A/N: Random summer one-shot inspired by my trip to London (yes I finally did the weeb thing and went to London just b/c of Adam XD) Takes place shortly after the manga ends.
R-18 because…I just do that. NSFW content this chapter!
"Ugh, it's muggy here as well…maybe I shouldn't have worn long socks," Sio fanned herself as they de-planed, getting hit in the face with a gust of moist, not-hot but not-cool air. "Adam, I thought you said London was cooler than Tokyo during the summer…"
"Uh, this…is?" The British man raised a white eyebrow as he hauled their bags over his shoulder. "I mean, Great Britain is an island love, I can't do much about the humidity…but 23 degrees celsius is cooler than 29, no?"
"Yeah, I suppose…I guess I got spoiled spending all that time in San Francisco…ahh, the ocean breeze was soo nice! Geronimo and Babe Ruth said it's because California has a dry heat, which is why it feels nice even when the temperature's higher." Stretching her arms out, Sio seemed to be hugging the breeze as it blew again, despite the dampness in the air. "Well, better than melting in the sun during Comiket. Is London always this, uh…grey?"
"More or less. You're lucky there's no rain today," Adam shrugged, running a finger through white locks that were starting to stick to his face. "But yeh, wouldn't expect too many sunny days if I were you; I wasn't joking when I said London's pretty overcast year-round. There's a reason weather is the de-facto conversation starter."
Sio giggled as they exited the terminal, Adam expertly navigating them straight to the rail station. "Iya, I really do think it's nice. I mean, it's not all clouds—I can see some sun."
"Like I said squirt, yeh got lucky today. Now come on, let's catch the express before it leaves—I'm not waiting around for the next one."
The rail system—or 'The Tube' as Adam called it—was quite similar to what she was used to in Japan, yet Sio couldn't help but gawk at each station they passed through, wishing she had more than one pair of eyes because there was just too much to look at. Gothic architecture with modern skyscrapers, the iconic white, blue and red signs as the train screeched into each station…it wasn't quite as clean or orderly as Japan, but there was something about the messy, almost frenetic atmosphere that made her feel more alive than back in Tokyo.
"Ah, Adam wait—" Sio fumbled with her newfound Oyster card, while Adam simply tapped his phone. "Wha—did you just pay with your…phone?"
"Yeh, everyone's movin' t' contactless methods these days; the Oyster's not bad if you're visiting, but honestly it's way easier to just use one thing instead of grabbing out a card over and over again." Sio struggled to keep up through the crowd on her shorter legs as Adam plowed resolutely ahead. "Surprised Japan doesn't, considering you can do just about everything else with your phone over there."
"Well, that's probably because nobody really uses credit cards in Japan..." After transferring to another line (with Adam grumbling all the way about how the DLR was still crap and why couldn't they upgrade the line), they finally exited at Greenwich, where his mother lived.
"Right-o, here we are…" Turning the key, the wooden gate slowly creaked open, Adam going through the entrance while Sio was still entranced by her surroundings. Outside of London was much quieter, with more trees and greenery, but she could still see the metropolitan areas across the river.
"Oy Sio, you comin' love?"
"Ah! H-Hai!" The brunette dashed through the gate, only to nearly run into an older woman with greying hair, and before she even said anything Sio knew this must be Adam's mother. "O-Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't…I, uh…it's…n-nice to meet you, Mrs. Muirhead." She bowed low, face burning with embarrassment.
"That's quite all right, dear. It is very nice to meet you at last, Miss Sio Ogura. Adam has told me much about you; quite fondly, I might add," the woman gave a small smile as Adam broke into a faint blush. "Please, do come in and make yourself at home—and I do mean that quite literally; you're going to be my daughter-in-law, after all."
Sio squeaked incoherently as she and Adam both turned bright red, even though it was pretty much public news at this point. Adam hadn't been keen on turning their engagement into a public spectacle, but he relented after Sio agreed with DOGOO's committee that the world could use some good news after officially ending the war upon her return. Though, if she'd known what a frenzy the media would make out of this piece of news…headlines such as 'ENGLAND'S DARK ANGEL PROPOSES TO JAPAN'S SECOND RISING SUN' and 'TWO TWISTED FATES: DEMONIC WARLORD ENGAGED TO BLOODY KILLER' flashed in her memory, each headline getting more and more outrageous until she decided to never read another piece on their upcoming marriage again.
