I guess I ship them equally, but in different ways?
Dealeigh gives me a lot of those tormented ship feelings, like every Fall Out Boy and Anna Nalick song reminds me of them and makes me want to cry.
And then Adleigh is still angsty but less so, but they’re so much better for each other. They’re the ones that make me want to cast their kids and pick out their house.
(Their first kid is named Noa and is played by Chloe Norgaard, and their house is by a river and has an open floor plan, btw.)
Chuck assigns Adam the task of showing the new girl around. Or, one of them. Grace is assigned the younger one, since they’re in the same year. Adam, naturally, gets the Senior. Adam doesn’t even respond to Chuck when he tells them this, just glares at Grace.
“This is your fault,” he tells her. “You wanted to be early.”
She shrugs, smiling. “It can’t be that bad,” she says. “Maybe they’re nice.”
---
He’s pretty sure Raleigh isn’t listening when he points out different classrooms, which is irritating. Like. It doesn’t matter how hot she is, can she not waste his time?
“Am I boring you?”
“Kinda. But that’s not really your fault.”
“Well, thanks for acknowledging that.”
“Anytime.” She looks at him, finally, and she’s got this cheshire cat grin that says she knows exactly how exasperating he finds her. He wants to be even more exasperated, but he finds himself softening a little.
“Yeah. Well, in that case, I’m gonna get to cla-that’s a closet.”
“Huh. Cool.”
“What are you looking for?”
“Somewhere to hide so I can skip. But no worries. I found it.” She turns to him and grins again.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Okay, whatever,” he says, and starts to go.
“You wanna join me?”
He pauses, turns around, and raises a brow. “Are you coming onto me?”
“Absolutely.” She doesn’t lie, doesn’t deny it, doesn’t even hesitate. Just smirks at him. He likes that.
He sighs, like it’s a hard decision, and follows her inside.
---
Raleigh doesn’t hesitate. Her lips are on his before the door closes, and even as he reaches out for the handle, he can’t bring himself to pull away. He locks the door at the same time she throws him against it, and he wonders vaguely how he got here. It’s not like it’s the first time he’s made out with someone in a closet, but it’s the first time it’s happened so fast-he met her what, ten, fifteen minutes ago?
Raleigh doesn’t start off slow; she’s immediately pressed up against him, biting his lip, and he feels this bizarre and foreign need to compete with her. He tangles his hand through her hair and tugs on it, pulling her head back. He kisses and nips down her jaw and neck, enjoying every sound that comes out of her mouth. She untucks his shirt and slips her hands underneath, and just as his lips reach the base of her throat, he feels her hand lower than he’d expected.
He pulls away. “I can’t go to class with a hard-on, Radcliffe.”
She pulls her hand away immediately. “Then don’t go to class.”
He just shakes his head. “I don’t start things I can’t finish,” he smirks.
“Who said anything about not finishing?”
He kind of wants to ask her if she’s serious, but he knows by the look in her eye that she is-this unique kind of lust, like she finds the taboo of fucking in maintenance closets as attractive as she finds him. He knows, somehow that if he walks away, she’s gonna find someone else to break the rules with.
If she gets caught, it’ll ruin her life and the life of whoever she’s with.
He wants to be the one whose life gets ruined with her.
He doesn’t want a lot of things. He doesn’t let himself want a lot of things, but fuck if he doesn’t want her, here and now.
He kisses her again, harder than before.
---
Again, she doesn’t waste any time. She moves her hand right back to his dick, working him through his jeans, and he unsuccessfully tries to stifle a groan. Part of his mind is still outside, where anyone could be walking by and possibly hearing them. Admittedly, most of his mind is pressing into her touch and unbuttoning her blouse, but still.
Raleigh slips her shirt off her shoulders as soon as it’s unbuttoned and doesn’t bother doing the same to his, just tugs on the end of it until he pulls it up and off over his head. He slips one hand up under her skirt, playing with the fabric of her underwear; the other undoes her bra with ease, and as she pulls it off she removes her lips from his just along to murmur “Impressive.”
