shampoo, and she began to allow her hands to roam through his soft, thick hair. He was already beginning to release his tension, and she liked that she had that affect on him. Joan knew Adam was enduring something, dealing with some problem, and their schedules prevented them from discussing and sharing with each other. Real, true intimacy such as that still evaded them a bit.
Despite the fact that Joan didn't really know what had been bothering Adam as of late, she had a strong inclination that she was being supportive. Adam had been the main instigator in scheduling their times together. Joan smiled inwardly as she looked down at him, seeing him peaceful. She kissed the top of this head and continued to run her hands through his hair.
Friday nights tended to be their best nights together, and this night proved to be no different. Her parents were a bit more lenient on the weekends, allowing the two of them to stay out close to midnight, or stay in until 1 AM. Surprisingly, her parents trusted her with Adam, as well as they trusted Adam himself. In a general sense, of course, she mused. They still asked her regularly about her relationship with him, wanting to know as much as they could.
Adam suddenly began to stir, and lifted himself up slightly to look down at her. "Hey," was all he whispered.
Joan continued to lightly ruffle his hair, and she smiled up at him. "Hey." Adam found a little room to lay more between her and the back of the couch rather than on top of her. He reached out and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers. "You missed the movie," Joan said quietly.
Adam shrugged. "I think you missed a little bit of it too, yo."
In response, Joan reached up and lightly kissed him. It started out sweet and simple, but soon escalated, turning passionate and deep. Joan was often surprised with the passion that they shared for one another, and it was only getting more intense as their relationship grew. Joan felt Adam's hands move to her waist, and up a little to her stomach. She began to laugh in response, and suddenly had to pull away. Adam was laughing lightly, knowing that she was ticklish there.
Joan tried to pull away, but Adam shifted his weight to hold her down. "Adam! Stop!" she giggled, in which he only continued to hold her, but this time moving his lips to her neck. Joan also noted that Adam had suddenly become more playful recently. Not that she didn't enjoy his playfulness, but it set off an alarm in her head as to what might be going on.
Hearing this very concern in her head, she used a little more strength and got herself out from under Adam to sit up, forcing Adam to sit up as well. Adam just smirked. "Jane?"
Joan immediately reached her hands out to grab his, intertwining their fingers in an intimate way that was only experienced between the two of them. She did this to ensure him that she wasn't angry or upset. She did this to get him to share. "You know, Adam, you can tell me anything, right?" Her eyes formed a glaze of worry as she kept her gaze upon him.
Adam nodded. "Unchallenged. It works both ways, yo."
Joan smirked, and looked down for a second, gaining her thoughts. She needed to say this correctly, knowing that if she didn't it may create a misunderstanding that would take days to get straight. Sighing, she gazed back up at him. "It's just ... recently, I've noticed that you've been tired, stressed. I was just curious if there was something on your mind."
Adam blinked, at first unsure of what to say. He glanced at their hands, fitting perfectly. After a minute, he finally replied, "I haven't been sleeping much lately. That's all really." Adam felt Joan tighten her hold on his hands.
Joan nodded. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Adam suddenly became a little uncomfortable, standing up and breaking his contact with Joan. He walked over to the fireplace, sticking his hands in his pockets. Joan looked to him, his back turned to her. The shadow from the crackling fire danced across his face, making it difficult to read his features as he turned slightly to glance at her. He just shrugged slightly. "Normal stuff. School."
Joan stood up and walked over to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you getting ... artist's block? Because I know your art helps you ..." but she barely finished before Adam interrupted her abruptly.
"I haven't been creating my art lately. I haven't been in the mood." He looked to her, seeing her face becoming more sincere. "It's not a big deal. It happens."
Joan's worry and stress was apparent in her voice as she replied, "There's nothing else?" She knew him not doing his art work was a sign of something more.
Adam then looked to the clock on the wall, and began to move away from her. "Sorry, Jane, I forgot what time it was. I'll go home now so you won't get in trouble." He walked swiftly to the door, and Joan followed him.
She grabbed his hand from behind as he opened the front door. He looked back to her, and she reached her other hand to caress his face. "Adam, ... what ... ?"
Adam just kissed her lightly on the cheek, and replied, "I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Jane." He then left, and closed the door behind him.
Joan was now standing in the hallway alone. Walking to the door, she turned to lean back against it, slouching slowly to the ground. Looking up, she sighed deeply. Something was definitely going on ...
Cue music "What if God was One of Us ..." ... (
To be continued ...
Reviews welcome!!!
RATING: PG-13, to be safe.
SPOILERS: Do the Math
PAIRING: J/A
DISCLAIMER: I do not own these characters or Joan of Arcadia. Barbara Hall owns them.
Author's Note: Hope you like it! This is the first lengthy story for Joan of Arcadia that I will be writing. It's a WIP. Reviews most definitely welcome!
Chapter Title: Hide and Seek
The credits of the movie were beginning to flow down the black screen. It was only then that Joan Girardi awoke from her deep slumber. The day had been exhausting to say the least. Now being Friday night, she found it prudent to finally relax from all of the deadlines, studying, and stress. That included, of course, lying on the couch, watching a movie, and doing so in the arms of her boyfriend. At this point she remembered that she was lying on her side on the couch with Adam lying behind her, his arm draped around her, and his face buried in her neck. She smirked a bit. He was fast asleep.
