Disclaimers: I do not own Saw or any of the characters.
Other: With eyes drooping, sticky, and heavy with exhaustion, my fingers a little numb, I present to you the fifteenth chapter. I decided to write a chapter that was mostly about Diana. In fact, it was supposed to be all about her. But then...Well, I mean, she's seven. There's nothing very interesting going on in her life. And when you have characters like Adam and Lawrence, it's hard to write about someone other than them. The ending is meant to be sweet and loving and heart-warming. But I'm so exhausted it's not even a joke, so I lost all of my motivation half-way through, dropped Diana's POV, tossed together Adam and Lawrence's lovefest, and then uploaded the chapter. This isn't my most interesting piece. But I promise the next chapter is going to be VERY excellent, especially if you enjoy nervous, awkward, horny Adams, somewhat public sex, horny and embarassed Lawrences, public masturbation, Lawrence's grandparents, and shrieky, cheerful old ladies. I'm very excited to start writing it, because I've planned a lot for it, and it's pretty funny if you ask me. Thank you for reading this far. I know I don't have a lot of hooked readers, maybe two at best, and I appreciate those who do read consistantly. :) Love you guys. The next chapter, which might be the best (chapter 14 is my ultimate favorite as of right now, I think) will be dedicated to those who have reviewed or read. :)
This chapter is dedicated to my love, who's excited to read this, and I'm sad to say that I feel she will be disappointed by its lack of excitement. I honestly didn't like this chapter very much at all. Hey, every author has a boring scene. The excitement begins again next chapter. Love you, darling. :) you're the lawrence to my adam. :D
...I'm going to go crawl into bed now and sleep.
THANKS FOR READING! ^^
One evening, Diana sat on her bed and looked at the telephone. It sat silently charging in its base; silent, like the rest of the apartment. Last week, Adam had started sleeping and eating again. She didn't know how her father had convinced him to do so, but she was glad he had managed.
A sudden sense of loneliness washed over the little girl. Never had she felt lonely with her father. But here she was, her pink lips curving into a frown. And she knew why; her mother still hadn't called. Her mother had been gone for nearly two months and hadn't called once. Diana didn't know her mother's cell phone number or her grandfather's phone number. Maybe her father knew. She just missed her mom, was all. Not that she wanted to leave her dad, no, not at all; she just wanted to talk to her mom. It was a normal thing that any kid would've wanted to do.
Diana stood up, smoothing her white lacy nightgown, and padded out of her room, clutching her baby doll tightly to her chest. She was a little nervous about asking her father for her mother's number. What if it hurt his feelings? What if he thought she wanted to live with her mother again? The child paused, staring at the carpet fretfully. She took a minute to summon her courage, and then walked across the living room. Her father's bedroom door was open a crack. As she approached, she heard soft, quiet voices. Diana moved towards the door and peeked in.
Adam was laying across the bed, wearing sweatpants and a gray, cotton, V-neck, long-sleeved shirt. Lawrence was lying on top of him, dressed in his work outfit; he'd gotten home an hour ago and hadn't changed his clothes. He had himself propped up on his forearms, not putting all his weight on the thinner, smaller man below him. He was looking down at Adam, who had his arms around Lawrence's waist. Lawrence brushed his fingers along Adam's jaw affectionately.
"It's so weird. Like, I actually miss being a freelance photographer. It was exciting and interesting. Sort of like living a mystery novel, you know? Getting to see what's really going down is awesome. Well, until the shit hits the fan and all hell breaks loose when I'm caught," Adam murmured. Lawrence shook his head.
"It's too dangerous, Adam. I mean, look where it ended up putting you," he said. Adam flinched slightly at the reference to Jigsaw's bathroom. A hint of anger flashed in his eyes.
"Yeah, well I got to meet you because of that," Adam snapped defensively. Lawrence silenced Adam with a kiss.
"I don't want you doing it," Lawrence said, a little sternly. Adam glared at him.
"I can do whatever the fuck I want," Adam grumbled, his hands dropping from Lawrence's waist. He went to sit up, but Lawrence pushed Adam's hips down and held them that way. Adam glanced up at his boyfriend.
