#frankenstein fluff

A bright light flashed in the room. Your moans and the sound of flesh slapping against each other was drowned out by the sound of thunder and lightning. Victor had you on your hands and knees facing the cold dark room as he took you from behind. His thrusts were erratic and fast, his own satisfaction being his sole goal. 

But as you stared into the darken abyss of Victor’s room you spot a dark pair of eyes watching you. Lightning flashed once more. You could see more of it...of him. Grey skin stitched together. Loose bandages covering his groin and hands. He was incredibly tall yet looked timid and his eyes glistened with curiosity. You gasped as you made eye contact with him. You reached a hand out towards him. He leaned forward slightly raising his own hand as if wanting to connect with you despite being on the opposite end of the room. 

Victor groaned loudly as he emptied himself inside of you. You winced as he gave your ass a slap before removing himself. You searched the darkness to find those dark eyes once more, but they had vanished. 

“You were quite excellent this evening I must say my dear,” Victor spoke as he tossed a cloth at you before making his way under the covers. You wiped yourself clean with the cloth still tender and sore from the night’s activities. Victor was never a gentle lover but as long as he promised to marry you and start a family you didn’t mind. 

You crawled over to Victor who had his arms stretched. The room was freezing. Victor’s body heat and the silk covers were a welcome warmth. He kissed your forehead and held you tightly. Rain continued to patter against the window. 

“I thought I saw something in the dark,” you said turning your head up to look at Victor. Victor smiled, “You must be seeing things my dear. You’re safe with me.” 

“He had dark eyes and pale skin...and he was watching me,” you whispered. Victor laughed, “It is locked away and cannot get near my bride. I think perhaps the light is playing tricks on you.” You sighed at his response. “It’s best you get some sleep, William is visiting tomorrow with promises of new bodies.” 

You closed your eyes and attempted to drift off. The image of those beautiful dark eyes still in your mind. Victor slept soundly and deeply as he gently snored. You sat up slowly as not to awaken your fiancé. The eyes were still nowhere to be seen. But you knew exactly where you might find them. 

- 

Wearing your lacy nightgown and flowy silk robe, you made your way down the gothic staircase, candlestick in one hand to provide light. 

You made your way down into the cellar. It was dark and damp from the rain. You heard something splash in the water. And there he was. He stood up as if to greet you, walking over to you but the chains could only take him so far. You made your way closer to him until you were but a foot from where he stood. 

“Vi...Vi-Victor,” he spoke, his voice deep and almost pained. You shook your head and reached your hand toward him. He copied you and interlocked your fingers. You studied the scars all long his body until you reached his face. He was staring back at you almost examining you but not as Victor would when he wanted something from you, the creature looked at you with curiosity and adoration. You walked him over to the stone slab his chains were connected to and sat down with him.  

“Were you watching me in the dark?” you asked gently. The creature moved his gaze to the flowing water below him. You placed a finger under his chin moving his head to look back at you. 

“I bet you get lonely down here, don’t you?” the creature nodded slightly. He understood you. “I get lonely sometimes too,” you continued. The creature had a saddened look on his face. Although he was confined to the dark cellar, the idea of this beauty that sat before him ever being lonely or sad hurt more than any lashing Victor had given him. 

“Perhaps we could be friends? Then neither of us would be so lonely,” you smiled at him causing the corners of his mouth to twitch upwards in his own sweet smile. “Fr-fff-fr-friends?” His reply made you even happier which in turn made him happier.  

“Yes friends. But I must go now friend. If Victor finds me here, I worry what he’ll do to you.” You stood and grabbed your candlestick. The creature looked saddened by your sudden need to leave. “Victor,” he grumbled. It broke your heart to leave him so soon. 

“Perhaps I could give you a hug before I go friend?” you suggested. The creature stared up at you. You placed the candlestick back down before leaning down and embracing him. The creature felt a new sensation in his stomach. It was as if leaves were jostling around in there almost like butterflies. He inhaled your scent and wrapped his arms around you wishing you’d never let go so that he may never have to leave your warmth. The hug was comforting. You could feel every scar and stitch on his body which only made you admire him more. 

