Adam stared unblinking at the dusty antique television. Distorted shapes danced in the gray static. He wished the noise from the bad reception did more to distract him. All at once the static dissipated and Eve appeared on the screen.
And though everything had gone to shit in the past few days, he couldn't help but smile. "Ah, there you are," he said, leaning forward and resting his elbows on his knees.
"And there you are," she replied, mirroring his smile. She was dressed simply in a purple and gold kaftan. Her white blonde hair hung loosely about her thin shoulders. Her eyes were the color of late summer midnight, sparkling with the light of a thousand stars. Adam could stare at her for eternity. You would think after thousands of years, her beauty would have become tiresome. But it hadn't and he doubted it ever would. Why hadn't it been enough? Why?
"Darling, why so glum?" Eve asked, leaning her face closer to the screen, her brows low with concern.
"Fuck," Adam cursed. He absently pushed a hand through his untamed black hair and dropped his eyes to the floor. How the hell to even begin?
"A girl," Eve said, intrigued. It wasn't a question. She knew him too fucking well. Adam brought his gaze back to her. She was staring expectantly. The light in her eyes intensified. "Bring her to me," Eve urged, barely able to contain her growing excitement.
"It's more complicated than that," Adam admitted. Eve gaped at him. "Adam. Is she...did you…?"
"Yes," he interrupted, not wanting to hear her say it.
The past hundred years or so, Eve had been pushing him especially hard to produce a progeny. Put simply, their race was dying one, soon to be extinct completely if their ranks weren't replenished. It wouldn't take much. Just a few new turns every couple hundred years. Adam had been Eve's chosen progeny. She was bonded to him, unable to produce another unless he died. By the time Adam had matured enough to make one of his own, he was too jaded. He started hating what he was and refused to bring anyone else into this nightmare.
Until Delilah. Fucking Delilah.
Eve clapped her hands with glee, beaming. She had always been content to wear her emotions on her sleeve and Adam had never seen her so happy. His insides clenched. Were he alive, with a full stomach, he might have retched. Everything was going to change. Where it had been Adam and Eve, now it would be Delilah, Adam, and Eve. He couldn't even fathom the dynamic.
"Adam, please. I can't bear it any longer. Show her to me!" Eve begged, adjusting her camera to get a better view of the room.
"Fine," he grumbled. He unfolded himself on to long legs and left the room. When he returned, he was pulling Delilah along roughly by the wrist. In the time Adam had been speaking with Eve, Delilah had cleaned herself up. Her hair was still damp from the shower. Her face and neck were no longer smeared with the blood and dirt left in the aftermath of their fucking. And she was beautiful. Fucking hell, she was beautiful. Adam wanted to scream at her and kill her and fuck her all at once.
A gasp came from the antique television. Eve pressed a delicate hand against her mouth, her eyes wide and surprised. Adam all but threw Delilah to the sunken couch. He didn't sit next to her, knowing if he did he would be intoxicated by her scent. And if she looked at him with those eyes, fuck, he'd be powerless. Instead, he paced the open space of what would have been the dining room had it not been filled to bursting with artifacts, antiques, and aging books.
"Oh Adam…" Eve marveled. She moved closer and traced her fingertips against the screen, as if she could reach out and touch the girl. "She's exquisite." The same word Adam had used to describe her what seemed like an eternity ago.
Delilah careened forward to inspect Eve. Her eyes traced the contours of Eve's regal face before sliding down her neck and eventually to her chest. "Fairer than Phoebe's sapphire-region'd star, or Vesper, amorous glow-worm of the sky, fairer than these…" Delilah murmured religiously, completely in awe of the older woman.
Eve's bottom lip quivered, as if she might cry. "And she knows Keats. Blessed child."
Adam's mood continued to deteriorate. He scoffed. "It gets old." But he was lying. A millennium could pass and still he'd quiver at this magnificent creature reciting poetry.
Eve shifted her attention from Delilah to Adam. "Please, love, come sit. I want to see your face."
Adam wanted to say no but acquiesced nonetheless. He sat down next to Delilah. The white robe she wore separated at the top of her thighs, leaving them exposed and so deliciously accessible. His eyes slid higher. His mind begged him to stop but his arousal had already grown past the point of good decision making. The garment was cinched loosely around her waist and gaped away from her chest, leaving her right breast almost completely bare.