"Yeah, you can. I'm just saying my opinion. Don't get all defensive. I just don't want you to get killed," Lawrence said, his voice gentle and calm. Be rough with Adam, and he'll fucking kill you. Adam stared up at him suspiciously, as if searching for any rude remarks or snide comments…or rejection. Not seeing anything, he relaxed against the soft mattress, all anger disappearing, leaving only minor guilt.
"That was rude of me. I'm sorry, Lawrence," he mumbled genuinely after a moment of silence. Lawrence smiled and kissed him again. Apparently it was a sign of forgiveness. Adam reached up and tugged off Lawrence's tie before undoing each and every button, the kiss never breaking. When he was finished, Lawrence removed Adam's shirt, allowing his own to slip off onto the floor, moving his lips to Adam's throat. Adam sighed happily and tilted his head back, exposing more of the delicious, pale flesh.
Diana had a feeling she shouldn't watch. It was rude. She knew what sex was; only because she'd accidentally walked in on her mother and father at the age of six when they were still together. Now, nearly two years later, she was walking in on her father and Adam. Her parents had explained what sex was after they'd gotten dressed and calmed down. It was extremely awkward and embarrassing.
Not wanting to humiliate Adam – for she knew he would most likely freak out, just because that was who he was – Diana very quietly shut the door. She waited a full minute, and then knocked loudly on the door calling,
"Daddy? Daddy, are you in there?"
She listened to Adam cursing on the other side of the door. She heard a huge crash, and Adam cursed again, mumbling something. She assumed he'd fallen off the bed. She'd assumed correctly.
"Yes, sweet heart, come in," her father replied. When she opened the door and walked inside, Adam was gone, and so was his shirt. She heard the toilet flush in the master bathroom. Her father was lying shirtless on the bed, a medical journal in his hands. They were good. She honestly didn't care.
"Um, Dad?" she asked tentatively, swaying by the foot of the bed. Adam came out from the bathroom, his shirt on. There was a red bite mark on his pale throat, though, and his hair was mussed up. He sat down on the small loveseat by the dresser, watching Diana with mild concern and curiosity.
"Yes?" Lawrence said. He raised his brows in question. She licked her lips nervously.
"I…I want to…Do you….Mom….Um….She hasn't called…And I miss her…" she stammered, blushing. There was a silence. Adam spoke up.
"Do you not like living with us, Diana?" Adam asked, frowning. Tears filled Diana's eyes, and she ran to Adam, jumping into his lap. Startled, Adam flinched. But he was growing used to hugs from the child, so he was quick to wrap his arms around her tightly.
"I do! I love living with you and Daddy! It's just that…I miss my mom. She hasn't called me, and I love her, too. She's my mommy," she explained, sniffling. Adam stroked her small back comfortingly.
"Diana, I have her cell phone number. Would you like to call her?" Lawrence offered. His voice sounded strained. Adam looked up at his lover. He looked irritated and tense. Adam knew it was because he was angry at his ex-wife for neglecting their daughter. Diana nodded and got up, walking over to the bed.
Lawrence pulled out his cell phone and called Alison. When he heard it ring, he handed the phone to Diana, putting it on speaker so that he and Adam could listen.
"Lawrence, what the hell do you want?" Alison demanded coldly. Lawrence's eyes narrowed, and Adam's brows rose in surprise. Diana's eyes widened.
"M-Mommy?" she whispered.
"Oh, Diana! I'm sorry. What is it, sweetie?" her mother said, sounding relieved.
What is it? The three words angered Lawrence to the point where he grew red in the face. This was their daughter, who missed her mother, who hadn't called in the two months she'd been away. And she gets a 'what is it'? Even Diana seemed at a loss for words.
"Hi, Mommy…" Diana said falteringly. There was silence on the other line.
"Um, hi. What do you need?" Alison finally said, sounding annoyed. Tears began to trickle down the little girl's face. She opened her mouth as if to talk, closed it, and opened it again, emitting a faint croaking noise. She threw the phone at Lawrence and ran from the room, dropping her baby doll on the floor. Lawrence gripped the phone so tight that his knuckles turned white.