 You reluctantly pulled away knowing Victor will be up soon enough. You gave the creature a soft kiss on the cheek. “I’ll visit you soon friend,” you whispered as you grabbed the candlestick and made your way back into the main tower. 

The creature placed a hand to where you had kissed him. Blood rushed to his cheeks making them feel warm. There was a warm feeling in his entire body, a stark contrast to the cold damp of the cellar. He whispered your name to himself as he rubbed his cheek where your lips once were. He’d heard Victor calling your name which would often echo throughout the tower. 

- 

As many nights as you could you’d sneak down into the cellar to see him. You’d do your best to teach him new words. He found it difficult at first but seeing how delighted it made you made him try as hard as he could even practicing by himself during the daytime. Other times you’d just rant to him about your day or your growing frustrations with Victor. The creature didn’t mind though he loved the sound of your voice and especially loved the goodbye kiss you’d always give him. 

One night you came down sobbing. You ran into the creature’s arms and nuzzled your face into his bare chest. He held you as you cried. 

“Wh-what wrong?” he asked concerned for you. You looked up at him teary eyed, “it’s just Victor...he got frustrated with his project and took it out on me.” The creature noticed the red mark on your right cheek which will no doubt bruise. He felt the rage build up inside looking over at the cellar entrance. He roared and pulled at his chains. How dare Victor hurt you. 

“Adam please! You must keep silent or he will come down here and punish you too,” you whimpered as you attempted to pull at his arm to sit him down. Adam obeyed but only so that he may comfort you. He wrapped his arms around you as you nuzzled into him. “Mad,” he muttered as he held you. You turned your head to look up at him. His rough callused hand cupped your cheek, his thumb running over the bruised skin. You smiled at his caring touch. 

“I love you,” you whispered. His gaze connected with yours. “Love?” he whispered back. You nodded your head. Adam smiled. He didn’t fully understand what the word meant but it sounded like the nicest word to describe how he felt when he was with you. 

“Can I kiss you?” you asked. Adam nodded thinking you were about to give him his goodbye kiss. You leaned towards him until your lips connected. Adam’s lips were dry and cold, but the kiss was perfect. Adam felt his heart beat faster with what he could now only describe as “love.” 

The sound of Victor yelling out your name echoed in the cellar. You turned to face the cellar’s entrance. Victor stood there with a metal bar in one hand and gasoline in the other. You stood blocking Victor’s view of Adam. 

“Please don’t hurt him,” you begged, tears welling up in your eyes once again. Victor ignored you, shoving you out of the way to get to Adam. Adam roared at his creator as you fell onto the concrete floor. Victor beat him with the bar over and over. 

“Never. Lay. A. Hand. On. My. Woman. Ever,” Victor barked hitting Adam harder with each word. 

“Victor please!” you cried. “Silence!” he yelled, his voice echoing through the cellar. “This is a monster,” Victor growled pointing the sharp end of the bar at Adam. Adam’s gaze was firmly on the floor, ashamed. “Adam,” you sobbed. He lifted his gaze to meet yours, eyes full of tears. 

“You gave this thing a name?” Victor roared. He hit the creature five more times before you jumped on Victor’s back in an attempt to stop him. Victor threw you off causing your head to hit the stone floor. Before Adam could react, Victor had pushed the metal bar through Adam’s chains, locking him in place. Inhuman screams came from the creature as he pulled at the bar. Victor began pouring the gasoline all around the monster. You lay still unconscious on the floor, unmoving.  

“Say one word. One word. Don’t think I haven’t heard you two down here at night because I have. I know you can speak. You’ll speak to her, but you won’t speak to me? Huh? Your creator? Huh?” Victor raises his voice. Adam does not respond only glares at Victor as he picks you up and slings your body over his shoulder. He begins walking towards the exit. Adam calls your name. Victor pauses. Adam calls for you once more. Victor ignores him and carries your body out of the cellar. 