Luckily, this visit to his hometown was low-key and under wraps; a couple of folks here and there gave them sideways glances when they thought they weren't looking, but for the most part the couple was mercifully left alone. Which was a relief, considering Sio wasn't sure how much more 'celebrity fame' she could handle, even if they were international heroes. Some holders such as Gandhi and Babe Ruth took it all in good stride, but Sio just wanted to go back to being her introverted, otaku self.
Just, engaged now.
"Wow…this is, your room? It's so…neat." Sio took a glance around, standing by the door as if waiting for permission to cross into such a personal space. A single bed covered in dark sheets sat in the corner, with a computer opposite to it. A couple of faded gaming posters tacked on the wall (she smiled inwardly as she saw an ad for Metal Gear Rising) and his guitar, which had been shipped back with his personal belongings weeks earlier, sat neatly propped against the corner. "You got a nice view of the river."
"Eh, it's alright; mum kept it tidy when I was away." Adam sighed and flopped onto the bed. "Uh, you can come in, you know…"
"Ah! Sorry, I was just…nevermind," she shuffled over to the bed, hesitating for all of two seconds before flopping down next to him, Adam's arm automatically coming across to scoop her close to him. "It's just…I realized, I've never known what your life before DOGOO was really like…until now."
"Hn; 's not that interesting, trust me. Growin' up in a small place, single-parent home, gettin' into rows with wankers who didn't know how to keep their mouths shut…" He turned and sighed into hair, Sio flushing with coziness as he spooned her. "An' then hearin' voices in your head that you can't make heads or tails of, until one day I finally realised, who I really was…what I was."
"Adam…" Sio wanted to say something, but judging from his wistful tone and the way he was holding her, she sensed he wasn't in the mood. 'Maybe later on, when we're less tired from the trip.'
She was just about to drift off into a nap when there was a light knock, followed by a "Adam? Sio?" and she shot up like a rocket, even though they hadn't been doing anything.
"Hai—I-I mean, yes?"
"Did either of you want some nosh? I have tea ready if you'd like."
Nosh? Sio was sure it meant something nicer than what it sounded like, but she couldn't make heads or tails of it. Her English was much better after joining a supranational organization, but it wasn't perfect.
Next to her, Adam stirred and stretched, blinking those sleepy emeralds as he pulled his shirt down. "Sounds good, we'll be right down mum."
"Adam…what's 'nosh'? Is it something for tea?" Sio whispered as the two descended the narrow steps. "I've never heard of it…"
Adam could't help but snort in response at the sniper's confusion. "Hah, you could say that—it just means food, is all. Ah, I forgot; you're probably not familiar with British slang…"
"Well, I mean I know some…like 'bloody hell', 'bollocks', 'wanker'…"
"Er, Sio, those are swear words…best not to be repeatin' them 'round my mum, yeh?"
"Oh yeah? Well considering who I picked it up from…it's your fault for swearing so much around me," she stuck her tongue out playfully, only for it to turn into a squeal as Adam tickled her around the ribs. "A-Adam…! S-Stop it…you jerk!"
"Adam Muirhead, I thought I raised you better than to manhandle a lady like that. Especially your fiancée," his mother appeared at the bottom, arms crossed and eyebrow raised in a manner that made her strongly resemble her son (or was it the other way around). "Tea is ready and waiting, you two. And please, don't hesitate to let me know if there's something else you'd like."
"Oh, wow! It's so cute!" Even though they often had teatimes aboard the A. Logan, Adam's mother had clearly gone out of her way to make it special for her visit: a three-tiered dessert rack filled to the brim with tiny sandwiches, scones, and even some items she didn't recognize—some type of pancake with holes?—both savory and sweet, and a large pot of aromatic black tea awaiting to accompany them. Small pots of clotted cream, jam and lemon curd surrounded her plate, and Sio had to stop herself from just shoveling every single item into her mouth at once.