"Listen, you bitch. Diana missed you, and she wanted to call you. God knows why, knowing what a cold-hearted monster you are. You didn't call her a single time in the two months you've been away. When your one and only young daughter calls you, you speak as though you love and care for her, not as if she's an acquaintance. She's your fucking daughter. And it wouldn't have killed you to call her. Way to break a little girl's heart," Lawrence snarled viciously. He promptly hung up, not wanting to hear his ex-wife's excuses, and threw the phone across the room. Adam watched this with awe and shock.
"You…You cussed?" Adam said, blinking. Lawrence glared over at him and picked up his daughter's baby doll.
"Only when I'm speaking to someone who deserves it along with a bullet to the head," he said coldly, leaving the room. Adam followed, of course, grinning.
They found Diana curled under her sheets sobbing. Adam sat down at the foot of her bed, gazing at the lump beneath the blankets with a look of knowing. Of course he would understand. He'd been abused all his life. He knew exactly how it felt to be neglected. Lawrence, as much as it killed him to do so, left the room, closing the door behind him. Adam would know how to handle this far better than he would. Besides, Diana didn't need Lawrence spewing hateful things about her mother. Adam could perfectly comfort her, and it would strengthen their bond.
"Diana," Adam said tentatively, reaching over and pulling the sheets off of the small child. She really didn't look seven – more like five. Diana didn't respond or look at him. Adam dragged her onto his lap and brushed her tears away. Her flesh was very warm and flushed, and her chest heaved with sobs.
"It's okay, babe. I understand," Adam murmured. She shook her head viciously.
"No! No, you don't! People say that all the time on TV. But they don't mean it, and the people that those other people are talking to know it. You don't understand at all. My momma doesn't love me. And do you want to know something mean? I love my daddy more than my mommy. Even worse…I love you more than I love my mommy. Isn't that a bad thing? Why doesn't God punish me? God punishes sinners. Isn't loving my daddy more than my mommy a sin?" she wailed. She was upset and confused, and didn't sound at all like she knew what she was talking about. Adam didn't get it, either.
"I do understand. I understand more than anyone, more than you even. Your momma does love you, Diana. She loves you so fu – much," he told her, catching himself at the last second.
"Your granddaddy's ill, though, so your momma's worried and stressed, and taking it out on you. Which isn't fair. If anyone's been the sinner, it's been her, not you. You aren't a sinner. And God would never punish beautiful, smart little girls like you. It's not wrong of you to love your dad more than your mom. You want to know my secret, baby? I love your daddy more than I could ever love my parents," Adam said softly, stroking her small back. Diana finally peeked up at him with tear-filled puffy eyes.
"Why do you love my daddy more than your momma and dad?" she asked, sniffling. She noticed her daddy's boyfriend's eyes grow cold and darker. His smile disappeared, and a look of hate passed across his pale, young face.
"My parents aren't like yours at all, Diana. When I was a kid and living with my parents, my parents hated me; they had never wanted me. I was an accident. Basically, God gave me to a mother who didn't want children. She was a very bad mommy. Dirty, hateful, cheating, lying…cruel; that was my mom. She reminded me every week how much she hated me, how I was stupid and ugly and disgraceful. She'd hit me, scream at me, make fun of me," he described, his voice stone-cold.
"But she was nothing like my father. Because my mother was never home. She was always out doing naughty things. My dad, on the other hand, was always home and drinking beer. He was a drunkard. And he hated me even more than my mother did. Every single day, he'd beat me very badly, until I couldn't move or protect myself. He'd beat me until I had to go to the hospital. And he'd tell the doctor lies so that he wouldn't get into trouble. There was never any food at home, so I was always sick and starving. I have scars to prove it," Adam continued.
"When I was older and more capable of defending myself, I ran away from home, and lived on the streets. I took my camera, clothes, and my toothbrush. After a while, I moved into the apartment I had been living in when you and your daddy came and took me to your home. I lived there for a while. Then there was the kidnapping, and then here we are. Oh, and my dad eventually died. The one good thing he ever did do was to die," he finished spitefully. Diana burst into tears, throwing her arms around Adam's hips and burying her head against his flat, toned stomach.
