I was always here.

adam hadn’t taken a role in quite some time, and he definitely hadn’t done plays/musicals for even longer than that; after making his movie with jessa and hooking up with hannah, he felt like his life was going on a downward spiral after he believed it was actually getting better

he had given himself time, stayed with jessa for a bit more but knew he had to leave her behind with everything else if he wanted to better himself; his relationship with her was taking a mental tole as well with the emotional roller coaster it was

it had been a few years since he had taken a role for a play/musical and an old acquaintance he met from a past play he had done had ran into him one day, letting him know that there was upcoming auditions for the Addams Family musical

adam really didn’t take it seriously, just nodded along and said he’d try to audition… but, he didn’t think he would do it… yet, there he was, taking the role of the one and only gomez addams

he found it funny, taking the role of a man who was supposed to be shorter than his wife when he knew that wasn’t going to happen, but the casting director pushed that to aside and said he was perfect for the role, they saw the potential in him and they knew he had that right about of passion

when it came to the very first rehearsal, he didn’t expect himself to fall for his on stage wife (aka you), he thought he’d get a friend out of you… or at least an acquaintance, but the more the two of you rehearsed, the more it was obvious that there was pure chemistry there (that everyone saw)

adam wanted to take it easy, he spent breaks with you, had lunch and dinner together, even exchanged numbers and spoke on the phone when it wasn’t time on rehearsal; each and every time he saw you, he couldn’t help but smile and get excited, his heart never felt so strong for someone (sure, he loved hannah, but he really loved you and he wasn’t even with you yet)

it turned out you had been feeling the same, admiring adam’s passion and the way he acted; he was interesting and very unique and you couldn’t help but fall in a daze each and every time he spoke

when it came to opening night, it went even better than expected, everyone applauded you and your director praised the two of you… and when it came to being behind the curtains (after everyone congratulated one another) adam couldn’t help but kiss you

and kissing wasn’t the only thing either of you had in mind

you had to be extra careful, seeing as you both were still in your morticia and gomez addams costumes

“Don’t you ever fucking raise a hand at a woman, you fucking prick!” Adam shouted as your breath hitched. “I fucking quit !”

Turning to look at you, almost as if studying your face to make sure you weren’t hurt, Adam grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, right out of the theater. “Adam, I’m fine.”

“He almost fucking touched you. He almost smacked you, Y/N!” He snapped.

“I know, but he didn’t, you stopped him.” You calmly spoke, tugging him back so he’d stop. “Adam. Adam, look at me.” You said, reaching your free hand up to cup his cheek. “He didn’t hit me. You hit him in time, okay? Nothing happened. You prevented it from happening.”

“He was going to hit you, Y/N. Has that happened? Has he done that before?!” He nearly panicked but you quickly shook your head.

“No… This was a first, I promise you, Adam. He was jealous and he took it out through anger.” You reasoned as Adam took in deep breaths. “It’s okay now. We left, he’s not here. He won’t do anything. Adam… he’s nothing compared to you.”

Feeling his chest heave, Adam’s eyes snapped to your own as you looked up at him, eyes soft and looking deeply into his. Holding your wrist as his other hand held the back of your neck, Adam bent forward and crashed his lips against your own as your heart fluttered.

But, you pushed him back. “Wait—“

“No, I’ve waited too fucking long for this!” He whined, just about to lean in again, but you pressed your fingers against his lips.

“Please…” You said, looking him in the eyes. “I haven’t left Tony. We haven't broken up…”

“It’s pretty fucking obvious that—“ Seeing the look in your eyes, Adam hissed and ran his hand through his hair. “Fine, then, let’s end this.” Grabbing your hand and walking back to the back entrance of the theater, where the two of you had left moments before, Adam barged right in and searched for Tony. At the end of a hallway, yelling at people, was his target. “And guess what, prick!” Adam called out as Tony turned. “You’re fucking single and she’s mine! I wanted to marry her first, anyway!”

Standing there, flustered and blinking, you looked at Tony whose eyes widened and face reddened. But before he could strain his voice more, Adam flipped him off, pulled you into a kiss and then into his arms before stomping right off, out of the theater.

“Still dramatic as ever…” You breathed as Adam walked on, sitting in his arms while admiring the face of someone you had loved for so very long. “I still love you.”

Stopping in his tracks, Adam looked down at you as you smiled. Lifting you higher as he pressed his lips against your own, you lifted your hand to hold the back of his head as you kissed him back, equally as forceful. “I love you, I love you, I fucking love you.” He muttered against your lips as you laughed into the kiss.

