The past few weeks after finding out about Theo Morris had been a whirlwind of meetings with their lawyer, meetings with Alanah, their social worker; meetings with Makayla's school, all while continuing their routine as usual because they didn't want to spook Makayla out too much about what was going on. She'd undoubtedly felt the change in the atmosphere ever since she'd told Adam about her "friend Teddy" and how he'd been stalking her. In the beginning, she seemed to think it was all her fault, so, without revealing too many details, they'd explained to her that it wasn't her fault, that he was not a friend, and if she ever saw him or if he ever sought her out again, she'd tell someone at school to call her and Adam.
Both her and Adam had been putting in their hours at work, but with the trial coming up, they'd had to prioritize getting everything ready and be prepared for the worst. Everyone in the unit had been supportive, especially Kevin and Trudy, babysitting Mak every time they had to run out to meet their lawyer or Alanah. The stress of the uncertainty, of the possibility of their family being ripped apart had taken a toll on both Adam and Kim. They'd spent each minute since finding out about the trial to make sure they did everything in their power so she would stay with them, where she belonged, where she was safe and loved. But it could still go either way, and that possibility was keeping her up at night. They were both burned out, but neither would rest until the case was over.
She and Adam had both gone to bed early to be prepare for the long day that awaited them, but it'd been two hours since and all she'd done was toss and turn. Her mind wouldn't let her sleep, keeping her up with worst-case scenarios. It felt like the past few weeks they'd been so busy getting their stuff together for tomorrow, that she hadn't truly processed any of her emotions. The paralyzing fear, the heartbreak if things didn't turn out the way she and Adam desperately wanted them to. When the thoughts became too much to process while lying down, she sat up and got out of bed, padding across her room and out of it, walking down the hallway. She'd initially thought she'd get a glass of water or something to calm down, but now that she was out here, she wondered if Adam was going through the same thing as her. She turned and walked in the opposite direction, toward his room. She stood outside, wondering if this was a good idea. They'd been really working hard at being a joint unit for Makayla's sake and things had been going well—you know, except for the enormous issue of someone trying to take their daughter away from them—and going into his room would complicate things, but the thought of the comfort he would no doubt bring won over and without thinking anymore about why she shouldn't, she just opened his door. As if he'd known she would come, he sat up in bed.
"Hey. You can't sleep either, huh?" he asked, smiling wryly. Kim swallowed, not being able to think. She'd forgotten that he slept mostly naked, and the sight of his bare chest made her heart rate speed up. The well-defined muscles were slightly lit up from the moonlight streaming through the parted curtains, and she couldn't stop looking at them. Adam smirked, knowing exactly what she was looking at.
"Kim? You okay?" he asked. Kim started and looked up.
"Huh? Oh, yeah. Fine. Can't sleep," she replied, trying to play it cool.
"Yeah, me neither," he said, gesturing for her to get in. He held open the covers for her, and she slid in, and just as they'd done a million times in the past, they got comfortable and settled in. The warmth from his body instantly calmed her nerves, but her body was getting worked up from being this close to him. He snuggled closer, pulling her into him. They were spooning, her back to his chest, his arm around her waist, and she was cocooned by him, completely wrapped in him, his scent invading all her senses. She felt his breath hit the back of her neck, and she gasped a little. He nuzzled her, his lips tracing the arch of her neck. Her breaths were coming faster now, and she waited to see what he'd do next. He kissed her neck again, this time more firmly, and kept kissing every inch of her skin he could find. He leaned closer and his lips found her cheek, kissing it too. Unable to stop herself anymore, she turned in his arms and faced him. They were so close, she could see his dilated pupils, feel his chest against hers. Her eyes trailed down until they reached his lips. They were parted slightly, and without thinking, she grabbed his neck and kissed him. He stayed still, partly because he was a bit shocked she'd taken it this far, and partly because he wanted to see how much further she'd go. She stopped kissing him, pausing to look into his eyes.
"I want to forget everything for some time, okay? I just want you to make me forget, Adam," she whispered.
"Okay. I can do that," he murmured back, tightening his grip on her.
"Good," she said, and with that, she kissed him again, harder this time, wanting to be as close to him as possible.
Kim deepened the kiss, and he opened up easily, wanting anything she'd give him. Adam was going a bit crazy from how fast this night had taken a turn, but he'd be damned if he was going to stop her so he could process it. This was Kim. His Kim. They'd slept together millions of times, even after they'd broken up. Even if they just spent the night together, it was never simply a hookup with them—when they got together, it was always more. Too much. He'd never had that before Kim, nor did he ever feel that with anyone after they broke up. She was different. She was home. So even if this could be just another night they slept together, he knew it meant more to both of them. Satisfied with that thought, he focused on Kim, on her hands, on her lips, her body. Their tongues tangled together, both of them pouring all the stress of the past few weeks in this kiss. He understood the desperation in her kisses because he felt it too.