- 

The fire crackled providing both warmth and light to your dark cold room. You sat at your desk writing to your sister, detailing the dread you felt of still having to marry Victor. Victor was away working in his new lab, leaving you alone in your soon to be home. You paused writing as you heard a creaking of the floorboards behind you. You turned to face the cause of the sound. 

And there he was. Your Adam. His hair had grown, and he wore a thick jacket made of wolf skin. He stood tall, almost proud. You stared at him a moment, not fully comprehending that your friend whom you presumed dead was standing before you. 

“Adam?” you whispered. He gave you a crooked smile. You jumped out of your seat and embraced him. He held you tightly. You looked up at him and held his face in both hands. Eyes filled with tears. 

“I just can’t believe you’re here! And your hair! I just can’t bel-” Adam cut you off with a passionate kiss. You melted into the kiss allowing your eyes to close as Adam held you. His lips were warm, soft and comforting. He pulled away tucking a piece of hair that had fallen in front of your face behind your ear. Adam rested his forehead against yours. 

“I love you,” he whispered, gazing into your eyes. You smiled tears still in your eyes, “I love you too Adam.” He smiled back at you. 

Adam glanced behind you at your bed. “I want to do something with you,” his voice was deep and raspy. Adam placed both his hands on your shoulders and pushed your silk robe off your shoulders allowing it to fall to the ground. You were left in just your lace nightgown. Adam shoved his own covering and kicked off his leather boots. Leaving him in his tunic and trousers. He sweeped you off your feet and carried you bridal style to the bed. 

He gently lay you down and began pushing the skirt of your nightgown up. You helped him push it over your head and threw it onto the floor. Adam’s hungry eyes scanned your body, taking all your naked beauty in. You felt shy under his gaze. You’d been naked plenty of time with Victor sure, but this felt different. It felt for the first time, intimate. 

“Beautiful,” Adam spoke before leaning down to kiss your lips once more. He then kissed both your cheeks before trailing kisses down your neck paying special attention to your breasts. He licked and gently sucked on your nipples causing you to moan. He gave them a gentle squeeze before continuing his journey kissing down your stomach further finally stopping between your thighs. Adam looked up at you with his dark doe eyes as if silently asking for consent. He wrapped both arms on either side of your thighs before placing his mouth right between them. You moaned his name loudly as he sucked on your clit. His head shot back up to look at you concerned. 

“Are you hurt?” he asked in a worried tone. You frantically shook your head, “No. Please keep going.” 

Adam smiled at you before continuing to give his full attention to your most sensitive area. He licked and flicked his tongue on your clit. Your moans only grew louder as they echoed through the empty hallway. Adam had to hold your legs still as you wriggled around in pure pleasure. He added two fingers inside of you thrusting them in and out adding to your already growing pleasure. 

“Oh Adam, I’m going to- Oh!” you moaned as you came all over his tongue and finger. He licked every last drop you gave him. Adam looked up at you grinning like an idiot with both his soaked finger in his mouth, chin still covered in your wetness.  

“Where’d you learn how to do that?” you giggled. “I read lots of books,” Adam replied making his way back up to you and kissing you. You could taste yourself on his lips. 

“We’ll have to take this off,” you said tugging at his tunic. Adam obliged sitting back and taking the rest of his clothes off. You smiled at him admiring body, a body he grew to loathe, “Beautiful.” 

Adam placed his forehead against yours. You could feel him rock hard against your leg. He guided himself into you slipping in slowly, inch by inch. He stretched your walls out with his size. Adam grunted as he was fully inside you.  

“You ok?” Adam asked concerned. He was certainly big, but he stretched you out perfectly. “Yes,” you whispered. Keeping eye contact with you Adam began slowly moving his hips and thrusting into you.  

“Faster,” you moaned and Adam happily obliged. He began a steady fast pace moaning and groaning with you. His thrust became deeper as he got closer. You wrapped your legs around him to take more of him in. Adam let out an animalistic roar as he finished inside of you. He collapsed on top of you panting. You caressed his head as he snuzzled his face into your neck. 