“Take me home.” You softly spoke, running your fingers through his hair.

“Mine or yours?” He asked as you grinned.

“What’s mine is yours. Cause you’re moving into mine.” You winked, making Adam pull you closer to him, embracing you tightly as he kissed your forehead.

“The honor is all mine.” He teased, quickening up his speed as you told him how to get to your apartment, wanting nothing more than to get out of your damp clothes and to be under the sheets, warm, against Adam.

Handing your keys to him as he opened up your apartment, kicking it closed behind him and locking it, he brought you to your bedroom and sat you down. He started undressing you, reaching for your shoes and removing them before unzipping your dress, sliding it off of you as you lifted your hips to help him. Shivering in just your underwear and bra, Adam stripped out of his clothes, down to his underwear, leaning in to kiss you.

Yawning, covering your mouth with a small laugh, Adam grabbed your hand and moved it to his lips, kissing your knuckles before making his way along your arm and shoulder, towards and up your neck. You couldn’t help but chuckle as he did so, feeling him kiss along your jaw before stopping before your lips, pressing his forehead against your own.

Sitting like that for a moment, looking into eachothers eyes, you shut your own and took in a deep breath, reaching for the back of his head and running your fingers through his hair before tilting your head. Kissing him longingly, your hands slid down from his shoulders and arms, to his own hands as you pulled him deeper into the bed with you, lips never separating. Instead, you wrapped your arms around his neck as he held your hips, pulling you closer to him.

Kissing the edge of your lips, down to your chin and along your jaw, Adam slowly left a trail of red blotches against the skin of your neck. Your breathing grew staggered as your heart rate picked up in speed, Adam’s lips flush against your skin, teeth nibbling at the flesh before his tongue soothed it.

No words needed to be shared, just body to body, as he lowered his hands, caressing your thighs with his palms. Trailing up your sides and along your stomach, Adam’s hand slid into your panties, rubbing slow circles against your clit as you moaned. Your eyes fluttered to a close as he picked up his speed, moving his index and middle down to your entrance as your heart sank the moment they slid into you.

With heavy breathing in the air, gentle moans lingering in the atmosphere, Adam worked you open as his lips never left your neck. Your hips began to jerk against his fingers eagerly as your lips parted, his name leaving them slowly as your hands fell to his shoulders. Moving his thumb to work simultaneously with his index and middle, rubbing your nub, your chest caved in as you knees begged to squeeze together—but Adam’s own prevented you from doing so.

The moment you came, Adam was quick to remove the last bit of clothing left, sucking his fingers clean before wrapping one your legs around his waist. Aligning himself with you and slowly pressing his hips into you, your breath hitched at the stretch as you bit your tongue. It had been far too long, eight years felt like hell.

Connecting his lips with your own, sharing open mouthed kisses as he grunted and you moaned with every buck of his hips, Adam kept himself propped up on his forearms as your hands held the back of his head to keep him in the kiss.

Lifting your hips to meet his own, working rhythmically rather than aggressively and staggered like he always did all those times long before, the two of you came. Pulling out as his seed leaked, you groaned at the feeling against your thigh. “Don’t worry, we’ll take a shower.” He muttered to you before kissing your cheek, lifting you in his arms and bringing you to your shower.

“I don’t think I can leave this…” You mumbled against Adam’s chest as you nestled against him, buried underneath his arm as your thick quilt covered up to your nose. With the late shower and the lack of drying your hair, you were cold, but Adam’s natural warmth helped.

“Well, your not. We have eight years to make up and this is just one day.” He sniggered as you smiled.

“We have our whole lives to make up for it, babe.” You said. “I’m not dating anyone else.”

“You better fucking not!”

Grinning, you kissed his peck before nuzzling your nose into his neck. “Marry me.” You mumbled.

Laying there, eyes lingering on the ceiling above him, Adam furrowed his eyebrows. “What?”

“Marry me. Let’s get married. Elope. I don’t care…” You chuckled, eyes closed as you breathed him in.

“No, wait, no. I’m supposed to be the one who asks! I’m the one who set the pact!” Adam exclaimed but you shook your head before lifting it.

“Marry me, Adam. Just say yes. You can buy me the ring another day. Just… be my fiancé. Be my future husband. Love me forever.” You smiled, kissing his nose.

“Fine.” He sighed. “Fine! Then when I get the ring, I’ll propose.”

“Whatever makes you happy, honey.” You spoke, sleep lingering in your voice. “Surprise me, though.” You yawned.

“I will, baby.” He smiled, kissing your forehead. “Good night.”

“I love you.” You muttered.