"Do help yourself dear, and don't be shy. There's plenty more where that came from." Her eyes twinkled in that way just like Adam's whenever he was pleased about something, as Sio first took pictures of every single pastry with her phone, before popping them in her mouth.
"Uwaa! Oishii! This is so delicious! Thank you so much, Mrs. Muirhead…these are really good! I've never seen them on the Alex Logan, or even in Japan…" She especially like those pancakes—crumpets, they were called—slathered with a good deal of cream, whereas Adam preferred his with jam. "Wow Adam, you must've been so lucky growing up, getting to eat this all the time…"
"Hah, don't get too excited, squirt. This spread is usually for special occasions; regular tea is closer to what we had on the Logan—but yeh, if you're really looking for authentic, British comfort food, can't beat mum's cooking."
Afterwards, Sio was so full she felt like dinner couldn't possibly be an option, but as soon as she caught a whiff of savory meat and potatoes wafting into Adam's room as they were playing video games…
"Whoa! Is this a…pie? I thought they were usually for desserts…"
Adam's mother smiled as she put a whole pasty into the girl's plate, with plenty of thick gravy and a spoonful of spring peas. "Yes, but here in England, they can be savory too. This was Adam's favorite dish growing up. Beef and stout pie, with a side of peas and carrots. Actually, I daresay his favorite part isn't so much the meat pasty as the glazed carrots."
Sio's eyes widened in their sockets. "Wait, Adam…your favorite food is…carrots?!" Even now there were still new things to learn about him, it seemed. Of course she knew favorite foods were highly subjective and could range from anything, but carrots? A vegetable? 'That's the last thing I'd associate with a serial killer…but then again, I, Oda Nobunaga's reincarnation, like chicken, so look who's talking…'
"Um, yes Sio…what, don't tell me you find that hard to believe?" Adam pouted in mock disbelief. "I feel like you have this mental image of me being this, this…complex, secretive badass when I'm probably one of the most laid-back guys among all the holders…"
"A-Ah…I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that…" Sio shrank back in embarrassment, but Adam and his mother only laughed in good humour.
"Ah, so I see my son wasn't exactly open with you in the beginning, was he? Adam, you should know better than to toy with a lady's feelings like that…"
"Mum! I did no such thing of the sort…I just wanted to make sure she was serious about it, first," Adam complained, though his ears were turning red and he spent the rest of the meal in a hushed mood, though Sio noticed he ate all the carrots and even took the ones she couldn't finish.
As she finally felt her eyelids droop during their tenth round of after-dinner Tekken, the sniper suddenly realized she didn't know what their sleeping arrangements would be. 'Uh oh! I-I mean, I don't know how much Adam has told his mom, but…she isn't expecting us to, to…share a bed, is she?' Even though engagement was pretty much a silent indicator of 'yeah we're sleeping together', there was no way Sio ever wanted to broach that subject.
"Um, Adam…?" The silver-haired man tilted his head in her direction as he shut off the console. "D-Does…does your mom…er, did you…have you, told her about…us? L-Like, y-you know…um, that…" She coughed awkwardly and a few seconds later his face started glowing as well.
"…Oh. Uh. Um. No, I…haven't. I-I mean, what, did you expect me to tell everyone we're shaggin'…? 'Cause I don't know about you, but uh, my…love life…is pretty private, even if it is my mum."
Sio shook her head frantically. "N-No! I-I mean, I don't want you to—no no, I don't mean it like that, I mean you should feel free to tell your mom whatever you want it's just—I mean, uh, how are we…sleeping tonight?"
As if on cue, there was a light knock again, this time his mom entering with an armful of blankets and a sleeping bag. "I suspect you two are probably all knackered out by now, what with the time difference and all. Adam, I've pulled out your sleeping bag from the closet, that and the quilt should be quite comfortable for you on the rug. And Sio, here's an extra blanket in case you feel a chill at night—I'm afraid summers here aren't as warm as Tokyo, it can get surprisingly cold."
