Disclaimers: I don't own Saw or any of the characters.

Other: Okay, so here's chapter twelve. There are a few things I'd like to say. First off, this chapter is longer than the last by about a hundred or so words. Second: I honestly meant to have Adam and Lawrence go to the nightclub like Adam had said. But by the time Lawrence warded off the waitress, it was already six pages long, and there are people who won't read a story if it's too long. So I quickly wrapped up the dinner to make room for the hot smut I promised. :D Thirdly, this was my first time EVER writing gay or anal sex. So any opinions are welcomed happily. I'd love to know what you guys thought about their first love-making. xD

Anyway, enjoy this chapter. ^^ Thanks for reading this far. xD

It occurred to Lawrence that he and Adam had never been on a date. It was only a few days after they visited the fair, and Lawrence was at work. The sunlight poured into the room through the open window, and he sat at the chair by his metal desk, which was neatly organized. A breeze caused the blinds to clack together softly, and Lawrence found himself mesmerized by his settings. It was the perfect temperature outside, and his office was clean and quiet. It was refreshing…calming, even. It was definitely different from the loud, cheerful setting of his apartment.

Most people loathed the hospital scent. But not Lawrence; he enjoyed the immensely clean and crisp scent. He felt like he'd just taken a shower. He felt pure mentally and physically. It was a wonderful feeling.

Lawrence glanced down at his large pile of paperwork, which he had finally completed and organized. It was a slow day at the hospital for once, so he'd taken the opportunity to tackle the paperwork. His mind wandered back over to Adam. Adam loved him, he knew that now. Technically they were lovers. They'd shared a few passionate kisses since that night. But they'd never had an official date. The fair didn't count, because they hadn't been lovers.

His eyes closed and he inhaled deeply through his nose, relaxing his shoulders as he exhaled. He wanted to take Adam out to dinner; and not to a loud, boisterous restaurant, but a formal one. His heart skipped a beat at the thought of Adam in a tux, and he was overwhelmed by a sudden burst of lust. Yes, he was definitely going to take Adam out to dinner…tonight.

The doctor reached out and grabbed the shiny black telephone and held it to his ear as he opened up the internet on his laptop. He pulled up a few restaurant web pages until he saw one he liked. He poked at the number keys on the base of the phone and listened to the ring. A young, polite woman answered.

"Good afternoon. I'd like to make a reservation for two. Six o' clock tonight would be perfect. Thank you very much," Lawrence said, his voice taking on his professional, formal tone he usually used when speaking to patients or people of important status. He hung up the phone with a grin on his face.

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"No way," Adam said bluntly from where he laid on the couch, a game system controller in his hands. His eyes were focused on the television screen, which displayed a run-down, poverty-stricken town. A man in army attire leaped out of nowhere and began shooting at the screen. Adam's thumbs furiously and rapidly hit the brightly colored buttons on the controller, and he lurched forward, his heavy headphones hanging around his neck falling off and hitting the floor. His eyes were wide and excited. Apparently, it was a first-person shooting game, Lawrence noted, seeing as two arms holding a machine gun were Adam's 'man'.

He also noted Adam's camera resting on the glass coffee table. The lens cap was hanging off; Adam had used it today. He wondered for what. Perhaps Adam would show him later. Lawrence was startled out of his thoughts by Adam's sudden angry outburst.

"What the fucking hell! That is complete bullshit! I shot him four times at point-blank range! I saw it! How the fuck did I die?" Adam shouted, glaring at the screen, which glowed red. Flashing letters spelled out 'you failed the mission'. He threw the controller onto the carpeted floor and leaned forward, shutting down the game system.

"Adam, come on. This is something I really want," Lawrence said, standing a few feet from the couch. Adam picked up his headphones and hung them back around his neck.

