first time drawing taub and adam and i also prolly will recolor this at some point i was trying smth different 💔

It was an easy decision, quitting your job. It wasn’t as if you had a specialty job, or like you were particularly important to the company that you worked for. Just your standard, run-of-the-mill job that was highly unlikely to ever turn into a career. Not somewhere that you wanted to be ten years from now. So you took this as an opportunity to not only get away, but as a chance to rise up. Adam wasn’t going to go back to private investigating, not with how much trouble it had gotten him into before, so he had nothing to lose by leaving, either. Just the two of you - travelling to find a new home together. And fate - along with a friend - had helped to pick it for you.

You had the privilege of meeting Dr. Lawrence Gordon after Adam had come out of the hospital. He had to amputate his own foot to get out of a trap, so he and Adam had told you, and had been found on the street with intense bloodloss, and transported to a nearby hospital where he was in and out of consciousness for days.

The doctor had been questioned intensely by police, as had his family, who were alright, thankfully. They explained all that this Zep man had done, and it became evident that the killing of him had been in self-defense, even if he was found not to have been the big bad in all of it. He would have killed the family, he would have killed Lawrence, and he would have killed Adam if it came down to it. So the Doctor had been let off of all charges, was going to serve no imprisonment, the only loss being his foot - and his family.

You found out that his family had not been killed, Alison and Diana making their way to a neighbours’ and had been able to call for help, and give their side of the story. But the information that Adam had found out about Lawrence’s affairs had also come out, and there was the threat of a heavy divorce over Lawrence’s head. As much as he wanted to fight for his family, he couldn’t, he wasn’t the same man that had been taken by the Jigsaw Killer. He loved them but - he could also see how things would be better if he wasn’t there, impeding on their lives anymore. The trauma had been too much for everybody, so Lawrence was letting Alison have it all. The house, alimony, full custody, everything that she wanted. All he asked for was permission to call and talk to Diana at least weekly, which was agreed upon.

After everything, Lawrence too felt the need to get out of the city, out of the state, out of the area entirely. He couldn’t stop looking at people’s faces and wondering - was this the killer, was that the killer, who was the person that put them through all of this?

Slowly, after a lot of looking things over, reading travel websites, looking at maps, calling hospitals and looking at job ads, a plan started to come forward. And that plan was Salt Lake City, Utah.

Not because it was an interesting, and bustling city - but because it was actually the opposite of that. And it felt far enough away that the chances of being found by the Killer if he decided to go after either Adam or Lawrence again, were next to none.

Adam sold whatever he could, packed the essentials, and left everything else outside on the curb for someone to take if they wanted it. You did the same, packing light for your new life in a different state, a fresh start. Your music, your clothes, a few odds and ends that had to do with your hobbies but the rest - the furniture - was left behind.

Salt Lake City - you and Adam found a decent apartment on a higher floor with better security than the one that you had left behind. It had a buzzer system, and cameras that showed the front lobby so you both felt like you had some semblance of control, some amount of safety - though you had talked to the landlord and added a deadbolt to your door just in case.

Lawrence had managed to find something himself, near the hospital where he would be starting his new job. It wasn’t that far from our new place either. It truly seemed as if Adam and Lawrence had trauma-bonded and you accepted the new friendship without an issue.

With the move came new jobs. You were able to find one that was more in the field that you had studied in during your school years, which was honestly wonderful, and which you actually woke up looking forward to. Adam - well, for now, he was a wedding photographer which wasn’t something that he particularly enjoyed but he had free food and his clients tended to be a lot more happy than the ones that he had as a private investigator.

There were good things, and there were bad things about the move, but that was the case with life in general. Still, it felt a lot better for the both of you to be out of the scope of New Jersey and New York, and all of the chaos that came with living there. You could finally sleep again - and Adam didn’t panic at the sight of a closed closet door.

You were laughing with Adam as you unpacked the bag from today’s thrifting haul. Your apartment was still bare bones, and needed some sprucing off, and you had decided to use what was left over from your paycheck to do just that. Adam was staring at you incredulously as you unpacked the wax fruit that you picked up.

“Now what is the point of that?” He asked, picking up the bananas. The wax was almost a little bit TOO yellow, obnoxiously colored even. It was a set of three, and more closely resembled a children’s drawing of the fruit rather than the real things. “I still can’t believe you spent actual money on that.”

