Plot/CW: Reader and Adam moved far away, deep into the woods and lead a normal life, though, what happens when Adam becomes curious about not only his own body, but also his lover's? CW nudity, slightly sexual, but like, subtle
Summer has passed and said goodbye, greeting autumn and letting nature turn the World into an orange and gold filled masterpiece. Trees slowly losing its leaves, animals preparing for the soon to come cold, clouds making everything look gloomy, yet cozy. Wherever you go, leaves rustle under your feet in a melodic symphony, a twig hidden underneath cracking ever so gently. The air smells of rain and something sweet, or maybe its just your imagination. You walk around the woods, looking for things to harvest, so you can fill your and adam's bellies with delicious food. Adam is not far away from you, carefully watching the surroundings while picking up a mushroom or two. Every once in a while, he will show you what he found and you would shake your head at him when he picked up a poisonous mushroom. In a gentle tone you explain to him the differences between edible and dangerous mushrooms and you could see the gears practically turning in his head, memorising every word you say. Your apron slowly gets filled with hazelnuts, chestnuts and some mushrooms that Adam has found and you begin to regret to not bring a basket with. Usually its hard to find things to harvest in these parts of the woods, except for some mushrooms, but it seems like nature is showing you some mercy, willing to secure you a warm meal that you will prepare once you get home. Since its autumn, the sun goes down pretty early, so the two of you head home before it gets too dark. These parts of the woods are usually calm and safe, but you never know what or who might hide in the bushes. While the sun is still barely shining, its getting hard to properly see the path in front of you and Adam keeps a close eye on you, so that you wont trip (-like the other day where you fell and got a face full of mud and Adam just blankly stared at you while you where spitting out mud, but lets not talk about that. At least he helped you clean up-)
The closer you got to your cottage, the more you could feel the chill of the cold air creep up your legs and arms, and you want nothing more than to cuddle up next to the fireplace in Adam's arms. That thought somehow motivated you, as you almost ran towards your dry and warm home, which was waiting for you in a small clearing surrounded by a small garden. Though your green thumb doesnt seem to be very succesful, since it barely grows anything which kind of frustrates you. You remember spending your childhood at your grandma's house and she would grow all kinds of things, meanwhile, your little garden seems more like a graveyard for plants. You sigh as you pass it by and open the door to your cottage. Its not big, but not small either: a small fireplace in the center, a table with two chairs, a small bookshelf, a Medium sized bed for you and Adam, though he preferes sleeping on the floor since he doesn't wanna acidentally push you out of the bed, and a small cabinet with dried herbs. You immediatly go to start a fire, while Adam puts your harvest which is bundled up in your apron on the table. You taught him some basic cooking skills, but he prefers waiting for you to join him, because small tasks like preparing food or chores in general make him feel more at home when he's doing them with someone else. He doesnt wanna be alone and maybe, just maybe, he likes the way you compliment his efforts. Like how you smile so brightly and pet his head when he helped you cut the strawberries in summer for some jam, or how he picks you up when you dust the shelves and can't quite reach a certain spot because its too high up. He loves this slow and simple life with you. Even if its just waking up, sitting at the table and drinking tea. Those small, seemingly mundane things make everything worthwhile to him.
After finishing dinner, you go outside to fetch some water. Of course you bring a lantern with you, since its almost dark outside and Adam immediatly jumps up, wishing you acompany you. You tell him its fine and that he should stay by the fire- you will be back soon. Outside, the cool wind was rustling through the trees, an owl somewhere in the distance hooting at you, probably watching you from a tree somewhere in the woods. Carefully, you approach the small stream that is close by the house, the water feeling ice cold, almost like it could freeze your skin and turn you to ice. Quickly, you fill your bucket with water, so you can go back and wash the dishes. You hate staying outside so late, especially when its dark outside. As you walk back, you hold the lantern close to you, the small flame inside giving you a bit of warmth, but not enough to keep you from shivering. Finally, you reach your home again and quickly go inside, as if staying outside any second longer would turn you into an ice statue. Inside, Adam sits across the fire, a book in his hands. This was not uncommon, Adam loves to read and learn after all. You clean the dishes and out them in the small cupboard. You dont hear a single sound from Adam, not even breathing. Whatever he's reading, it got his full attention.