"No. I'm not going to get all dressed up to sit at a restaurant full of cold, boring people and eat bland, expensive food," Adam said stubbornly, looking up at Lawrence. He didn't look as tired as he usually did. The bags under his eyes were gone, and he'd gained some color in his face. His hair was a complete wreck, as usual, and his attire was something a hobo would wear; a pair of black cotton sweatpants, which, Lawrence noticed, hung low on his hips, and a stained white T-shirt. It looked like dirt and grass stains. Also, he was barefoot.

"It's not like that. I know a really excellent restaurant that serves delicious foods. You'll beg me to take you again someday. Please? Just give it a try," Lawrence insisted. Adam licked his lips and studied Lawrence. He was silent for a long moment.

"What about Diana?" he asked grudgingly. Lawrence fought back a triumphant smile.

"My neighbor, Sue, will watch her for us. She has a little daughter named Claudia. Diana and Claudia are good friends," Lawrence replied. Once again, Adam was silent. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch and fidgeted with the hem of his T-shirt. Suddenly, his lips quirked upwards mischievously, and his eyes narrowed in a way that made them seem darker. The look on Adam's face caused a lustful heat to flash across Lawrence's groin.

"Fine, I'll go to dinner with you. On one condition," Adam said. Lawrence doubted he'd like the condition.

"And what would that be?" he asked dubiously. Adam rolled off the couch and stood up, running his fingers through his dark, tousled hair. His shirt tugged up, exposing delicious hip-bones and a lightly toned stomach. Lawrence's mouth went dry. He knew Adam was doing this on purpose, and he couldn't help but fall for it.

"After dinner, I take you to a nightclub…Where we'll dance," Adam said, that smirk rising once more. Lawrence gaped at him. He had no idea that Adam liked to dance. Second, Lawrence didn't dance. He was a terrible dancer and he felt awkward in situations where he was expected to dance.

"No," Lawrence said immediately. Adam shrugged nonchalantly, his smirk replaced by a lazy grin.

"No dance, no dinner. You want to take me to your fancy schmancy restaurant, I take you to a beastly nightclub," Adam said airily, as if saying 'your loss, not mine.' Lawrence scowled. The thought of having to dance in front of Adam made his palms sweat. He didn't want to humiliate himself…But he wanted to take Adam to dinner.

The boy was walking away with his camera. Lawrence hurried over and grabbed his thin wrist, turning him around.

"Fine, I'll go," Lawrence said regretfully. Adam graced him with the same sensual smirk, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. Holding onto his shoulder, Adam leaned in and kissed the side of Lawrence's neck.

"There had better be breadsticks at your damn restaurant," Adam rumbled against Lawrence's flesh, causing the doctor's breath to catch. Adam bit down on the flesh that connected the shoulder and the side of Lawrence's neck, causing the taller man to moan quietly. Feeling dizzy, his cock starting to harden, Lawrence gently pulled away from his lover. He refused to go to dinner with a hickey. Adam smirked, as if reading his mind, and left the apartment to get ready.

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After he'd dropped Diana off at the neighbor's apartment with her overnight bag, Lawrence drove over to Adam's apartment. By now, it was about five thirty. He was hoping Adam was ready. They had to be at the restaurant by six. He got out of his car, locked it, and made his way into the apartment. It was a dirty, run-down place meant for people with very low income, or even none at all. As he jogged up the stairs of the apartment, he could hear babies crying, people shouting at one another, dogs barking wildly, and loud music. How anyone could live here was beyond him. It reminded him to be lucky for what he had.

Lawrence knocked on Adam's door as hard and loud as he could. He was dressed in a charcoal colored suit that cost about eight hundred dollars, and a baby blue silk tie. He heard music blasting from inside the kid's apartment. The music suddenly shut off, and he heard footsteps approaching the wooden door, which swung open seconds later.

Lawrence's mouth literally dropped open at the sight before him.

There stood Adam, freshly shaved and showered, his dark hair combed, and wearing a black tux. He wore black dress pants and shoes, a crisp white collared, long-sleeved, button-down dress shirt, every button closed except for the first one, a nice black jacket, and a black silk bow-tie. The jacket was buttoned to the top and it hugged his torso in a flattering way.