“Because it makes me happy,” You said with a grin, pulling out the large fruit bowl that you had bought to go with it. “Plus, maybe it’ll remind me to put real fruit on the grocery list every once in a while.”

As you finished unpacking, you could see Adam moving out of the corner of your eye. You brought out the other more useful things - a paper-towel holder, some plates, salt and pepper shakers - focused mainly on your task until Adam cleared his throat to get your attention. As you looked up, you saw that he had use a pair of scissors to cut through the bananas and separate them at the stem. One was resting in the bowl while the other, he was dangling between two pears, making a lewd shape. You rolled your eyes and attempted to keep your chuckle in but - it was just really great to see him actually joking around and enjoying himself.

“Are you serious?" You asked, biting down on your lip, and finally let the laugh out. “How dare you taint my beautiful wax fruit with your perversions!”

“I’m not doing anything,” He grinned, smugly. “Just showcasing your odd purchases.”

The way that the fruit was jiggling, and the way that he was grinning - you couldn’t stop your own chuckles from coming through. “Okay, maybe they were a little bit ... silly. And a little bit odd. But you didn’t have to do that to them,my God,” You said, continuing to laugh, which just made his grin wider. He was looking quite proud of himself at this point.

“Finally, you see some sense,” He said, dropping the fruit down into the fruit bowl. It looked just as ridiculous laid out like that as it did in his hands. “I mean, if you wanted to look at that, you could have just asked me, baby. I’ll show you the real thing anytime.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively and your heartbeat started to increase in speed.

This was the first time that he was seeming like the old Adam - comfortable, cocky, and more than a bit horny truth be told. It was the first time since the move that he had tried to initiate anything, other than just his boner up against his ass when he spooned you at night.

Adam was being cute. He was being flirty. And he was moving closer to you, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on top of your shoulder. He turned his head, his nose nuzzling into your neck, inhaling some of the perfume that you had put on sparsely. It was an expensive bottle, given to you by Adam for Christmas the year before and you wanted it to last, while also wearing it as your signature scent. He hummed happily as he breathed the scent in, lips lightly kissing your neck. “I love the way you smell. Always so fucking good.”

“Please,” You said, softly, running your fingertips along his arms. These arms that you felt safe in, more than any others. Not even the warm, welcoming embrace of your family felt this secure.

“And...” Adam said, his voice muffled by your skin as he started to kiss it, making your eyes close, a shiver going up your spine. You knew what he wanted and you were going to give it to him.

“Thank you,” You smiled softly, leaning back against him. Your nails lightly raked at his skin, not leaving anything more substantial than little white lines on his pale skin. He kissed his way up to your ear, taking the lobe between his teeth.

“Good girl,” He admired with a pleased hum. His grip tightened on you and he started to sway back and forth as if there was music playing, but there was none. Only inside of his head. You moved along with him, your hips moving back and forth to match the rhythm that he had set. It felt good to dance again. To be carefree again. To be in his arms without it being because you were scared that he was going to be taken away from you. To just ... be.

The next bite that he took on your ear was enough to cause a shiver of arousal to move through your system. You haven’t felt it in quite some time. That and the way that he was clearly aroused himself, growing harder as he pressed up against you. His arms relented, and his hands moved to your hips instead to guide you in a small dance up against him. He growled as you rubbed yourself on him, knowing just the way that he liked it. Despite being familiar, it was far from boring. The heat had never left your relationship, the spark, the fire, it still burned bright. You moved your hands onto his hips too, sliding them up and down behind you, feeling the frame of his body through the jeans and tshirt that he wore. Casual clothes - and easy to take off. You hummed a song that you had been listening to on the radio a lot lately, letting yourself feel the beat, as you danced for him just there. In the safety of your own apartment, you might as well have been in a nightclub with the way that you were acting. His hands started to wander, going up your ribs and then onto your chest, which he started to squeeze, letting out a satisfied exhale. The support of his hands was better than any bra, and you leaned your head back to enjoy his touches.

“I do want to see the real thing,” You gasped, as his fingers managed to slide the front of your bra, and he cupped through the fabric of your shirt, his thumb finding your nipple. He was teasing it, circling it. “I want to feel the real thing. Please - Adam, baby, please -” You whimpered. Just how did he manage to turn you on so much in such a short amount of time?