“That was amazing,” you stated. You could feel Adam smile against your neck. You turned your head to face him giving him a gentle kiss. He cupped your face and dragged his thumb gently against your cheek. 

“I missed you,” Adam confessed. “I missed you too. I missed our conversations, even if they were a bit one sided.” Adam let out a small laugh. 

Adam rose from the bed and grabbed a small towel that was hanging off the end of the bed frame. He gently cleaned you before wiping himself off and rejoining you under the covers. You lay your head on his chest and drifted off as Adam rubbed your back. 

he is the keeper of the forest after all…

he always feels guilty asking for seconds (ok who am i kidding it’s thirds he’s a big guy) since he thinks you’ll die on the spot if you don’t eat enough but he has such natural puppy dog eyes you’d feed him the whole pot of food without having a single bite

speaking of, he has learnt to oh so slightly use his puppy dog eyes to his advantage (most of the time he doesn’t realise he’s even making the cutest face you’ve ever seen in your life)

if you have to go out and work in the garden but he wants to cuddle juuuuust a little while longer he will be pulling them out

he does feel super guilty doing it though but not enough to stop

he just craves your affection and validation so much can you blame him?!

he reads books to you all the time but the first time you decide to read he knows he’s fallen in love with you

absolutely loves when you two discuss opinions on whatever novel you have been reading

getting to debate over this and that, especially knowing you take him seriously, is riveting for him

you don’t treat him as if he’s incapable of critical thinking unlike some people (cough victor cough)

the first kiss you two shared was actually very awkward

he kept his eyes open and you miscalculated the height difference between you two and you felt so awful for ruining his first kiss you cried

but then he panics because he thinks he did something wrong and upset you so now he’s freaking out and on the verge of tears too

he reverts back to old habits and starts shrinking away from you in fear

he’s brave enough to ask what he did wrong and you’re so confused because no, no it’s what i did wrong

now HE’S confused because he thought it was perfect and amazing and romantic

now you’re both staring at each other like??????? 👁️👁️

anyways many improvements were made since then! you guys will communicate everything

he loves to kiss you on the forehead when you wake up

and before you sleep

and before you walk away from him to go to the bathroom

basically he’s always giving you a lil smooch on the head

if you do it to him he will melt and he’s not ashamed about it

real lover boy

oh you definitely made a robe for him, and probably a new wardrobe too, and he’s constantly wearing it around the house

you make sure not to throw out or damage his old clothes though since you know how much they mean to him

he appreciates your thoughtfulness so much it makes him weep

it’s a bit too small since you didn’t have enough material lying around the house but he loves it since you made it

an added bonus for him is that it smells like you

you’ll catch him sniffing it and when he realises you caught him he’ll try pretend he was doing something else but he’s so bad at playing it off 😭

he gives up and sheepishly smiles at you instead

ever since then you’d make sure to spray your perfume on his clothes you freshly laundered or made for him

he loves to get you gifts! mainly books if you both share that passion but if not, he will try his best to find something he knows you’d be interested in

he might write you a poem, get some fruits you like, try his hand at sewing clothes for you, the list is endless really

there’s nothing he wouldn’t attempt for you

it might not turn out the greatest but seeing his hopeful face and the amount of effort he put into it is more than enough for you

i like to imagine that when he was so far north he had to learn to fish, so i think he would also like to teach you how to fish too

you both have a great time and although you suck at fishing he would never be cruel to you about it

he might tease you a bit

you had to teach him what teasing was btw

the first time you did it to him he looked so deeply hurt because he thought you were being serious my shaylaaaaa

now he’s got the hang of it! his delivery might be a bit awkward but it’s part of the charm

can’t sleep without you being in the bed with him

he actually doesn’t need as much sleep as you do but just getting to be in your presence is so calming for him

it’s basically meditation

he’s still on high alert though, he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to you and he always fears that ever since you chose him (he swoons whenever he says the words in his head), outsiders will target you too