"Oh, th-thank you, Mrs, Muirhead…I really appreciate it," Sio suddenly felt shy; it was strange to be taken care of like a child again, when she'd spent the last few years learning to be independent while strategizing and fighting in a war and even managing a relationship. It was like being young and home again, with her parents to dote on her and not having a care in the world.
"Not at all, dear," said Mrs. Muirhead as she laid out the bedding for Adam on the floor. "You're our guest, and family, now. I want you to feel as such."
The sniper only mumbled a 'thank you' while looking at the floor, too self-conscious about her soon-to-be new role. 'That's right…and Mrs. Muirhead will be my mother-in-law, after we're married…and my parents will be Adam's in-laws…' Strange how thinking on it so intently could make her feel so detached, all of a sudden. Shuddering, she hugged herself tightly trying to get rid of this odd feeling, before burrowing herself in Adam's arms as she always did when she felt unsettled.
"Oy, somethin' wrong, love?" Adam gazed at her with concern as he patted her head. "Don't want my mum to catch on? I can move downstairs if you'd like."
"No! No, don't go…that's the last thing I want," her voice was muffled against his chest. "It's just…sometimes I get this, weird feeling, I can't explain it. It's like all of a sudden I can't feel anything…I don't know why it happens, but it's…weird. And I don't like it."
"…I see." Adam didn't say anything more, instead holding her tighter and rocking her slightly, patting her on the back until the girl's grip eased up. "Better now?"
Sio nodded. "Yeah…thanks, Adam. I…I always feel safe when you hold me…"
A rush of warm affection filled his chest, not the first time but Adam was a bit surprised at the intensity of it. You'd think after being together all this time and hearing Sio comment so often on how much she loved being held the effect would diminish, but it seemed this was not the case. "…Of course. Sio, I…I love you." He gave her a small kiss on the cheek, before pulling her into an embrace. "You know, it makes me happy to hold you, too."
"Unn…" Sighing, Sio nuzzled his chest slightly, before finally settling underneath the covers on Adam's bed. Well, at least his mother made it clear without words that she was all right with them sleeping in the same room, if not the same bed.
"I'm going to get some water, but you should sleep first if you're tired squirt."
"Hnn…oyasumi…"
Smiling to himself, Adam quietly went downstairs. There were times where he felt he had to do more for her, and still it frustrated him that he couldn't protect her from these spontaneous bouts of melancholy—but then again, he still struggled against fits of depression himself, so perhaps he wasn't one to judge.
"Adam? Still up?" His mother stared over the top of her spectacles as she finished the evening paper. "Is Sio settling in all right?"
"Yeh, don't worry she's pretty much out; poor thing must be right knackered after traveling so far." He filled a glass from the kitchen and was just about to go back upstairs…
"…By the way, it should go without saying, but I am placing my trust in you, Adam Muirhead, as a grown man with the same level of responsibility." Adam froze on the steps, not sure if he should turn around or even say anything, or if what he was thinking was what his mother was referring to at all—
"—No funny business. Is that clear?"
Adam swallowed nervously.
"…Yes mum."
"Ah…I guess it did rain after all."
Sio stared out the window next morning with bleary eyes, taking in a grey landscape as raindrops pattered against the glass. "Man, it's really coming down too…"
"Well, better get used to it, squirt; welcome to summer in London." Adam yawned and stretched lazily, still lying on the floor. "Though, it's pretty unusual for it to come down this hard…normally there's just enough rain t' be a bother but not enough for an umbrella. Everyone just deals with it, honestly."
Sio took a deep breath in, enjoying the fresh scent of rain. "Still, it's kinda neat, I guess…also makes it a lot cooler."
After washing up the duo trekked down the steps, only to find a neat platter of eggs, bacon, sausage and more, along with a handwritten note. As Sio marveled at the full English 'fry-up' additions of tomatoes and baked beans, Adam scanned through the note while shoveling a piece of blood pudding into his mouth.