Magic, or something along those lines. It had to be.

“Oh yeah?” He said, his breath hot, heavy against you. “You’re going to have to do something for me first, baby. I want to see you. All of you.”

He was a sucker for your body, always had been. You weren’t always the most confident in your appearance but when it was him looking at you? It was like there wasn’t a single flaw that could be found anywhere on you. You gave in easily enough, holding up your hands so that he could pull your top over your head and let it fall onto the recently mopped floor.

“Fuck,” He said, his eyes taking you in for the hundredth time, the thousandth time. His reaction never varied. Impressed, astounded, aroused. “Now that’s a view I’m never going to get sick of.”

“I hope not,” You said, looking over your shoulder at him. He seemed to snap out of his reverie then, and grabbed hold of his camera. You felt yourself grow warm under the eyes of both Adam and the lens. “Come on, what are you doing?” You asked, laughing, putting your hand out to block the shot. But he kept holding the camera in front of his eyes, taking shot after shot.

“Keeping this,” He said, motioning to you, and how you were standing there in your jeans and a bra. “All to myself.” The camera stayed raised, though he moved forward towards you to get close-up details. A small scar that you had which was usually hidden under your shirt. The swell of your breast where it began to fill out your bra. Your clavicle, and how the necklace you were wearing fit perfectly into the hollow.

Click. Click. Click. He brought the camera down for a second to turn you around and run his fingers up and down your spine, causing goosebumps to break out, before he finally unhooked your bra. With the back hanging open, he slid a finger beneath the left strap and pulled it slowly down your arm, his lips attaching themselves to your shoulders. You closed your eyes and let out a small moan from the build-up that he was causing. It was growing more and more, your thighs tensing. You heard more clicks but didn’t open your eyes yet. You were missing the fact that he was holding the camera out in front of the two of you. Taking pictures of him kissing your shoulder. Your erotic expression.

The bra fell from your body onto the tops of your feet, onto your socks, and you kicked it away. Click - click - click - the camera was getting everything, even his strong hand holding onto your breast, like it was a work of art.

“Are you really going to develop these?” You asked, letting your eyes open. He was kissing your other shoulder, one hand holding your breast, the other the camera. “When you can just see it whenever you want in person?” His fingers silently slid down your abdomen, towards your belly button. He circled it, his fingertips warm, taking a picture of that one too. He was so laser focused on trying to figure out angles from where he was standing, that he wasn’t even answering you. You didn’t get mad about it. It was quite flattering.    

You turned your head to kiss his cheek as he worshipped your body. Treated it like it was something more special than you thought that it was. His mouth met yours again hungrily this time, lips parting, tongue coming out to say hello. He tasted like cigarettes and the shitty coffee that he liked from the corner store. Cancer and caffeine. An intoxicating mix.

He didn’t let go of the camera, not even as his hand slipped further down, and into the waistband of your jeans. You licked at his lip playfully, making him groan.

“Just want to record - every minute,” He said, the corner of his lips going upward as he found what he was looking for. The crevice between your legs, his fingers coming across the silky wetness within. You felt like you were on fire, like you were going to fall down. His hands - so damn warm.

“You know I’m not going anywhere, baby,” You said, and then gasped as his fingers slid through your folds. He found the right spot immediately. Your body was not unexplored terrain - he knew it better than he knew the back of his own hand. His middle finger pressed against your clit as the tip of it went inside of you, making you lean back against his chest. “Fuck - you can have me, anytime that you want me. I’m always going to be yours.”

His finger was really pumping in and out of you now. He was constricted by the waistband of your jeans and couldn’t go too fast but he was doing what he could. In order to help him, you undid the button, the zipper, giving him more room to work with. “Promise?” He asked, forcing you to look him in his eyes. Those big, beautiful eyes that had seen so much, too much. And as your knees grew weaker and weaker, you nodded. “Use your words.”

“I promise,” You said. “Fuck - I promise!” You pushed your pants down and leaned over the counter, your hands gripping onto the sides of it. His hand only had your underpants to get in the way, and they were hardly doing a good job of blocking you from him. He had two fingers inside now, his mouth returning to yours after you had made your promise.