He breaks the kiss almost before she can restart it. “I know.”
He runs his free hand down her body, under her skirt, and grips her thighs tightly before pulling them up around his waist. She groans, grinding against him as he turns them around, leaning her against the door.
“Adam,” she gasps, and suddenly he doesn’t feel like he’s lost in a hurricane; he feels like he’s at the center of it.
He cranes his neck, kissing down her chest as she digs her nails into his shoulder and scalp. He’s going to have a tweaked neck later, but the sound she makes when he takes her nipple into his mouth is worth it. He sucks, hard and then gently, fast and then slow, and he can feel her shaking, kicking her shoes off behind his back, grinding into him faster and harder than before. He pulls away, letting her squirm for a moment before kissing across to her other breast and starting again there. His hand brushes her inner thigh, higher and higher, before pushing her panties aside and touching her sweet spot, rubbing it in circles. She melts.
“Adam,” she says again, a little louder this time, and he presses his lips to hers again to keep her quiet. He slips a finger into her, then two, and she moans into his mouth as he pumps them in and out. He curls them, and she pulls away just long enough to say “Again-right there,” before burying her face in his neck.
He only has to work her another minute before she comes; she doesn’t scream, just makes this muffled whimpering sound as she bites down on his shoulder hard enough to leave a mark for days.
He pulls his fingers out of her then, and she looks up at him. Before he can ask if she needs to regroup, she answers.
“I’m fine,” she hisses. “Just fuck me.” She runs her hands down his chest to his belt and undoes it quickly, tugging his pants and his boxers down in one move, which is good, because he’s so hard he feels like he’s going to tear through his clothes if they stay on a second longer. He catches his slacks before they’re out of reach and pulls out his wallet, making an effort to keep his hands steady. Raleigh’s lips behind his ear and her hand on his length aren’t helping.
Finally he gets the condom on and, one hand holding her panties out of the way, he pushes into her with a groan.
Raleigh gasps, her head falling back, and he thrusts into her hard, finding a rhythm quickly. She grabs at his ass, pulling him closer. “Deeper,” she demands, and he complies. He returns his lips to her right breast and his hand to her clit, trying to push her into sensory overload, because the sooner she cums the sooner he can and he’s not sure how much longer he can wait.
Finally, he feels her tighten around him. She grabs a fistful of his hair and tugs him upright so she can bite him again, muffling her sounds. And he tries to wait until she’s finished, but he just can’t.
He bites his lip so hard it bleeds to keep from screaming out.
Finally, he feels her pull away to look at him. He pulls out of her slowly, and she untangles herself from him, her feet hitting the ground.
He runs a hand through his hair and looks at her. She seems surprised by him somehow, like she was expecting less from him. Maybe she was. If so, she doesn’t say it.
Just before he leaves, he tries to smooth out his hair, make it look like he hasn’t had someone tearing at it for what feels like all morning.
“How do I look?”
“Like a dude who just got laid.”
He shoots her an unamused look and doesn’t say anything as he lets the door slam shut behind him.
---
Adam can’t stop thinking about her on the way to class. Not the sex (okay, not just the sex) but the way his name sounded whispered into his skin, the way her hair felt falling over his shoulder and brushing his back, and those beautiful, terrifying storm-gray eyes.
---
First period is study hall, which for Adam means meeting up with the other legacies in Chuck’s classroom for an extra class of bullshit he’s never gonna use. He shows up a half hour late, still trying to smooth out his hair. “Sorry I’m-”
“Whatever,” Chuck says, and goes back to writing some kind of arithmantic equation on the board. Adam shrugs and slides into the seat next to Grace.
“Where the Hell’ve you been?” she asks.
He shrugs and doesn’t answer directly. “You were right,” he says. “She was nice.”