Adam dug his long fingers into the cushion. If he didn't, he would grab for her; he could barely control himself. What the fuck was it about her?
"Adam…?" From somewhere far away, Eve's voice broke the spell. His head snapped back to look at her. Eve's eyes were thoughtful. "It seems you're a bit distracted, hmm?"
Adam regarded Eve suspiciously. He didn't trust the mischief in her tone. It was a tone she used only when she had especially terrible ideas like that time she suggested backpacking through Western Europe or that time she bought a coffin to sleep in so she could see what that Dracula shit was all about. Fuck, but if he didn't love her free spirit.
"Go on, love. I want to watch," Eve finally said. From the look in her eye, there was no question as to her meaning.
Adam's eyes widened. Suddenly, the dull ache of his arousal ignited into something he could barely contain. "Eve, you don't know what you're asking," he said. Delilah had inched closed to him. Their thighs were touching. He simultaneously wanted to shove her away and grab for her. He was dizzy.
"Adam, I'm three thousand years old. I know what I want. And I'm not afraid to ask for it," Eve said, a smirk lifting a corner of her lips.
"Eve…" His voice was more halfhearted than he intended. He sifted through a thousand reasons not to do this but none of them came readily to his lips. His cock was already hard, eager.
On the screen, Eve stood and dragged the chair back. She stopped in front of it and untied the belt of her kaftan, letting it fall from her shoulders in one smooth, elegant motion. She stood nude, displaying the curves that Adam had seen, caressed, kissed, a million times during their lives together. And for all that time, he was still rendered speechless by her beauty and by how much he loved her. At his side, Delilah let a small moan. It seemed he was not the only one affected by Eve's radiance.
Eve sat down in the chair and leaned back. With languid, alluring slowness, she spread her legs wide. "Now does it look like I know what I'm asking?" She asked, while tracing her hands along her stomach and up over her breasts. She never broke eye contact and it was driving him mad with lust.
Delilah's hand was resting on his thigh now. She moved it slowly, so slowly it hurt, until it was nearly touching his length. He moaned in spite of himself and hated that he did, hated that he wanted this as badly as they did. Delilah leaned forward enough that the robe fell completely away from her breast.
"Fuck!" Adam snarled. There was no use fighting. He was immobilized by them. Eve had always held a power over him and now with Delilah, he would surely drown in their allure. He bounded to his feet. He grabbed a fistful of Delilah's wet hair and pulled her down to her knees in front of him. He hoped it hurt. Hoped it hurt like his insides hurt ever since she'd came into his godforsaken life.
Adam ripped down his pants. His rigid cock sprang free from its prison. He heard both Eve and Delilah moan simultaneously and it was so damn erotic he wanted to scream. Delilah had him in her mouth instantly. She cupped his ass and urged him to move, angling him parallel to the television so Eve could watch. God, Eve. He turned to see his wife and his mouth went agape. Eve's hand was between her legs, rubbing herself furiously as she watched with wide, unblinking eyes. Her other one had a taut nipple between its fingers, pinching tightly. His cock jerked at the sight. It brushed against the top of Delilah's mouth. Fuck, he'd almost forgotten about her, almost lost himself in Eve's primal beauty as she satiated her own need. But fuck, Delilah's mouth.
Adam was suddenly torn and it felt like an omen; where should he look? In one glance, Delilah's head bobbed up and down. The tip of her tongue placed pinpoint pressure against the underside of his cock and his legs went numb. She took his entire length until his tip brushed against the back of her throat making him moan outloud. In the next glance there was Eve, squirming on the chair, fucking herself, crying out with abandon. It should have felt prophetic but the symbolism was lost on his overstimulated mind. His head turned this way and that, hungrily, selfishly; he wanted them both.
Adam was close and Delilah knew it. She sped up. She removed her hands from his ass. One went to his cock, pleasuring him in tandem with her mouth, pumping up and down. The other pushed between her own legs, satisfying the throbbing need in her aching cunt. Unconsciously, Adam thrust his pelvis forward, so hard that if she could breathe he would have knocked the wind from her. In the hazy, oversexed recesses of his mind he wished she were still alive so he could choke her with his cock. And then she looked up at him. Her eyes were magma and hellfire and the unheard confessions of a thousand unredeemed sinners.
