Yaaaay update! Pretty sure this one was faster than the last. Hopefully that trend will continue :)

Oh, and I'll definitely write this from Adam's perspective, but i'll wait until i finish this one first.

Review please and ENJOY!! :)

"Ooh, I've got one! Favorite city you've ever been to."

Adam sighed and rolled his eyes. "Very original, Liz. I've never been asked that one before!"

I poked his side, earning a giggle. "I don't need your sarcasm, mister Lambert! I'm sorry we can't all think up questions like 'what's the most glittery thing you own' or 'what's the most psychedelic experience you've ever had'!"

He poked me back. "Hey, those are great questions! Not my fault you didn't have good answers."

"Well, at least I answered them at all. You wouldn't tell me your answer to the second one."

"Didn't want to scar you for life."

"I think that was already accomplished with your answer to the first question."

"Hey if you can't handle the thought of me in ultra-glittery tights…"

"Oh, you bet I can handle it! You have no idea how many times I've watched 'Crawl Thru Fire'. That was hot."

"Yeah, I had fun."

"You looked like it."

"I was pretty bummed about not getting to wear that flamethrower wig, though."

"Yeah… wait, what?!"

"Nevermind."

"Hey! I'm curious now!"

"Nope. Forget it. I- oof! Hey!" He broke out laughing as I tickled him down to the floor. It wasn't that far down. We were still sitting together on the floor, and eventually boredom had pushed us past the point of normal conversation and into games of 20 Questions and tickle fights. This was our third one. We had yet to declare a winner.

"Haha! Heeeey! No fair!" Using his superior strength, he grabbed both of my hands in one of his and tickled me with the other. "Hehehehehe! Stop! Stop! Okay!"

Adam paused, one eyebrow raised, not letting go. "Is that a surrender I hear, young miss?" he smirked. It got my fighting spirit back up.

"Never!" I cried as I slipped one hand loose and launched a counterattack. Catching him by surprise, I had the upper hand… for a moment. Laughing breathlessly, he grabbed my wrist with his other hand, pulling it away until his arms held both of my hands suspended in the air. We were still on the floor, awkwardly positioned after the scuffle, and our faces were very close together. Although I was gasping, I felt like I wasn't getting any air. He was looking right into my eyes, those indigo laser beams piercing through me, and I could feel his breath on my cheek. He grinned devilishly and whispered, "What are you gonna do now, Liz?"

I answered with what immediately came to mind. "Whatever you want me to." I grinned cheekily and winked, hoping desperately that he would take it as a joke, even though I had sort of actually really meant it. Thankfully, he did. He laughed, and I could feel his body shaking next to mine. I tried not to let my mind turn it into something erotic, with the same amount of success as I had been having all day.

"Devious doesn't even begin to describe you." he said with that sly grin still in place.

I tried to smirk back. "Oh really? Well then, what would be the more appropriate word?"

He chuckled. "How should I know? Between the two of us, you are clearly the more articulate one."

Rolling my eyes at his sarcasm, I tried to think of a good answer. "Of course! However, I'm not sure you know how hard it is to think when your hands are trapped above your head by some super sexy man who isn't letting you go."

He unsuccessfully stifled a huge smirk before I could even think about what I said. "Oh, believe me honey, I think I know how hard that is better than you do."

I froze, my eyes bugging out of my head and my face turning beet red. I almost choked on my own thoughts when an image flashed through my mind of something that never should have, especially when Adam was literally right in front of me. Then again, what else did he want me to think of when he said stuff like… that?! There was no way he didn't know what he was doing to me. He started laughing uncontrollably at the shocked, embarrassed, and probably slightly guilty look on my face. His grip on me loosened, and I finally freed my hands. I rubbed my wrists gingerly, a little sulky as he continued to laugh at me. "You, sir, are responsible for the death of my innocent mind."

He stopped laughing long enough to respond. "Oh really? I'm pretty sure I didn't have time to corrupt your naïveté before I caught you intensely staring at my crotch."

I didn't know if it was possible, but it felt like my face even redder. Wasn't this the second time my face had caught on fire today? "I- I wasn't!! I was looking at your belt buckle!" Apparently, the desperately indignant tone in my voice was hilarious, judging by Adam's laughter doubling.

"Hahahaha! Ooh, suuuure you were! Look, I know you think I'm sexy, but there are better ways to show it than by staring at my d--"

"Hold up right there, Adam! Now, whatever made you think that I find you attractive in the least?" A completely ridiculous question, of course, but it was a distraction.