He looked stunning and gorgeous, perfectly-well groomed, and simply excellent. Adam, unnerved by Lawrence's silent stare, shifted uncomfortably and began fidgeting with his tie.

"Why are you looking at me like that? If I…If I don't look good enough, I can just go change. I mean, honestly," Adam mumbled, blushing, his gaze falling to the cement floor outside his room dismally. Lawrence's eyes widened.

"No! Adam…You look...so amazing. I can't even describe how perfect…It's just…You see…Oh, screw it, Adam; you look sexy, handsome, classy, and gorgeous all at the same time. Where'd you even get the tux?" Lawrence said, tripping over his words, dazed by Adam's appearance. Adam was blushing by now, fidgeting with the hem of his jacket.

"Th-Thanks…I just found it at the back of my closet," he replied, giving the other man an awkward, lopsided grin. His eyes were trailing up and down Lawrence's body, and a soft expression appeared on his face – a look Lawrence had never seen on the boy's face and couldn't identify. Before he could study it any further, Adam stepped out of his apartment and shut and locked the door behind him.

"Well, time to sit near some cranky old hags and listen to classical music until I stab myself through the eye with a steak knife just to end my misery. And I swear to God, if there's no breadsticks, I'm going to be so damn angry. And I'm not talking about the dry, hard, cheap breadsticks. I'm talkin' 'bout the really warm, delicious, buttery ones," Adam chattered as he walked towards the stairs.

Lawrence only grinned and followed, listening to Adam's long speech about breadsticks.

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They were seated almost immediately once they got there. The restaurant was simply beautiful, as Lawrence had been hoping. The lights were slightly dimmed, but every table had a small glass bowl containing a lit candle. The floor was a thick, deep red-wine colored carpet, and the walls were a dark cream color, giving the restaurant a warm, cozy feeling. A huge Waterford crystal chandelier hung from the ceiling, a piece that must've cost thousands. The light reflected off of the crystals, sending sparkling rainbows dancing across the walls.

As the couple were led to a table, they passed by marvelous stone, intricate fountains, exotic plants, and gorgeous paintings. The tables were made of mahogany wood and were covered by a cream colored silk tablecloth. Soft, classical music played lightly, and people chattered quietly amongst themselves. Every customer was dressed formally, of course. There were no families, really; just couples, businessmen and women, and other people of importance.

They sat down at a table and were given heavy menus. Each meal was printed on the menu in cursive, small letters. The waitress lingered, smiling flirtatiously at Adam, her cheeks turning a pretty rosy color. Adam glanced up at her, and returned the smile. The young girl around Adam's age was now quite obviously swooning. Her voice shook slightly as she spoke.

"Good evening…My name's Melissa, and I'll be your server for tonight. What drinks would you two like?" she asked, that love-sick smile still on her face. She was a lovely girl, all right. She was about an inch shorter than Adam with long, wavy black hair and huge green eyes. Her flesh was tan, and she looked very Italian. Melissa was a petite girl with a chest that would definitely turn heads. Her eyes remained on Adam the entire time she spoke.

Lawrence was growing a little irritated. He couldn't help it. This young beauty was checking out his Adam, who was completely oblivious and searching the menu for breadsticks. He fought the urge to snap at her, but instead told her,

"I'll have water, please," through gritted teeth. Adam glanced at him briefly, hearing the agitation, and looked up at the girl, whose smile widened.

"I want a coke. Do you guys have breadsticks here?" he said. At the sound of his voice, Melissa blushed even more.

"N-No, but we do serve bread as an appetizer…free of charge, of course," she said, the fingers of her left hand playing with a few strands of her hair.

"Fuck it all," Adam grumbled, slumping in his seat. The girl giggled.

"Is there an appetizer you'd like instead?" she asked, her eyes still trained on Adam, who was glowering at Lawrence. Adam studied the menu again, and then looked back up at her.