"Oh, Adam, you do understand! I'm so sorry. I love you so much, Adam! Your parents were monsters. I'm so happy you're here with me and daddy!" she cried. Adam, startled by her enthusiastic outburst, looked down at her and grinned.
"Hey, whoa there, girly; I didn't mean to throw you into hysterics or nothin'. Don't be sorry. Anyone would be upset by the neglect of their parent. Now, what I'm trying to say is that your mother loves you, and you have very wonderful parents. Sure, your mom's not the most cheery person in the world, but, you gotta give her credit; she's a much stressed lady, and I know she loves you very much. Who wouldn't?" Adam said, smiling. Diana returned the smile, swiping at her wet face with her arm.
"Adam, you're the best!" she exclaimed, giving his cheek a kiss. Adam felt touched. He'd never felt so loved in his entire life. This little girl loved him so much, and it made him truly happy.
"Not as awesome as you are, chica. You're so gorgeous, Diana. And not just appearance wise. Everything about you is beautiful. Your personality, the way you laugh, the way you feel and think, the way you smile…It's beautiful. And the tragic part is that some day, when you're in high school, girls will be very jealous of you. They'll call you ugly, or fat, when you're really not. They'll make fun of what you wear and who you hang out with. But you can't listen to them. They're just hatin' on you because they have no self-confidence of their own. But you keep that pretty head of yours held up high and proud, and you walk on by as if they're nothing. They're just a couple of bitches who look like shit," he said.
He thought, and then added,
"Or, you could punch their ugly-ass faces and beat them into the ground. Then, once they're lying on the ground, bleeding, and begging for mercy, tell them 'With love from Adam. Suck my dick, bitch!' And after that, they'll never bother you again. I swear."
He thought about what he said.
"Well, your father wouldn't approve. So if you ever do that, don't tell him. And if the principal calls him, deny everything. Actually, disregard that. Don't be a liar. Be proud and honest. Be all like 'fuck yeah, I did that'. I'll make sure you don't get in trouble. I'll go down to that school if I have to," he said. He nodded, satisfied. It was definitely inappropriate for him to be speaking like this to a seven year old, and really random, but Adam was caught up in the moment of being praised and looked upon. Diana beamed up at him.
"I'll hold my head up high and proud, just for you Adam!" she said enthusiastically, grinning so happily and wide that he was afraid her face would split. He hugged her tightly.
"I don't think Daddy likes when you say those words near me," Diana said after a moment.
"I think you're right," Adam replied.
"Let's not mention this to him, then," she said.
"Good idea, cutie."
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Lawrence had changed into a pair of red plaid cotton pajama pants and a black cotton shirt. He lay on the couch, the phone pressed to his ear.
"Hello?" a warm, friendly, elderly voice said curiously. Lawrence grinned, feeling like a child.
"Hi, mom, how're you?" he greeted happily. His mom let out a cheerful whoop at the sound of her one and only son's voice.
"Larry! My dear boy! I am simply marvelous, absolutely wonderful, thank you! Oh, RICHARD, RICHARD, LARRY'S ON THE PHONE! RICHARD! COME HERE! YES, LARRY! HE ASKED ME HOW I WAS, RICHARD! OH, OUR BOY'S ALL GROWN UP! IT MAKES ME WANT TO CRY. HUG ME, RICHARD, HUG ME!"
Lawrence held the phone away from his ear as his mother shrieked for his father. She sounded ecstatic. Finally, after a moment of loving squeals, his mother spoke again.
"How's Diana, sweetie? How're things between you and Alison?" she asked. She knew about the divorce.
"Diana is very wonderful. She's such a sweetie. She hasn't grown much since you saw her last year. A small girl; she takes it from her mother. Her hair grew longer and curlier, and she's as cheerful and bubbly as usual. As for Alison, we don't speak much. She's so cold and irritable. I don't see how I loved her to begin with. She was rude to Diana earlier, and I lost my temper with her. You see, her father is ill, and Alison is taking care of him, so I have Diana until she comes back. She hasn't called Diana in two months. Diana called her today, and Alison was cold as usual. Broke the darling's heart," Lawrence replied. His mother cooed over Diana, and made 'tsk' noises over Alison.