Adam fought the urge to come. He bit his bottom lip so hard it broke the skin. He forced himself to look away from Delilah's spellbinding, scorching gaze. His hand twisted in her hair again and he pulled her off him with a loud, wet pop. His cock ached for her mouth immediately but he couldn't lose himself in her. It would be too easy and too unfair to Eve. He brought up a booted foot and kicked the coffee table out of the way. Glassware plummeted, shattering as it hit the hardwood floor.
Adam pulled Delilah to the floor in front of the television and ripped the now completely open robe from her body. She got down on all fours, facing Eve, and Adam forced into her from behind. He rammed into Delilah but focused his attention on his wife. "Come for me," he growled, but didn't know if he was talking to Eve or Delilah or both and he hated himself for not knowing.
Eve gripped the side of the chair. Her legs went rigid. Her eyes were open but faraway. A scream tore from her lips before her body convulsed, signaling her release. She shook and then reclined heavily against the chair, spent. It was what he wanted, to see Eve come before he or Delilah could. With his wife finished, he thrust harder, faster into Delilah. He brought a hand around front and pushed a finger against her clit. He rubbed fast and hard, knowing she had to be close. Her walls clenched against him almost instantly, adding resistance. The sensation caused his cock to jerk inside her.
Just when Adam thought she would give in to her impending release, Delilah pulled away. Before he knew what was happening, she had him pinned below her. She mounted him, her hands pressed down against his shoulders as she rode him. Her firelight eyes bore holes into him, as if she could see through him, as if she could see the very hold she had on him. It occurred to him that Delilah was the burning star in Eve's dark midnight. Where the fuck did he fit in? He scolded himself for waxing poetic even as his cock was buried to the hilt in a beautiful girl.
Adam gave in. Fuck, as if he had a choice. He relaxed and let his orgasm claim him. His cock shuddered deep inside her. His back arched up off the ground. He wanted to close his eyes but he couldn't. He just kept staring at her, watching her eyes ignite as her own release overtook her.
In the aftermath, for one brief, glorious second, his limbs filled with lead and his head with haze. He was with Eve, laying in darkness, growing soft inside her, letting sleep claim him. But then his eyes refocused and the dream faded to reality. Delilah peered down at him.
Adam pushed her off of him. "Back to your room," he said. His voice was flat. Delilah stared at him, as if to ask why but he didn't give her the chance. "Go!" he yelled, anger flaring. He picked up a nearby fallen book and flung it at her legs. She scurried off, confusion and hurt apparent in her features. Fuck her. Fuck everything.
"Now that wasn't very nice, was it?" Eve's tired voice said from the screen. She was retying her kaftan. With the stunt Delilah had pulled, he'd forgotten Eve was still there. The girl was fucking dangerous.
"You're going to hate me for this. I'll be the fucking asshole by the time this is all over," he said. He tried to call back the anger but it was already gone, replaced with his characteristic melancholy. He pulled his pants back on. How did everything get so fucked up?
"Hate you for giving me the family I've always wanted? I think not," Eve replied.
Adam looked at her and swallowed hard. God, he loved her. "Will you come home?" He asked, suddenly. It sounded pathetic, he knew it did. He didn't care. "I need you." He really did. Now, more than ever.
Eve smiled. "Of course, love."
Adam managed a smile in return, the kind of smile that never reached the eyes and alluded to a lifetime of sadness. "I love you," he finally said.
"I love you too. See you soon." Eve went for the off button but paused. "And Adam?"
"Hmm?"
"Thank you," she said and her eyes spoke the sentiment even louder than her words. The screen faded to distorted gray static. An emptiness settled in the pit of his stomach. He missed her already.
Adam stood. He went to the corner that sported a large collection of his instruments. He didn't pick one up, though his fingers ached for strings. Instead, he opened a small wooden box sitting atop a pile of aged sheet music and pulled out the revolver. He curled a finger around the trigger, finding a morbid comfort in the gesture. Soon Eve would be home. And then it would be Delilah, Adam, and Eve. He wasn't sure what to expect but every possible outcome ended with him pulling the trigger.