"Not – "

His arm whipped out and he caught the girl's small, spare black notebook before it could hit the floor. Lawrence jerked, startled and awed by Adam's amazing reflexes. The waitress blinked, her eyes widening. Neither she nor Lawrence had even noticed the spare notebook falling from the pocket of her hip-apron. But somehow Adam had, and he'd caught it, his reflexes quick enough to impress a cat. He handed the book to the girl, who was all flustered. Her fingers purposefully brushed against Adam's hand as she took the book.

"Oh! Oh my God! That…That was amazing…Thank you," she said excitedly, grinning. Adam blinked, looking at her, confused, and then at Lawrence.

"You can go now. That was all," Lawrence said shortly to the girl. She glanced at him, a little offended by the coldness of his tone, and hurried away with a final glance and smile at Adam.

Adam looked at Lawrence, surprised.

"What's with you?" he asked, playing with the fork. Lawrence rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"Nothing," he replied. The kid was so oblivious. Lawrence forced himself to relax. He had finally brought Adam to dinner, and he wasn't going to make it an unpleasant event. Adam was looking around the restaurant subtly, not really moving his head. He looked uncomfortable – it was obvious that he had never been somewhere as lavish as this restaurant.

"What'd you do today?" Lawrence asked. It was an easy, simple question, one that would surely calm Adam's nerves. And it worked. The boy relaxed slightly, his gaze focusing back onto Lawrence as he talked about his day.

"I walked around the city with Diana and took plenty of photos. People like cityscape pictures. So we basically toured the city. After walking around most of the day, we got some ice cream and went to Central Park. Central Park is like the best place for a photographer. It's beautiful, lively, and just full of life. Besides, Diana wanted to run around and follow the nature trails. I got a really good picture of her sitting up in a tree that you'll definitely want," Adam explained. It was the most he'd ever said without cussing, and Lawrence smiled.

The waitress walked back over with their drinks and set them down carefully on the table.

"Do you know what you'd like to order?" she asked, glancing briefly at Lawrence before staring at Adam. It was obvious that Adam was growing a little nervous by the girl's stares. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair, fidgeting with his napkin. Lawrence remembered Adam telling him how he didn't like people staring at him.

Lawrence glared at the girl, taking Adam's hand possessively. The girl's eyebrows shot up, surprised and confused. Adam raised his head and looked at Lawrence, blushing slightly.

"I'm going to have the ravioli dinner with the Caesar salad side. What about you, Adam?" Lawrence said. Adam licked his lips as he studied his menu.

"Ummm…I'll have the steak dinner with bread rolls," Adam replied. The waitress wrote down their orders, glancing unhappily at their hands, and left. Adam let out a sigh of relief.

"Jesus Christ," he mumbled, running his fingers absent-mindedly through his neat hair, mussing it up. Lawrence brushed his thumb across Adam's knuckles.

"I'm surprised," Lawrence said. Adam glanced at him.

"About what?" he asked. Lawrence smiled.

"I was expecting you to snap at her. She was staring at you so intensely," Lawrence replied. Adam shrugged, taking his hand back, once again eyeing his surroundings wearily.

"Yeah, it was starting to freak me out," he said.

"She was crushing on you, Adam," Lawrence told him. Adam blinked, startled by the statement, and stared at him.

"Really?" he asked, amusement creeping into his voice. Lawrence grinned.

"God, you're oblivious. She was checking you out the entire time," Lawrence said, chuckling. Adam blushed a little, grinning as well.

The rest of the dinner went well. As time went by, the tension and slight awkwardness slipped away, and the two grew used to their surroundings and each other's company. Their food came after a long period of time, in which Adam complained twice about the slow service and the fact that there were no breadsticks. But during the time it took for the food to come, Lawrence and Adam talked and joked. Adam was hilarious as usual; Lawrence hadn't laughed so hard or loud in his life. People had shot them irritated, dirty looks, and Adam had only smirked at them. At least he hadn't done anything crude such as showing them his middle finger or, god forbid, loudly cussing them out.