"Have you found a new special someone yet?" his mother asked slyly, sounding hopeful at the same time. Lawrence grinned widely.
"Maybe," Lawrence teased. His mother let out a deafening screech of excitement. Lawrence winced and held the phone away from his ear. He had to hold it out as far as his arm would allow; she was that loud. He could faintly hear his father begging his mother to quiet down. Finally, when she obliged, she squealed,
"Tell me, Larry, tell me! Give me all the details! Come on, come on, don't keep an old lady waiting!"
Lawrence hesitated. Would his mother disapprove? Knowing his mother, she'd be happy either way. And so would his father. If Lawrence was happy, they were happy. But he still felt nervous.
"His name is Adam. He's really adorable, you'd love him to pieces, and he's very caring and protective, and Diana loves him, and he loves her and me, and I love him so much, and he's very keen, he enjoys photography, and I really love him," he said quickly, rushing to get as many details as he could. His heart hammered in his chest. But all that fear drained away when his mother let out another deafening shriek of excitement. Sure, she wouldn't have any more grandchildren to spoil, but her son seemed very happy and in love. And that was definitely enough for Lucille Gordon.
"Lawrence James Gordon, you'd better tell me all about this man before I die of heart attack," she cried. Lawrence grinned, again.
"Yes, momma, quiet down before dad goes crazy. His name is Adam Faulkner. He's younger than me; about twenty seven years old, give or take a year. When I was kidnapped nearly two years ago, he was the other man who was locked in the bathroom with me. The man I had shot, the man who saved my life. Well, not entirely, because the police found us, but he killed a man who was trying to kill me, even though I'd shot him, he still cared enough to save me. He's a shorter than me by a good few inches, and weighs a lot less. He's skinny, but he has muscles. He has soft brown hair and dark eyes," Lawrence began.
"He's a freelance photographer, and he moved in a while ago. He and Diana get along really well. I think you'd love him, mom. He's a troubled young man…very troubled. His parents abused him terribly, and he never got over the bathroom scene. He's lived a horrible life, and his job's dangerous. But he cares so much about me, and loves me more than anything. I've got to be very gentle with him. I'm helping him live. He's been hurt and broken many times. But he pushes on through. A tough kid, he is," Lawrence said. His mother crooned softly, as if hearing about a newborn kitten.
His mother had a very soft spot for 'broken' and abused people. Already she was feeling love for her son's boyfriend.
"He sounds precious, Lawrence. You better take great care of him and don't let him go. I want to meet him," she said. Lawrence nodded, as if she were sitting in the living room with him.
"That's why I was calling. I wanted to invite you and dad over for a visit. You could meet Adam and spend time with Diana and I. Adam's living with me, but I've got another spare bedroom for you and dad," Lawrence told her. His mother went squealing to his father, who quieted her down and agreed to a visit.
"Wonderful! We'll be there next week," his mother sobbed happily. They continued talking for the next half hour. Being old, Lucille Gordon needed her sleep, so she told Lawrence she loved him, to tell Adam and Diana she said hello, and Lawrence said he loved her, and to tell his father the same. They hung up, both smiling, warm, and happy.
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Lawrence walked into his daughter's room. Adam was asleep sitting up against the wall, his legs dangling over the side of the child's bed, Diana curled on his lap sleeping. Adam's arms were wrapped around her waist loosely. The lights were on, of course. Lawrence smiled and went over, gently lifting Diana out of Adam's lap. The little girl jerked, startled, accidentally kicking Adam in the face. Adam jumped, his eyes flashing open with a look of momentary panic. But he immediately relaxed when he saw Lawrence and the light.
"Sorry, Adam," she mumbled sleepily. Adam clambered off the bed, and Lawrence tucked the child in.
"'S okay," Adam replied, rubbing his nose gingerly. Lawrence kissed his daughter's cheek.
"Goodnight, sweetie," he said lovingly. Diana kissed his cheek back and mumbled a 'sweet dreams', and fell back asleep. The two men turned off the lights and left the bedroom, keeping the door open, and went to their own bedroom. Adam stripped off his clothes clumsily, still half-out of it. As he reached for a clean pair of boxers, Lawrence pulled his naked, warm body into his arms and hugged him tightly.