"Huhn, mum's out shopping. Says she wanted t' get somethin' special for dinner," he commented while lazily spooning the beans onto his toast, before topping that with another rasher of bacon. "Seriously mum, there's no need t' go all out…"
"Oh man, I'm so full," a sigh from the sniper as she sipped her cup of strong, hot, milky tea. "I can't believe you guys eat this everyday…" She'd done a decent amount of damage, but trying to finish the tomatoes and mushrooms and beans was a bit much, and that wasn't even counting this 'blood pudding'—or as she later learned from Adam, sausage made with pork blood.
"Heh, not everyday, squirt. A full fry-up's pretty time consuming to make. But yeh, it's nice t' indulge once in a while."
They stared at the rain in a content silence, both sipping their black tea softened with plenty of milk and sugar. Although the rain certainly dampened their plans to explore the Royal Observatory and see the meridian line, Sio didn't mind just staying indoors, cozied up with a warm cup of tea and her fiancé. There was something quaint about simply watching the rain in a quiet, English cottage.
Soon enough though, the two found themselves sitting in Adam's bedroom again, this time with Sio perched on his chair in eager attention as Adam played a few pieces on his guitar. Even though it wasn't anything beyond some acoustic parts, Sio still enjoyed hearing his smooth voice and the warm melodies from the guitar.
"You know, you really are a good singer, Adam," Sio smiled as he put the guitar away. "I know you said you're not interested in doing it professionally, so I'm glad I can hear it whenever I want."
Adam couldn't help but blush from her praise. "Anytime, love. It is a good hobby to have, even after all this time."
Sio was now casually flipping through old picture albums and yearbooks, Adam finally having relented after she wheedled and begged him to show her what he looked like as a teenager. "Aww, you were shooo cute," she gushed as the page fell upon his class photo during primary school graduation, "I just wanna pinch those widdle cheeks…" Still, she could tell from the photos that Adam had been quiet and rather serious, even as a child. While not outright scowling (as he so often did when they first met), it was rare to see him genuinely smile, although a later photo did show a boy with shaggy white hair sporting a small grin, though the occasion, Sio couldn't tell.
Somehow though, as they were going through dusty picture albums with light banter about his old school life ('I can't believe you didn't have a girlfriend'), Sio found herself snuggling closer to Adam, enjoying his warmth and the feel of his well-muscled arm against her. And then somehow the photos were forgotten as she leaned against his neck, strands of his hair tickling her cheek and as she giggled he turned and breathed against her hair.
"…Can I kiss you?"
Sio felt a rush of warmth flood her cheeks; Adam wasn't the most romantic or best with sweet-talking, but when he turned up the charm it always made her flush from head-to-toe in the most vibrant of ways.
"…Yes."
The photos were soon tossed to the side as the two rolled around on his bed, making out with the sort of fever passion that teenagers had when they were engaging in illicit behaviors while the parents were away. Sio wanted to take off her clothes, but it was hard to think about doing anything else while Adam's lips were hungrily consuming hers, and especially when a hard lump pressed against her groin, making her insides throb with anticipation.
"M-Mm….A-Adam, w-wait," Sio panted breathlessly as he lifted up her shirt, planting kisses all between the valley of her pert breasts now. "I-I thought, y-you said your, mom…d-didn't, want us…ah!" She arched her back as he pinched her stiff nipple.
"Yeh, but only if she finds out," a husky whisper as he slipped a hand underneath her shorts, only to find her knickers soaking wet as he began teasing her nub through the cloth, Sio whining from the stimulation. "C'mon, she won't be back for another few hours, I guarantee it—when she goes marketing like this, she goes all out."
"A-Ah, b-but…I, your…sheets," the sniper moaned helplessly as Adam started to finger her just the way she liked—rubbing her clit with short, hard strokes while one finger dipped through the side of her panties into her hot slit, stirring her juices up until Sio felt like she was going to go crazy. "I-I…y, you know I tend to…make a mess…"
"Eh, who cares. 'Sides, I'll just toss 'em in the wash after. Relax love, it'll be fine," he murmured, fingers now pumping in and out of her soaked pussy at a steady pace while Sio moaned and writhed. "Gods, you're so hot…I want you so bad, Sio, right now…" He rubbed himself against her thigh and she gasped. "I want to just…shove myself into your tight, wet, hole…and never stop moving…"
"Nng…th-then, do it, already…what are you waiting for…if you're so, desperate…" They hadn't even removed all their clothes but Sio didn't care anymore; she wanted him inside her right now, and especially with the time limit the sooner the better. "Please…put in inside me Adam, right now…I want, to feel you…inside."