Lawrence was glad he'd taken Adam out to dinner. They had an excellent, fun evening. No awkward subjects came up, such as the bathroom or Adam's childhood. The waitress continued to blush every time she looked at Adam, but she no longer stared at him as intensely as she had done earlier, and she didn't linger.

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They walked into the apartment with full bellies, Adam chattering about a new game that was coming out. The game system was Diana's, and she had a stack of little girl games like 'My Little Pony Adventures', 'Kitchen Cuties', and 'Virtual Dolls'. Lawrence had bought a few games for Adam, including the first person shooting game. He'd heard Adam talking about them earlier in the month, so he'd just went out and bought them so that Adam would be entertained while Lawrence was at work.

He watched Adam, barely listening, studying the way Adam's facial expressions changed, the way the kid moved his hands in their air as he spoke, the way the corners of his lips would quirk up every now and then in a smirk. He felt an overwhelming sense of affection and love. Adam apparently noticed how Lawrence was looking at him but not speaking, and licked his lips.

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" Adam asked uneasily, taking off the jacket and tie, tossing them onto the couch. He stretched, letting out a sigh of relief now that those articles of clothing were off. The shirt tightened slightly against Adam's muscles when he stretched.

"I love you," Lawrence suddenly said, smiling warmly at him. Adam blinked, seeming startled for a moment. He then grinned at him.

"I…I love you, too," he replied. Adam flushed and turned away from Lawrence. There was a silence in which Lawrence tidied up the kitchen and Adam paced the living room. The boy raised his head and watched Lawrence, not speaking. Finally, he walked over to Lawrence slowly, looking hesitant.

"Can…Can you say that…again?" Adam asked tentatively. Lawrence blinked and glanced over at him. He studied Adam's face, noting the hint of sadness and guilt in those almond-shaped eyes. There was no smirk or playful smile on his face. He looked like a puppy that had just been kicked hard in the ribs.

"I love you, Adam," Lawrence said. He stepped forward and put his arms around Adam, pulling him close. Adam wrapped his arms around Lawrence's waist and rested his head against Lawrence's shoulder, absorbing the other man's body heat. He felt so safe and secure. The thought of stepping out of the embrace terrified him, and he held him tighter, his fingers digging into Lawrence's back.

"Lawrence…" Adam's throat closed.

"I love you," Lawrence whispered. "I promise."

Adam's left hand trailed up Lawrence's back and neck, coming to a stop at the back of Lawrence's head. His fingers twisted around the doctor's soft blonde hair and tugged the man's face to his own, kissing him deeply. Lawrence gladly accepted the kiss. His tongue swept across Adam's lower lip and entered the young man's mouth, tracing the sensitive roof of his mouth, causing Adam to shiver slightly.

The kiss finally broke after what seemed like years, and as Lawrence fought for breath, Adam's lips brushed across his jaw. Hesitantly, Lawrence untucked Adam's shirt from his pants and slowly began to unbutton it, looking at Adam as if for permission. What he saw completely turned him on.

Adam's dark hair, which had been neatly combed about half an hour ago, was now tousled and unruly, his bangs hovering over his eyes, which were half-closed and seemed twice as dark as usual, glistening with lust and desire, the pupils huge. His face was flushed, and he looked like he'd just rolled out of bed after a warm, relaxing slumber. Adam kept eye-contact with Lawrence as the doctor undid each button before leaning in for another kiss.

They stood in the kitchen, Adam shirtless, locked in their embrace, kissing passionately, growing rougher and more desperate with every few seconds. Adam tugged Lawrence's tie off rather harshly, and Lawrence bit at Adam's lower lip in return, though the kid seemed to find it more pleasurable than painful. It was when Adam tore off Lawrence shirt, completely ruining it as the buttons scattered across the tile that Lawrence broke the kiss and embrace.

"That was a three hundred dollar shirt you just destroyed," Lawrence commented breathlessly, his lips numb.