Adam blinked, surprised, but quickly put his arms around the doctor's waist, resting his head against Lawrence's chest. He silently listened to the calming rhythm of Lawrence's heart. Standing here in Lawrence's arms made him feel safe, secure, and, of course, loved. Adam sighed in content and bliss as Lawrence ran his fingers through Adam's hair, then down his spine.
"I love you," Lawrence murmured, picking him up. He placed Adam onto the bed, and then lay atop of him, bracing himself on his forearms so he wouldn't crush Adam with his weight. Adam's arms went around Lawrence's neck, a brilliant smile lighting up his face.
"I love you, too," Adam said, bringing Lawrence's face down and kissing him. Lawrence's hands brushed across Adam's bare chest and stomach, feeling the boy shiver. There was a very comfortable silence, in which the two of them kissed and caressed each other.
"Lawrence?" Adam asked, his lips brushing down the side of Lawrence's neck.
"Yes?" Lawrence replied absently, enjoying the feel of Adam's lips against the soft flesh of his neck.
"I need your opinion on something," the younger man said. He bit at Lawrence's neck hard enough to leave a mark, and then sucked the pain away.
"Mhm?" Lawrence mumbled, his breathing growing a little quicker, eyes closing. He lowered himself onto Adam a bit more.
"Be serious, okay?" Adam said, capturing Lawrence's lips again, sweeping his tongue over Lawrence's lower lip before entering his mouth. They kissed passionately for a moment before Adam pulled back for air, his hands sliding under Lawrence's shirt and rubbing his back.
"Get on with it, Adam," Lawrence said gently, the pads of his fingers dusting across Adam's abdomen. Adam shuddered, again.
"Pandas…Are they bears or raccoon? 'Cause I think they're bears," Adam said. Lawrence's fingers stopped moving, resting a few inches away from Adam's jaw. He stared at Adam, who looked back up seriously. He then burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that tears streamed down his reddening face, and he collapsed onto his side, away from Adam, who was scowling. Lawrence took one glance at Adam's irritated face and roared with laughter. This fit lasted about two minutes straight, and when he was done, he was wheezing and chuckling.
"Are you finished?" Adam asked with an irritated undertone. Lawrence laughed for a few more seconds, and then nodded, wiping his face.
"Dude, it wasn't even funny. I was being serious," Adam grumbled, hugging himself self-consciously and drawing his knees to his chest. He looked cute, pouting like that as he sat completely naked only a foot away from Lawrence's reach.
"The fact that you asked that question so seriously while we expressed our love for one another was what made it funny," Lawrence replied apologetically. He dragged Adam's thin body over to him, and covered them both with the warm, thick blanket. He left the lamp by Adam on, but turned the other lights off, and then snuggled Adam.
"Well, what do you think?" Adam asked, looking up at Lawrence with large, curious eyes. Unable to resist, Lawrence kissed Adam again, for a very long time. In that kiss, he gave Adam all his love and emotion – happiness, humor, joy, warmth – and played with Adam's very soft hair. Finally, breaking away, Adam gasping, he smiled.
"I think you're extremely adorable, lovable, huggable, and irresistible," Lawrence replied. Adam, his face flushed, flashed Lawrence with one of his rare, full-out, cheerful, loving grins. It was slightly lopsided. It made Lawrence's heart swell.
"And I think you're amazing, intelligent, caring, loving, and fucking sexy," Adam replied, rolling over and straddling Lawrence.
"Do you?" Lawrence said, grinning. Adam gave him a look that made Lawrence's cock harden painfully.
"Hell yeah," Adam said. Lawrence looked up, yanked the boy down, and hugged him tightly. Randomly, he remembered the conversation with his mother. And he suddenly didn't feel lusty. Instead, he held him in his arms and stroked his bare back. Adam melted into Lawrence's embrace, the mood easily and quickly shifting from horny to quiet and loving.
"Adam," Lawrence said softly. Adam raised his head, peering up at him through his bangs.