This tended to happen often when they finally found time to be alone. Not that they didn't take advantage of most of that time, but recently sleep had become the top priority. However, Joan noticed recently that Adam was extremely tired. They all dealt with the rigorous schedule of studying and school, each having to deal with some exhaustion. However, Adam was worse than usual, and his lack of sleep began to worry Joan a bit. Joan sighed deeply as she allowed herself to enjoy Adam's presence, figuring that eventually Adam would disclose any problems he was having. Or so she assumed.
Joan then shifted carefully to her back and Adam reflexively followed her movements. She was sure he would awake, but he only snuggled closer to her, laying his head on her chest. Her nose caught the scent of his shampoo, and she began to allow her hands to roam through his soft, thick hair. He was already beginning to release his tension, and she liked that she had that affect on him. Joan knew Adam was enduring something, dealing with some problem, and their schedules prevented them from discussing and sharing with each other. Real, true intimacy such as that still evaded them a bit.
Despite the fact that Joan didn't really know what had been bothering Adam as of late, she had a strong inclination that she was being supportive. Adam had been the main instigator in scheduling their times together. Joan smiled inwardly as she looked down at him, seeing him peaceful. She kissed the top of this head and continued to run her hands through his hair.
Friday nights tended to be their best nights together, and this night proved to be no different. Her parents were a bit more lenient on the weekends, allowing the two of them to stay out close to midnight, or stay in until 1 AM. Surprisingly, her parents trusted her with Adam, as well as they trusted Adam himself. In a general sense, of course, she mused. They still asked her regularly about her relationship with him, wanting to know as much as they could.
Adam suddenly began to stir, and lifted himself up slightly to look down at her. "Hey," was all he whispered.
Joan continued to lightly ruffle his hair, and she smiled up at him. "Hey." Adam found a little room to lay more between her and the back of the couch rather than on top of her. He reached out and grabbed her hand, intertwining their fingers. "You missed the movie," Joan said quietly.
Adam shrugged. "I think you missed a little bit of it too, yo."
In response, Joan reached up and lightly kissed him. It started out sweet and simple, but soon escalated, turning passionate and deep. Joan was often surprised with the passion that they shared for one another, and it was only getting more intense as their relationship grew. Joan felt Adam's hands move to her waist, and up a little to her stomach. She began to laugh in response, and suddenly had to pull away. Adam was laughing lightly, knowing that she was ticklish there.
Joan tried to pull away, but Adam shifted his weight to hold her down. "Adam! Stop!" she giggled, in which he only continued to hold her, but this time moving his lips to her neck. Joan also noted that Adam had suddenly become more playful recently. Not that she didn't enjoy his playfulness, but it set off an alarm in her head as to what might be going on.
Hearing this very concern in her head, she used a little more strength and got herself out from under Adam to sit up, forcing Adam to sit up as well. Adam just smirked. "Jane?"
Joan immediately reached her hands out to grab his, intertwining their fingers in an intimate way that was only experienced between the two of them. She did this to ensure him that she wasn't angry or upset. She did this to get him to share. "You know, Adam, you can tell me anything, right?" Her eyes formed a glaze of worry as she kept her gaze upon him.
Adam nodded. "Unchallenged. It works both ways, yo."
Joan smirked, and looked down for a second, gaining her thoughts. She needed to say this correctly, knowing that if she didn't it may create a misunderstanding that would take days to get straight. Sighing, she gazed back up at him. "It's just ... recently, I've noticed that you've been tired, stressed. I was just curious if there was something on your mind."
Adam blinked, at first unsure of what to say. He glanced at their hands, fitting perfectly. After a minute, he finally replied, "I haven't been sleeping much lately. That's all really." Adam felt Joan tighten her hold on his hands.
Joan nodded. "Why aren't you sleeping?"
Adam suddenly became a little uncomfortable, standing up and breaking his contact with Joan. He walked over to the fireplace, sticking his hands in his pockets. Joan looked to him, his back turned to her. The shadow from the crackling fire danced across his face, making it difficult to read his features as he turned slightly to glance at her. He just shrugged slightly. "Normal stuff. School."
Joan stood up and walked over to him. She placed a hand on his shoulder. "Are you getting ... artist's block? Because I know your art helps you ..." but she barely finished before Adam interrupted her abruptly.
"I haven't been creating my art lately. I haven't been in the mood." He looked to her, seeing her face becoming more sincere. "It's not a big deal. It happens."
Joan's worry and stress was apparent in her voice as she replied, "There's nothing else?" She knew him not doing his art work was a sign of something more.
Adam then looked to the clock on the wall, and began to move away from her. "Sorry, Jane, I forgot what time it was. I'll go home now so you won't get in trouble." He walked swiftly to the door, and Joan followed him.
She grabbed his hand from behind as he opened the front door. He looked back to her, and she reached her other hand to caress his face. "Adam, ... what ... ?"
Adam just kissed her lightly on the cheek, and replied, "I'll see you tomorrow. Good night, Jane." He then left, and closed the door behind him.
Joan was now standing in the hallway alone. Walking to the door, she turned to lean back against it, slouching slowly to the ground. Looking up, she sighed deeply. Something was definitely going on ...
Cue music "What if God was One of Us ..." ... (
To be continued ...
Reviews welcome!!!