After another ferocious kiss, he pulled back, his eyes looking at you with blown-out pupils and a rare intensity. He was breathing heavily, and snapped a last photo of you like this before he took his fingers out of you. “Whatever song you were thinking of when you were dancing with me,” He said, licking his bottom lip. “Can you put it on?"

“Yeah, I have the CD somewhere...” You started, before you paused for a moment and looked at him. He had his fingers in his mouth now, something that made you feel even more aroused than before. He loved the taste of you. He was making that clear right now. “Don’t you want to know what song it was first?” You asked him. You realized you hadn’t hummed it or sang it. It could have been anything.

“Nope, surprise me,” Adam said, his eyes watching you like a hawk. Watching the way that you walked over to the small combination radio-tapedeck-CD player that you had. Watching the way that you bent over to look over the CD rack and pulled out an album. Watching the way that you took out the Arcade Fire CD, putting it back into its case, and put in the other one, an older one, but unscratched because you took good care of your stuff.

Pressed the next song button five times to get to the song that you wanted. And the smooth male voice started to come out through the speakers.

You are stellar

You moved in towards Adam, your hips swaying with every step. You were exaggerating it, knowing that his mind was already so stuck on you. You could have put on the Happy Birthday song and he wouldn’t even notice, so laser focused. He half-heartedly - because he was so distracted - brought up the camera again and took pictures of your walk.

“Are you going to focus on me - or the camera?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. You put your hand on his wrist and made him lower it. But he kept on pressing the button, making more clicks, getting new close up photos of your flesh. “Or were you intending on just being one handed the whole time?” You added. He let out a small chuckle.

Meet me in outer space We could spend the night Watch the earth come up I’ve grown tired of that place Won’t you come with me? We can start again.

“I can do a lot with one hand,” He said, wrapping an arm around your waist, and grabbed your ass cheekily at the same time. “I’m just - very inspired right now. I’ve got my muse in front of me, can you blame me?”

“Alright, fine,” You gave in, rolling your eyes. “But you better only get my good angles.” You kissed his cheek, and then moved down to his lips and grabbed the bottom one between your teeth, giving him a playful nibble. He groaned as you walked away, towards the bedroom. Click - click - click.

How do you do it Make me feel like I do How do you do it? It’s better than I ever knew

He followed you into the bedroom, kicking off his jeans and his boxers. His hard cock was poking out from underneath the t-shirt that he was wearing. The t-shirt that he was highly unlikely to take off. Other than when necessary, he hardly removed his shirt anymore. The new scar - he couldn’t bear to look at it.

He finally set the camera down, and then wrapped his arms around you, collapsing onto the bed. The sheets were still mussed from when you had gotten out of it this morning, but that was the least of your worries. It smelt like him - the cologne and the laundry detergent you used creating a mixture that ensnared your senses. He situated himself between your legs, on his knees, biting his lip as he gazed down at you. His hand was rubbing at himself, lubing himself up with the mixture of your juices and his saliva. He leaned down to kiss you again, while positioning himself against you. You were feeling impatient, shimmying your hips to get him in faster.

Meet me in outer space I will hold you close If you’re afraid of heights I need you to see this place It might be the only way That I can show you how it feels to be inside of you

He penetrated through with a groan, his breath hitching, mouth dropping open. “I can’t believe - how goddamn good you feel-” He said, pushing himself in further, before thrusting out. Your own reaction was one of satisfaction, your arms splayed out on top of the bedspread, grasping onto it with white-knuckles. Your hips moved with his, thrusting when he was thrusting, matching his rhythm. The feeling was too good, neither of you could concentrate on anything but that intimacy. How hard he was. It drove you crazy how much you could arouse him without doing too much at all. Like marble, he was. Lazy, sloppy kisses onto each other’s face, your hands holding onto the blankets for dear life. Rocking back and forth. He moved back up, straight back, admiring you with his mouth agape.

And then he reached for the camera again. He couldn’t help himself. And you didn’t let out a word of complaint as his hips continued to thrust into you, as he stared at you through the shutter rather than with his naked eye. Click. Click. Click.

You took it from him with a chuckle. Cheekily, you started to take pictures of him on top of you. Of the way that the fabric of the t-shirt pooled on top of your public mound. You lifted it up slightly, taking pictures - blurry no doubt - of him being inside of you. And watching you do this seemed to rile him up even more.