"I honestly don't give a shit right now," Adam replied, pulling Lawrence's belt off. He threw it carelessly to the floor, the metal smacking the tile loudly, and bit down on Lawrence's shoulder, the area that begins to connect with the neck. It was hard enough to leave a mark but it brought sexual pleasure at the same time. Adam pressed against Lawrence, and the doctor could feel the other man's erection pressing against his own. Apparently Adam could, too, for an absolutely sinful moan fell from Adam's lips. The sound was completely erotic, and his boxers grew damp with pre-come.

Lawrence refused to have sex on the kitchen floor amongst their clothes and his shirt's buttons; he dragged Adam to his bedroom. By the time they got inside, both men had stripped from their pants, boxers, and socks. Adam was back into Lawrence's arms once they were on the cool sheets of the bed. He lay beneath Lawrence, his hands groping at Lawrence's extremely warm body, rubbing at his biceps, shoulders, and chest as Lawrence crushed his lips to Adams again in a heated kiss.

Adam's tongue traced Lawrence's collarbone, causing the other man to shiver. Lawrence slid his hands across Adam's torso, feeling each lean muscle, and bit at Adam's nipple. The younger man gasped in pleasure and slight pain, his hands gripping tightly at Lawrence's wrists, which were now on either side of Adam's waist. Lawrence sucked it to ease the discomfort away before doing the same to the other. Adam's back was arching slightly, breathing rather heavily though it had just begun.

Lawrence trailed his lips down Adam's body, pressing hard kisses here and there and nipping at soft, pale flesh. His tongue felt along Adam's delicious hip bones, something he'd wanted to do ever since he'd seen Adam relaxing on the couch earlier that day in those low-cut sweatpants. He kissed the inside of Adam's thighs, and the younger man thrust his hips upward impatiently; Lawrence's lips were so close to the area that begged for attention.

The doctor pressed Adam's hips firmly against the mattress, brushing his lips up the length of Adam's cock. Adam whimpered.

"L-Lawrence…please," he begged breathlessly. Lawrence grinned up at him, raising his head to look at Adam's flushed face. A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Adam's face.

"Patience is a virtue," Lawrence teased. Adam groaned, throwing his head back as Lawrence licked at Adam again.

"Virtue my ass," Adam growled. He opened his mouth to say something else, probably something sarcastic or impatient, but Lawrence suddenly took Adam's cock into his mouth completely, the seeping head toward the back of his throat. Adam probably would've choked him if Lawrence hadn't shoved Adam's hips hard against the mattress, firmly holding him down; the kid's hips had bucked up involuntarily at the feeling, and he actually cried out in shock.

Lawrence sucked at his prick, ignoring the taste of bitter pre-come, his fingers digging deep into Adam's hips every time the younger man thrust upwards. He could tell that Adam was getting close, so he sat up, leaning over a panting, sweating Adam, and yanked open the drawer of the night table, pulling out a bottle of lube and a condom.

It wasn't that he believed Adam had any STD's. It was just that he knew Adam had done a lot of wrong things in his life, and he didn't know who Adam had screwed. So he quickly rolled the condom on and popped the lid of the lube open. He dipped his fingers inside the bottle, looking at Adam, who was watching him.

"This is going to hurt a little," Lawrence told him quietly, his voice husky from deep-throating. Adam nodded, gripping the sheets tightly once he rolled over onto his stomach. Lawrence eased a finger inside of Adam's entrance. Adam tensed, and Lawrence stopped, watching Adam carefully. The boy was holding his breath.

"Breathe, Adam," Lawrence murmured, leaning over and running his tongue down the curve of Adam's spine. Adam made a small sound of pleasure and Lawrence gently began to move his finger around to ease the tightness. Adam was in obvious discomfort for a moment or two, but he slowly relaxed, and Lawrence entered a second finger. He slid his fingers deeper and began to scissor them. Adam moaned, thrusting against Lawrence's fingers. He added a third finger and pushed further, hitting Adam's prostate.