"Oh, so you're on first name terms with me now, are ya, kid?"

"You know damn well I am!"

"Tut-tut, language, missy!"

"I can't believe you of all people are correcting my language."

"Cussing is a fucking bad habit, you know."

"My point is proven."

"Yes, well, I don't really need to prove my point, do I?"

"Huh? And your point is?…"

"That you are completely unable to resist my body."

I rolled my eyes like that was the stupidest thing in the world. "Pssh! First of all, that has nothing to do with me swearing. Second of all, you're totally wrong."

"Oh, am I?"

"Yes." I was dead serious.

"…Okay." He looked confused and a little put off.

"It's not just your body. It's also your immaculate taste in clothing, your flashy performances, and your glittering personality."

"You forgot to mention my flawless way with words."

"And your immense humility."

"Of course! It's by far my best trait."

We looked at each other in the eye for a brief second before we each burst into laughter. Gingerly wiping tears from my eyes, I giggled, "I think the whole 'being famous' thing has gone to your head!"

He nodded, smiling. "Well, you know, it's hard to stay grounded when you're surrounded by people telling you how amazing you are all day, every day. But I manage."

"Wow. I'm glad you've survived through this difficult time in your life. That must be simply awful."

Laughing at my sarcasm, he responded, "Actually, it's harder than you may think. Now, being unknown is way worse, of course, but sometimes, I really just want to chill out, watch a movie, sleep."

"Or have a couple hours to yourself in some elevator."

"Yes, with my brand new best friend."

Grinning madly at the fact that I had just been called Adam Lambert's 'new best friend', however jokingly, I said, "You know, if you're really tired, you can sleep. You probably don't rest enough, and you got up super early, like me. I'm pretty tired too, you know."

He smiled and gave a little sigh. "Well, I would, but then word would get out that I slept with some girl in an elevator. Imagine how that would look on the cover of 'National Enquirer'!"

I leaned back against the wall, laughing. "Yeah right! How is anyone ever going to know about this?"

He sighed and shook his head. "Honestly, you never know, Liz. I've found that the internet eventually knows all."

I nodded sympathetically. "True."

"Especially in my case."

"Well, if you're referring to pictures of you in your pre-idol days, those weren't really negative."

"They weren't exactly positive, either."

I glanced over at him. He looked a little bummed.

"You know what I think?" I asked. He looked over, curious.

"Ya?"

"I think you looked fucking sexy."

He grinned broadly. "Yeah?"

"Absolutely. There's this picture of you at Burning Man, and you're wearing these shorts, and… hot dayum, man! People think you're flaunting it now. I mean, don't get me wrong, it's the sexiest thing ever when you dance, but I don't think it's possible to compare that to you in some of the costumes you've been in."

He laughed, fascinated. "Really!"

"Yes! Look, I'm not sure if that came out right or not, but you are like the sexiest being ever. I don't think I can describe it. Like, I could go on for hours about your various before-Idol costumes, the drag ones or just the crazy ones, and all of your performances, and I still don't think I could capture you, like, who you are. I just… you're just…. Yeah, I have no idea what I'm trying to say."

He just looked at me for a couple seconds, still smiling, like he was absorbing my nonsensical rant. I was confused about what I had said, so he had to be completely lost, or so I thought. Just as I was getting a little uneasy, he smiled, sighed happily, and pulled me into a surprise hug. With us both still on the elevator floor, I ended up just basically sitting in his lap, but it wasn't sexual. It was just… Adam.

I was swimming in a world of bliss when Adam whispered, "I'm so happy that someone gets me!" My brain then basically unraveled, I was so confused, because I was pretty sure that I didn't get him. Wasn't that what I had been rambling about? About how very "un-gettable" he was?

…Did it really matter? I was sitting, wrapped in his arms, and we were both completely content. So, no. At that moment, nothing mattered except for Adam Mitchel Lambert.

Hey ALWAYSDANCSWIM! I'm sorry, i lied, i can't actually make you cuddle with Adam! :'( but hey, how about sitting in his lap, wrapped in his arms? cuz i was totally thinking of you and your review when i was writing the last part of this :)

MIDNIGHTWHISPERS- i know! I can't wait for his CD either! Nov 23!! Woooo!

ADISONFOREVER- i'm right there with you! sooo jealous of this chick right now! :)

PRISCILLA- glad i made you laugh! :)

i love ALLL you people who leave reviews!! i'm sorry that i don't have time to reply to all of them!! :'( but hey, just know you have my undying affection :)