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The lemon fic is finally here!!!

Word count: 6,127

Summary: Shiro and Adam have yet to get intimate several months after the war has ended. Finally, the night comes where they feel comfortable enough with one another to reunite like that, but it proves to be just as nerve-wracking and exciting as the first time. :)

Warnings: NSFW (obvi)

Google Doc link (in case this format is difficult to read): https://docs.google.com/document/d/1BzMDzkQmp30vUam090KKCk3ugs_EgIjv8RgZbYcKTHU/edit

A sigh escaped from Shiro’s lips as he felt the soft fluff of Adam’s hair nuzzle closer into his neck. He was reminded every day that this is what he had spent 5 years fighting for: the feeling of the love of his life by his side, not a care left in the world as they snuggled together on the couch. He almost let out a chuckle imagining how foolish he was to leave moments like these behind. And yet, at the same time, he knew this world would not be a reality if he stayed.

Introspective, he brushed a loose lock of Adam’s bangs away from his eyes, grinning softly in appreciation of the life he finally got to live. His boyfriend adjusted on the couch, sitting upwards and turning his attention away from the movie on TV.

“What is it?” Adam inquired, tilting his head ever so slightly. The lock of hair fell back onto the bridge of his nose, dancing against the scarred skin that now blanketed half of his still-lovely face. But the moment his eyes locked with Shiro’s, he knew the answer. Shiro sighed again, smiling softly through the exhale.

“Nothing,” he breathed, though Adam knew what Shiro meant. He felt the same constant appreciation for these days, these years they would now get to spend together after everything they had been through. Shiro pressed his forehead into Adam’s, his white locks falling across the glasses before him as the distance closed between their lips.

Adam is worried that his birthday surprise sucks

Rated T for implied sex

AO3 

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Crystal lights twirled around the bedpost like vines, creating a lukewarm hue over the white comforter. A few blankets, beige and forest green, were lazily thrown on top, and mounds and mounds of all the pillows Adam could find were neatly organized in front of the headboard. He had sprinkled some fake rose petals—because he’d be damned if he even thought of using real ones—near the bottom of the bed and some on the floor. Small white candles were meticulously placed on each of the side tables, out of the way of anything that could catch on fire. Adam made a mental note to blow them out before any…actions took place. It would be unfortunate to have to call the fire department in the midst of love.

Nevertheless, everything came out perfectly, from the warm lighting to the subtle smell of peppermint and cypress trees. The bed looked amazingly fluffy and comfortable, and Adam grew excited at just the thought of sinking into it with his husband hovering over him, giving him thank you kisses, whispering sweet nothings into skin, rolling his hips against his….

Lazy mornings…

(or as i like to call it: adam lives and together he and shiro live happily ever after)

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Shiro set himself to work.

He woke up this morning from the sound of Adam opening the bathroom door. He lifted his head from the covers, his drowsy mind hoping to sneak a peak of his husband in a towel. But instead he got a man slightly hunched over, both hands cradling his stomach. A pained expressed stuck to his face.

“Takashi….” He croaked, and Shiro flung off the bed.

He knew what to do first. Carry Adam to bed and tuck him in, but he has to be in the middle. One pillow to cuddle and a few behind him to act as support. A glass of water and a cool rag needed to be on the bedside table immediately. The AC had to be on full blast—Adam slept more comfortably underneath all the blankets in an ice-cold room.

“No medicine,” Adam told him once, “it makes the flow heavier.”

So Shiro didn’t grab any. But he did make Chamomile tea, different from the usual green tea—because Shiro read somewhere that caffeine also worsened the flow. And the box read “Lazy Comfort”, and he felt that that was what Adam needed at the moment.

He then grabbed the homemade heating pad—made of rice and cloth that Adam sewed together. Adam didn’t like the usual heating pads because they stayed the same temperature and eventually felt too hot for him. But this one was small, perfect for easy maneuvering, and all Shiro had to do was heat it up in the microwave. By the time the warmth wore off, Adam was usually asleep, and he didn’t have to worry about waking up in a sweat.

And finally: the blinds had to be closed.

“Do you need anything else?” Shiro asked, and he lightly dabbed Adam’s brow with the cold rag. Adam groaned and buried himself deeper into the duvet comforter.

“Can you run to the store and grab more pads?” he said, voice muffled. “I don’t think there’s enough to last a week.”

“Of course.” Shiro leaned onto the bed to give Adam a kiss on the top of his head—the only part that was actually visible.

Before he left, he set out an outfit—a pair of loose-fitting sweatpants and one of his own t-shirts—and a bath towel, just in case Adam was up to taking a shower while he was away. And then it was lights out, Shiro closing the door with a soft click.

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Shiro might have been a little bit tipsy, but it didn’t matter anyway, because he was retired and married and Adam looked very, very pretty in the moonlight.

“What are you doing?” Adam laughed when Shiro bowed and held his hand out—right in the middle of the sidewalk.

“Care for a dance?” Shiro said in the most obnoxious accent, wiggling his eyebrows and making Adam laugh even harder. Adam pulled him back into a standing position and dragged him by the arm.

“We are not dancing out here!”

“Why not? You look beautiful.”

Adam blushed, a small smile still on his face, but turned away to continue pulling on Shiro’s arm. “What does that have to do with us dancing? And I’m cold.”

He yelped when he was suddenly yanked backwards by the arm he was holding onto, crashing into Shiro’s chest with a soft thud. His cheeks darkened as he stared right into his husband’s stormy eyes.

“Allow me to warm you up,” Shiro leered, and his words were a little slurred together, but the flirtatious smile adorning his lips was still charming. It reminded Adam of their younger days, and he let out a dreamy sigh right before an arm wrapped around his neck like a firm headrest. He gasped as he was suddenly dipped, supported by his husband’s metal hand at the small of his back and his own foot that he had somehow managed to plant on the sidewalk before he was twirled around. The arm slung over his neck pulled him closer, until warm, wet lips met his own cold ones in a crushing kiss that took the rest of his breath away.

Adam dug his fingers into that broad back, holding on for dear life yet knowing Shiro would never drop him. But Shiro was also a little drunk right now, so he kissed back for a few passionate seconds before pulling away.

“Okay, big guy.” Adam was somehow able to wriggle himself free from the position, but had a difficult time releasing Shiro’s unrelenting hug. “Let’s go home and dance there.”

Shiro snuggled his face against his shoulder. “Let me carry you,” he mumbled, and his fingers searched for Adam’s thighs, itching to grab them and hoist the man up.

“No, no, no.” Adam giggled as he tried to dodge the sneaky fingers, Shiro tickling his neck with his prickly cheeks.

“Why?” Shiro whined.

“Because I don’t trust your ability to walk right now.”

Shiro pushed his body closer, almost tipping Adam over again. “I can do it. I’m only tipsy, I promise.”

“No,” Adam said, and this time he wasn’t laughing. He gave Shiro a stern look, in which Shiro just blinked for a few moments.

“Okay,” he finally agreed, and pulled back, “but you have to hold my hand at least.”

“Of course.” Adam was already searching for his hand, and interlocked their fingers when he found it. “Otherwise you’ll get lost.”

“No I won’t!”