Kim couldn't get enough of Adam, holding his face in between her hands. She moaned, wanting more, and shifted so she could climb on top of him. He understood what she wanted and guided her with his hands on her hips. On top of him now, she took control and began grinding down on him, feeling his hard length beneath her. His hands found her ass, gripping it tightly, pulling her harder against him. They continue this dance, the rhythmic grinding until Adam could take it no more and shifts them around, gripping her waist and pulling her under him, taking a moment to gaze down at her, her chest heaving. The threadbare t-shirt she wore to bed did nothing to hide her arousal. He reaches down to take her shirt off, and she helps him by lifting a little. As soon its' off, he takes a minute to admire her. Even in a simple black cotton bra, mussed hair, no makeup, and dark circles under her eyes from the stress and lack of sleep from the past few weeks, she's still the most beautiful woman to him. He presses a kiss to her lips before trailing them down to her neck, finding that spot behind her ear that he knows drives her crazy. He sucks on it lightly, causing a moan to escape her, making him smile.
"Adam, you're driving me crazy," Kim murmured, pulling his face to her so she could kiss him.
"Yeah?" he said, his voice rough from arousal, kissing her deeply again. He held her face in one hand, while he moved the other down her body, stopping to squeeze one of her breasts before going further down. Tugging on the waistband of her pajama bottoms, he pulls them down to her knees, before lifting himself and removing them completely, throwing them somewhere behind him. His hand goes right back to her, slipping into her underwear and stroking her, finding her wet and ready. She moans, shifting so she can get more friction.
"Shh, darlin, I got you," he murmured, stroking her harder, one finger sliding inside, his thumb on her clit. She starts riding his hand, and in no time, she's close, crying out.
"I'm gonna come, Adam," she pants, her hands holding on to his shoulder.
"I know, baby," he says, not letting up, and in seconds she's crying out as her orgasm slams into her, Kim arching her back and burying her face in his neck, crying out his name. He strokes her through her climax, waiting until she stops shuddering before kissing her lips gently. She sighs in contentment, her body languid with pleasure, relaxed after weeks of exhaustion. But she isn't done with Adam. She can feel him, hard and ready, and she knows he's being sweet and waiting to see if she still wanted to take this all the way. Answering his silent question, she snaked her hand to his underwear, and gripped him tightly, stroking him like she knew he liked. A strangled groan escapes him, and as much as he likes what she's doing, he stops her with a grip on her wrist.
"Darlin—" he grunts, breaking off as she strokes him again, closing his eyes against the intense pleasure.
"Babe, as much as I like this, if you keep doing that, this is gonna end before it gets good," he warns, removing her hand, pressing a kiss to and then bringing it up above her head. He brings the other one up and holds both her wrists in his hands. He takes off his underwear, still holding her wrists together. He kisses her, while guiding himself to her center. He teases his tip against her opening, and hisses with pleasure, already feeling her tightness around him. She shifts, wanting more.
"Adam, please," she begs, lifting herself so he slides in deeper, making them both groan in pleasure. Not being able to take the teasing anymore, he pulls out and then slides all the way home, groaning against her neck. He gives her a minute to adjust, and once he feels her moving against him, he pulls out and starts thrusting into her deeply. She feels his pants in her ear, her own breathing erratic.
"Fuck," groaned Adam, feeling himself get close, but wanting her to come with him again. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth in time with his thrusts into her, while releasing her wrists and bringing his hand behind her, unhooking her bra and taking it off, tossing it aside. Now that he could feel all of her, he slides his hand between them and finds her clit with his finger and strokes it, gently at first and then harder, feeling her start to clench around him.
"I'm close again," she panted, and he gave it to her harder, burying his face in her neck and groaning, feeling her tighten around him.
"That's it, Kim. Give it to me," he said, kissing her again, feeling her come apart around him, feeling his own orgasm barrel through, causing him to buck against her. They both cry out, panting hard, feeling their hearts beat against each other, coming down from their high. Once they've both calmed down, he lifts his head from her neck, kisses her forehead, then her lips, and slowly pulls out of her. He pulls her into him, wrapping his arms around her, feeling her snuggle closer. A sense of contentment flows through Kim, a peace she hadn't felt in a long time. She didn't know what tomorrow would bring, but at least she knew she'd always have Adam, and this connection they shared. He always knew how to make her feel safe and wanted all at the same time, and she was more thankful for it tonight than she could ever remember feeling. She felt him tug her even closer, and she smiled with her eyes closed.
"Good night, darlin," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the back of her head, both of drifting off into a deep sleep.