"You mean the world to me. I don't know what I'd do without you, or how I've managed so long without you in my life. You are truly perfect. I know that you have a lot to work on with yourself, but I also know you can do it. You can do anything you set your mind to; because you're Adam Faulkner, and you are one tough, adorable young man. I always come home from work looking forward to seeing your face and holding you in my arms just like this. I just love you so much," Lawrence said. Adam buried his face against Lawrence's chest, blushing deeply.
"Life's greatest happiness is to be convinced that we are loved. Love is the one word that frees us of all the weight and pain of life," Adam said poetically. Lawrence was surprised.
"Why, Adam, that was lovely," Lawrence said, smiling. Adam smiled sweetly back at him.
"Thank you. I read it on the box of Godiva chocolate drops," Adam said. He and Lawrence laughed. Once they calmed down, Lawrence said,
"I was being serious, though." Adam nodded, relaxing again.
"I know. I just…I'm not good at expressing myself. I love you, though," he said. Lawrence smiled.
"You don't need to be. All you have to do is talk from your heart," he told Adam, who remained silent. Lawrence was just beginning to think that Adam had fallen asleep when the younger man suddenly spoke.
"I couldn't choose one thing that I love about you. It's everything. I love everything about you. You smell like clean, soft, crisp laundry dry and fluttering in a warm spring breeze. You're always warm, and your body is firm and muscular. Your arms are strong, perfect for hugging, and you are so kind and patient. When you hug me, I feel safe and secure and loved, and I never want to let go, because I feel that when you hold me, nothing could ever hurt me or steal me away. Not even God or the devil himself," Adam said, his voice rumbling against Lawrence's chest.
"You care about everyone. That's why you're a doctor. You save people. You saved me, Lawrence. From myself. You showed me what it was like to be loved and cared about. You showed me that not everyone is cruel and malicious, that even someone like me can be loved and cherished. You cleaned up my life and brought me to your home. Made me a part of your life, protected me from the monsters of the dark, took care of me, accepted my many issues, loved me…I could never thank you enough. I'd trust you with my life."
"Face it, my life was a worthless piece of shit until you came along. And when you did, the light of your love drove away the darkness. It warmed me. I can appreciate the small things, now. My parents were never there for me. They hated me so much. I grew up only knowing how to hate. And then you came along. And I learned to love. And I love you. I can't even bear to think of losing you. Just the thought terrifies me. I would die if I lost you. I'm so happy here, living with you and Diana. I never thought I could…or deserved…to be so happy. And I owe it all to you. I love you with all my heart, soul, body, and brain. You are my everything…in a non-creepy-stalker-ish way."
"I could lie in bed in your arms for the rest of my life and do nothing else and be completely satisfied. The words 'I love you' are way too small and over-used to describe how I feel for you. But because I am struggling to express myself, and my vocabulary isn't as broad as yours, I'll just say that I could never in a million years be capable of expressing the immense depth of my love for you. I will never grow tired of kissing, touching, or hugging you. Just looking into your beautiful blue eyes makes me want to smile. I just feel so lucky being with you, being loved by you…It's so…perfect," Adam finished. By now, there were tears in both of their eyes.
Lawrence kissed Adam tenderly, stroking his face, his shoulders, his back, and his head. A few tears trickled down Adam's flushed cheeks, and Lawrence kissed them away, making the next kiss a salty one.
"Adam, that was so…beautiful," Lawrence whispered, hugging him tightly. Adam nestled his head against Lawrence's chest, his eyes closing.
"And it wasn't even written by Godiva, this time," Adam murmured sleepily. He drifted off very soon, and Lawrence hugged his sleeping boyfriend tightly, a smile on his face, and his heart swollen with intense love for the boy. Adam had never spoken so much at one time in his whole life. Lawrence was absolutely touched.
"Oh, Adam, I love you," he whispered, closing his eyes, warm, sleepy, and as happy as could be.
Well, it had to happen eventually. Adam had to be mushy-gushy-loveydovey at least once in this fanfic. And this was his huge moment. Hope you liked it! I honestly can't wait to write the next chapter. Hahah, oh, Adam...He's going to be a very naughty boy. ;D
Anyway, thank you for reading this far, and...PLEASE REVIEW! :D