Adam jerked, gripping the sheets even tighter, uttering erotic noises. Lawrence pulled his fingers out after a moment, smiling as the younger man made a sound of protest. He pulled Adam up a little and slowly slid his cock inside of him. He stilled, waiting for Adam to get used to him. He knew what Adam was probably feeling right now; a burst of mild pain and discomfort. But then Adam was groaning, pushing backward, and Lawrence began moving, gently at first, and then picking up speed.

His hand stroked and rubbed Adam's prick in rhythm to their thrusts, and Adam was crying out in complete ecstasy as Lawrence pushed harder and faster, slamming against his prostate over and over. Lawrence moaned, leaning forward and pressing a kiss against Adam's sweaty back.

"Harder," Adam begged, though he could barely even utter the word. He trembled and cried out again, and Lawrence obeyed, thrusting as hard as he could, speeding up. Though they both wanted this to last forever, Adam eventually came with a loud cry, riding out his orgasm as his come stained the sheets. They were at a pace that Lawrence knew would leave them very sore the next morning. The sounds Adam made as he rode out his orgasm were enough to throw Lawrence over the edge, and as he filled Adam with a gasp of his own, Adam shuddered violently at the sensation, moaning.

His energy and strength spent, Adam went limp in Lawrence's arms just as Lawrence finished his own orgasm. Lawrence pulled out of Adam and lay beside the young man whose spasms had finally worn off. They lay panting as they enjoyed their post-orgasm bliss. When Lawrence had the strength, he wrapped a strong arm around Adam's sweaty waist and dragged him closer, spooning against his body and pressing a kiss to his neck.

"I love you," Lawrence murmured.

"You, too," Adam mumbled, unable to string together a complete sentence. He shuddered once, and then fell asleep, Lawrence going to sleep soon after.

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The next morning, Lawrence woke up. Sometime during the night, he had rolled over onto his back, and Adam was sprawled across his torso. The kid's hair was sticking up in three different directions, and he was snoring lightly. Lawrence gently slid Adam off of him and got out of bed with a wince. He was definitely sore, feeling as though he had worked out vigorously the day before. Adam would feel even worse, assuming this was his first time having anal sex.

He looked at the digital clock by his bed. It was ten o' clock! He was supposed to pick up Diana at this time. Lawrence gently shook Adam's shoulder, but the boy didn't stir. He shook him harder. Adam finally made a low noise, his eyes cracking open at the very slightest.

"Adam, I have to go pick up Diana," he told him. Adam mumbled something incoherent, his eyes shutting again. Lawrence kissed his shoulder, and then dragged the blankets over his nude body. He then pulled on a pair of clean boxers, a pair of jeans, and a dark brown collared shirt. He desperately wanted – and needed – a shower. But he couldn't take one until after he picked his daughter up.

Once he was dressed and his teeth and hair were brushed, he hurried out of the apartment. Sue's room was only across the hall, and she was cheerful, despite the fact that Lawrence was ten minutes late. He thanked her profusely, taking Diana's hand, making sure she had everything. He had work this afternoon, so everything felt a bit rushed.

"What'd you do last night, Daddy?" Diana asked after she had finished chattering excitedly about the fun she'd had with Claudia. Lawrence finished putting her dirty clothes in the wash.

"Nothing much, I just went out to dinner with Adam," Lawrence replied. He grinned at the memory of their sex, though, and told Diana not to disturb Adam.

"What's wrong with him?" she asked, sitting down on her own bed and brushing her hair. Lawrence's grin widened, he was unable to hide it.

"Oh, he had a very rough night. He…He worked out really hard, so he's sore. Just don't wake him, sweetie," he told her, chuckling. He then pulled out 'Cinderella', and began reading to his beloved daughter.

The few people who are reading this must be happy to finally read some sex. XDD What'd you think of it? I hope you liked this chapter, anyway. The next one is going to be hilarious...I'm so excited to begin writing it. Thank you for reading, and please review. ;D