"What is the divergence between a man and a...woman?'' He suddenly asks seemingly out of nowhere. You close the cupboard and turn to him. "What?" You ask in a confused tone. This isnt unusual, he always asks question when he's reading something or learns new things, but something about this question caught you off guard. He gives you a look, curious and confused as he simply repeats the question, thinking you maybe didnt hear him. But you did, but out of confusion you didnt know how to respond to his question. "What do you mean?" You ask, hoping he would be more specific on what he means. Adam simply holds up his book: its a collection of poems and lyric. You never really read that book, but you got it a long time ago because the bookcover looked nice and you always were interested in poetry. "They say, women have luscious curves, soft skin and... full breasts. What do they imply with that?" Oh. You pressed your lips together, feeling embarassed suddenly for no real reason. Maybe its because Adam was reading poems about men writing about their desire towards women or maybe its because his question seemed so innocent, yet the subject was nothing near innocent. You clear your throat and sit down next to him in front of the fire. "Well," you start, "Both are pretty similar, but I feel you are more curious about the physical aspect" you lightly tap your finger on the book "-since most of these poems describe the female body in detail. Is that what you're curious about?" Adam is quiet for a moment, his eyes drifting to the back, to you and back to the book again. "How....how does it feel like? Do man not have.... luscious curves as well?" He looks down at himself and then at you. You giggle as you notice Adam's curiously looking at his body and then yours, as if somehow to compare them. "I think, in the context of these poems, these men talk about their own experience. They are embellishing their experience by making it sound more.... sensual, I suppose." Adam tilts his head "S...sensual?" Embarassment is filling your senses again. How do you explain such a word without making it sound awkward? There is nothing awkward about it, but somehow having to explain such a word makes you feel shy, especially when it comes to Adam. You look away for a short moment, playing with your fingers while trying to explain it as simply and innocently as possible. "I suppose... sensual can mean that something feels.... exciting? Arousing? I-I mean... it can involve pleasure or describe that something is physically pleasing, like, for example, touching a woman's 'luscious curves" You say, while pointing at the book, referring to Adam's earlier example. Adam is quiet again for a short moment "Pleasure..." He says, but more like he's in thought, his voice lowly rumbling in his chest. Something about the way he says that word, slow with a deep voice, makes your palms sweaty and your cheeks red. "Y-yes, pleasure can be thinks like, taking a bath in the river after a stressful day, eating your favorite food or... touching another person's body in a sensual way." Adam looks at the book again, his fingers tracing the page, though his eyes dont really seem to be focused on anything in general. "Pleasure..." He repeats again, making your body shudder involuntarily. He notices your shudder and moves closer, thinking that you might feel cold. Your eyes try to not look at him, your heart thundering in your chest as he closes the book and puts it aside, trying to warm you.
"Have you ever felt.... pleasure, of the sensual kind?" Adam asks, staring at the fire while holding you close, his arms holding you gently against his chest. You swallow, feeling a lump in your throat, making it hard to form words. You hesitate for a moment, your senses filled with his scent, his arms around you, the heat radiating from his body. Of course you have felt pleasure before. You are a woman with.... certain needs, even if you didnt indulge in them often, at least not when Adam is close by. That makes certain things rather difficult. "Yes I have" you reply quietly. Already sensing Adam's next question, you cut him off before he can even ask "It feels wonderful... Amazing even. Like all your senses are heightened while a pleasant heat spreads from your core all throughout your body. It's like getting consumed by a flame, but not in a painful way. Just... heat, all throughout your body." Adam hums in response, his fingers tracing along your back, his voice low as he asks "Have you touched a woman's luscious curves?'' You exhale through your nose as you laugh quietly. The topic seems so naughty, yet his questions make it less awkward for you. You lift your head and look at him. His big, dark, doe eyes look at you in a curious way, almost like a child- and you're his teacher. "No I haven't" Adam's eyes wander from your face to your body, not staring at you in an inapproppiate way, just, curious. He nods softly, almost to himself as he stops his hands from wandering, starting to pull his hands away. Instinctively, you grab his wrist before he can pull away fully. You press your lips into a thin line, before asking, "Would... would you like to know how it feels like? I mean, touching a woman's body?" You almost mentally slapped yourself for asking that. Your words were faster than your brain. Adam looks at you innocently, but eager as he nods his head.
You place his hands back on your body. "Touch me, feel me. It's alright" Carefully Adam lets his finger glide along your sides, looking at you as if asking if he's allowed. You just smile and nod, letting his hands explore your body. First he just carefully lets his fingers glide along your sides, your shoulders, your neck- his fingers almost trembling. He cups your face before tracing your nose and eyebrows. You close your eyes as he gently touches your eyelid and lashes, before moving to your cheekbones and then into your hair. "Soft....silky..." He mumbles, almost to himself, before again touching your shoulders. For a split second, he hesitates before moving his hands to the front, to your chest, though the fabric, buttons and ribbon prevent him from fully touching you. A bit frustrated he rubs his fingers ahainst the buttons as if they could disappear from his sheer willpower. You sense his annoyance with your clothes and gently move his hand away. He watches you, as you slowly unbutton the top of your dress for him, holding eyecontact. After you open the last button, Adam, almost impatiently moves the fabric aside, exposing your chest to him. Again, you feel shy, heat pooling to your cheeks and... other regions, but you try to stay calm. Even as Adam's big hands full envelop your breasts, you take a deep breath, trying to stay calm. Your nipples harden against his palm and for a moment, you thought you saw him shudder. He squeezes your breasts; first gently, then a bit rougher. A gasp involuntarily leaves your lips and Adam immediatly withdraws his hands. "I should stop" He says, almost out of breath, though his eyes stay fixed on your exposed chest. "It's fine, it wasn't a bad sound. I really liked it..." You grab his wrist, pulling his hand towards your chest again, but he stops you "I should stop nonetheless...I..." He stutters, his breath heavy. For a moment, you thought you made him uncomfortable. Maybe you took it too far? You look at him, ready to apologize, when your gaze lowers itself to Adam's crotch. Oh. Ohh. Thats what has him so out of breath. Adam looks away, at nothing in particular, just not at you. He looks almost as if he feels shameful for having a physical reaction to touching you.
You smile and cup his face "It's fine, its normal for a man to have such a reaction. Its nothing to be ashamed of. But we can stop for now, if it is too much for you right now" Adam nods and leans into your touch. Almost instinctively, he lowers his head and presses the side of your face against your chest, the skin to skin contact making him shudder again as he inhales your scent. Gently, you place a kiss on top of his head, gently stroking his hair, the flames still dancing inside the fireplace, warming both of you as you embrace each other. Outside, the cold autumn wind is howling, but inside this cottage, you feel safe in each others arms. Holding each other, you start to feel sleep nagging at your bones, as you close your eyes and fall asleep, with Adam's gently breathing against your chest.
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