Growling, Adam hastily undid his trousers with some difficulty, before shucking off just enough to thrust in with a satisfying moan. "Oh! Fuck, you feel amazing, love…" Gasping, he immediately set a strong pace, Sio squeaking with each thrust as she held onto his shoulders.
"Oh! Oh! Ah...Adam…!" Breathing hard, she tried to thrust her hips to meet his, but it was difficult to match his pace when he was also desperately kissing her all over. "Nngg…it's so hot, my body feels…so hot!" That boiling heat, building up deep in her belly and between her legs…arching her back, Sio could feel that tell-tale tension as her orgasm started building to the peak.
"A-Adam! I-I'm…I…!"
"Shh, hang on love, just…hang on for a minute, yeh?" Grunting, Adam forced himself to slow it down a little, even though he wanted nothing more than to thrust with reckless abandon and gorge himself on pleasure, until both of them were completely spent. The hot, slick tightness of her inner walls as they pulled and squeezed with each thrust…truly there was nothing better than making love like this, spontaneous and desperate without a care in the word. Sweat clung to his forehead as he breathed harshly, determined to come at the same time as her. She was going to come soon though, he could tell—and he was getting there too, sooner or later…
"Hnn…nnngg! A-Adam, I, c-can't…hold back much longer…" Another tremor laced her body but Sio managed herself to hold back, letting out a sigh as the tension lessened—but just barely. That teetering, sparking pinpoint of pleasure that would tip at any moment…there was simply nothing else quite like it. It made her quiver and writhe, hold her breath and pant, clinging to that desperate edge…she squealed when Adam nipped her delicate pink breasts while running a thumb over her slick little pearl, her most sensitive spot. "Aaahh! A-Adam…it feels, s-so good…when you, finger my clit like that…! I-If you, keep doing that…I-I'm gonna, c, cum…!"
"Just do it; 'm gonna come soon, myself…" he grunted, as Sio cried and fisted the sheets. Seeing his beloved sniper caged beneath his arms, both of them staining the bed where he spent his childhood…the juxtaposition of childish innocence and adult passion made for a strange atmosphere, but Adam didn't have time to dwell on it as his orgasm hit, a strong wave of pleasure arching up through his belly and then up his spine; his release flooding deeply inside Sio as she gasped for breath, back perfectly arched. Heaving for air, he made sure to at least move off to the side so he wouldn't crush her as he collapsed into the pillows.
"Hah, hah…I came too soon…" Sio mumbled in exhaustion, wishing to have at least held out for a little longer. "I always wish it would last longer…" Though she knew it was nearly impossible, still she would like to try holding onto that blinding pleasure, when she tipped just over the edge for as long as she could.
"Heh, I think we'd be in trouble if that was the case," Adam responded drily, propping himself up on one elbow as he stroked her face. "But hey, that means there's always round two…or three or…however many you want…"
"Adam! You perv," she smacked his arm playfully as he returned it in kind. "Hmm, I want to, but your mom's bound to be back pretty soon, right? And also, you need time to wash the sheets…"
"…I hate it when you're right." With a sigh, Adam heaved himself up and began to strip the sheets, now damp with sweat, saliva and…other fluids. As Sio put on fresh linens, Adam dumped the soiled sheets into the washer and set it for the fastest cycle.
Coming back, he expected Sio to be fully dressed, but instead the girl only had on one of his old t-shirts, not even knickers as she appeared to have fallen asleep, curled on his bed. For some reason, Adam found himself smiling, shaking his head very slightly as he too, decided that a kip wasn't a bad idea to while away the time.