I do, oh You are stellar You are stellar

Being careful, he laid down and urged you to go on top of him, so you did. You straddled him, impaled yourself on him, and used your leg strength to move your body up and down. You kept on snapping pictures, it being his turn to be the center of the lens’ attention - up until he started to do this circular thing with his hips while holding yours down, pushing in deep, causing a spasm of pleasure to go through you. You moaned, throwing your head back, and rode him as if you were riding a mechanical bull, sliding smoothly up and down, forward and backwards, getting all of your angles.

“Mmm - Adam,” You said, gyrating on top of him. The sound of his name caused a groan to coarse through his body - you could see it in the way that his Adam’s apple bobbed as it came out of him. His mouth started to stammer sounds, illegible sounds, but you still knew what that meant. Especially as the whines were starting to come out.

As he came, you could feel it inside of you, hot, filling you up inside, unprotected, your name being repeated in low murmurs as if it was the only word that he knew. You were snapping pictures, capturing his expression at the very second that he climaxed.

How do you do it? Make me feel like you do How do you do it? It’s better than I ever knew.

When you climbed off, he pulled you in closer. He replaced his slowly softening cock with his fingers again, his lips meeting yours hungrily. He wasn’t going to let up until you had your own orgasm, he was clear about that from the way that his fingers were curling inwards. His thumb was rubbing circles against your clit again, making your eyes squeeze shut as the sensations started to overwhelm you. His hand was moving faster and faster, plunging in and out. The sounds would have been humiliating if it didn’t feel just so damn good. It didn’t take too long before you were burying your face into his shoulder, your teeth biting down on the fabric as your own climax hit. Your breathing grew heavier and once the tremors were finished with you, you slumped against him, kissing his neck lazily. “Love you-” You hummed.

You got up after a little while to use the restroom. To clean yourself up, do all of those little feminine things to keep away the UTIs. And to the surprise of no one, Adam had grabbed his camera and went straight into his makeshift darkroom, the door closed behind him, as he worked on developing the film. You went about your day, letting him work, and after an hour, you knocked on the door, pressing your ear to it. “Hey baby, how are they turning out?” You asked. Rather than answer you through the door, he opened it, and slipped back out, looking a little bit ... troubled. “What’s wrong?” You asked, raising an eyebrow. Did you break the camera while you were making love - did he notice something weird on film - your thoughts were going fast.

“Nothing,” He mumbled, but he caught your expression and he sighed again. “It’s just - bit weird, seeing me with my t-shirt, against your naked body.” He tugged on the bottom of it, insecurely. He still was wearing nothing other than that t-shirt, not shy about the rest of his body.

You took hold of his hands, brought them up so they were clasped in between you. You intertwined your fingers together. “Do you think maybe it’s time that you ... take a look at yourself in the mirror?" You hadn’t attempted to push this issue before, but you have thought of it. He could only avoid the scar for so long. It seemed as good a time as any.

His body tensed up, you could feel the muscles beneath his shirt, his veins popping through the skin.

But eventually, he nodded. And slowly, so slowly, you helped him to lift the t-shirt off of body. He didn’t want to raise his arms, but he did so reluctantly. As it came up over his head, revealing all of chest and back to you, his head turned away, unable to look at himself. Even his breathing seemed a little more laboured, like he was struggling. “It’s okay, it’s okay baby,” You cooed into  his ear, tossing the shirt away. You rested your head against his unscarred shoulder while your fingers slid close towards where the skin was puckered. Not quite touching it, he wasn’t ready for that yet, but resting near.

To you, he was beautiful. He always would be.

“Wait here,” You said, kissing his shoulder, and then went into his dark room to get his camera. Once you had it in hand, you softly took Adam’s and brought him to the full-length mirror in the bedroom. You positioned him, like he was a doll, and he just let you. He felt so vulnerable in this moment, he almost became submissive.

You rested your chin on his shoulder, and lifted the camera up onto his other shoulder so it would be taking pictures of your reflections together. “Look into the mirror, Adam, I hope that you see what I see.” You playfully kissed his neck and started to press down on the button, getting pictures of the moment that he did finally take a look at himself.

He didn’t admire himself, and he certainly didn’t preen. He didn’t look that confident when he took in his appearance, his eyes going straight to the new and ugly scar that marred his skin. But then he caught sight of you, smiling over his shoulder, kissing his neck and a small smile started to grow.