Something was clattering in the kitchen as he woke with a start, for a moment confused by how dark everything was until he noticed the time—
Shit.
They'd definitely overslept by a long-shot, the short nap somehow lasting all the way until his mum came home and, from the sounds of it, was already prepping dinner.
Well, whatever, he could just say they were tired from jet lag and not because of any little misbehavior—
—the sheets.
"Fuck!" Adam swore under his breath as he hurriedly tried to make himself look somewhat presentable, as the sniper next to him finally stirred from all the commotion.
"Mmmnn…Adam…? What time is it…"
"Oh shit, I totally forgot about the sheets in the washer—bloody hell—!"
"—Huh?"
And amongst the sniper's confusion he darted down the steps, only slowing down at the very last second to make it at least appear like he'd just woken up, all the while praying his mother didn't check the laundry when she returned.
"Ah, Adam. You're awake, I see. Still getting over your jet lag?" His mother called out in a cheerful voice from the kitchen.
"Ah, yeh…sorry 'bout that, we…didn't see much of you today." Making like he was getting some water, he casually circumvented the fridge as he surreptitiously tried to peek inside the washer—
"—I already hung out your sheets for you. Next time, don't just leave them in there, otherwise they'll get musty and wrinkled."
Adam's heart caught in his throat and for once, he genuinely didn't know how to respond or what to even make of his mum's answer.
"Is Sio awake? When I came back I saw the two of you were still asleep, so I didn't want to disturb you."
Shit, shitshitshit this was bad. There was no way his mother could mistake their relations now, not when she'd already subtly hinted at them last night. In a panic he tried to remember if he'd covered up Sio's bare bottom or not, but at this point did it even matter? She'd come home, found both of them asleep, together, on his bed, with his sheets in the washer. Even if they were both semi-clothed, if that wasn't a blatant 'we shagged while you were gone' Adam didn't know what was.
"Ah, she, uh, she…just woke up I think." His throat was dry and his heart was pounding, but there was nothing more he could do except pretend everything was normal. Well, as normal as it could get…
"Oh good, do you mind letting her know dinner's about to be ready in a bit? That way if she wants to freshen up she has some time."
Now was his chance! Mumbling a 'yeh', Adam beat a hasty retreat back up—
"—Oh and Adam? After dinner, let's have a chat, just you and I." His mother was smiling merrily at him, which was never a good sign.
Fuck, fuuck, fuuuuuuuuuck—
Mustering every bit of training and wit as Jack the Ripper, Adam swallowed nervously, nodded a 'sure', and resigned himself to the inevitable 'sex talk' that would no doubt follow dinner. 'Fuck me…'
"Eh? What's wrong, Adam?" Sio blinked those sleepy maroons at him, already changing into her usual outfit.
Letting out a defeated sigh, Adam sank into his chair. "Haaaah…I fucked up; the cat's pretty much out of the bag, now…" The sniper blinked in confusion as Adam buried his head in his hands. "I fucking forgot to take the sheets out, so of course my mum noticed them when she came back and she saw us asleep, together—"
As Adam groaned about what a pain the arse this would make things, Sio could only muttered a very small 'oh', while turning a faint red. 'Whoops…I guess I should've been more careful as well…'
"W-Well, I-I mean, I guess it's probably…obvious at this point, right? I-I mean, you weren't expecting her to think we were, virgins until our wedding night or something…" Sio blushed nervously, the thought of actually getting married and their wedding night making her more self-conscious than admitting to her mother-in-law that yes, they were sexually active. "Sorry…if you want, I can go with you…"
"Nah, it's all right, squirt. It'll just make things more awkward. 'S fine, I kinda anticipated this sooner or later anyway so…might as well get it over with." Sighing, he got up from the chair as Sio finished making herself decent. "Anyway, we can worry about that after dinner. Speaking of which, I hope you're hungry, because I'm fairly certain I saw mum taking out beef Wellington from the oven…"
That certainly got the sniper's attention. "Beef Wellington? I'm there!"
And despite the awkwardness the two went down the steps hand-in-hand, together.
Always.