anyways

he enjoys being the big spoon but being the little spoon is his guilty pleasure

he also likes to sleep with his legs tangled up in yours

you complain about how cold he is but you lock your legs together before he can move away

a blessing during the summer and a curse during the winter

i think he enjoys a lot of tactile experiences so getting to feel your skin brush against his just does something to him

he was scared to let you see his body at first

he thought the scars and mismatched skin you turn you away from him like so many others

instead you empathised for all that he’s been through

you both cried in front of your fireplace as you each recounted the scars, both physical and mental, you carried

sometimes his skin or his bones or his scars ache terribly (who knew reanimating a corpse would have that effect) so you make special ointments for him and rub it into whichever part of him is sore that day

perhaps he cries

always holds your hand when you do this and just…stares into your eyes

- 

Your feet crunched in the snow as you made your way to the woods. Beside you the pitter patter of your cat’s paws bouncing on the icy snow. The small creature picked up the pace as it spotted something in the clearing.  

“Freddie!” you called but the cat ignored you. She meowed as if to say, ‘come on.’ You stopped as Freddie reached what or rather who, she was looking for. A tall man dressed in a soldier’s coat with long hair and an almost grey-white face stood before you. You were slightly startled by his presence, but he was even more startled than yours. He put both his hands up as if you were to attack or shoot at him. You frowned confused by this action. 

“Hello there stranger,” you called out to him. Freddie rubbed her little head against Adam’s legs. You smiled at the stranger, “that’s Freddie she seems to like you.” 

Adam lowered his hands and looked down at the affectionate creature. Although they had never met, Freddie’s instinct was to be kind towards Adam as she knew he would not harm her. 

“Where are you headed stranger?” you asked stepping a bit closer. Adam tore his eyes from the cute creature to look at you. You were wrapped up warm in many layers and wore a knitted hat that matched Freddie’s winter coat she wore. He was taken aback by your beauty and kind eyes. 

“My...friend. Looking for his...gr-granddaughter,” Adam replied slowly. “Oh,” you said, “you must’ve been the soldier that was keeping my grandfather company over winter.” 

- 

You walked side by side with Adam to your small one room cottage. You held the door open for him as he ducked down to enter your home. It was similar to your grandfather’s, but you had a larger collection of books that lay piled up near your small double bed. You took off Freddie’s winter coat before she ran to sit by the fireplace. 

“Y-you like to read?” Adam asked as you got a fire started. “Yes, my grandfather taught me how to read and gifted me many of those books,” you replied, pulling out two chairs by the fire. “Please sit. Would you like some scones?” Adam nodded shyly before sitting down. Freddie leaped into his lap and curled up. Adam had never been so close to another creature before. The cat had unique markings. 

“She really must like you, usually she’s quite shy,” you explained placing two plates of buttered scones with blackberry jam on the small table between you. “My little brother’s the one to name her Freddie, no matter how many times we explained to him that she’s a girl we just couldn’t convince him.” You scratched the back of Freddie’s ear making her purr. Adam copied your actions liking the calming sound coming from the creature. 

“She’s a calico that’s why she has multiple colours. I like to think she’s a combination of multiple cats all rolled into one,” you explained. Adam smiled down at the cat. “You and I are a lot alike friend,” he whispered petting the cat. 

“I wanted to thank you for keeping my grandfather company. I usually visit him regularly, but the snowstorm was so bad I couldn’t make it up to him so thank you.” The fire crackled as Freddie rested in Adam’s lap. 

“He was my friend...and he took care of me,” Adam spoke, sadness in his voice. “Well, I hope I can be as caring as a friend as he was to you. You are welcome to stay with me as long as you need,” you responded. Adam gave you a crooked smile, slightly overwhelmed by your generosity mirroring your grandfather’s. You smiled back at him which caused Adam’s face to heat up, blushing. 

- 

Night fell and although you insisted Adam take your bed he refused. The best you could give him was a makeshift bed on the cottage floor made of spare pillows, cushions and a small mattress your younger brother would sleep on when he visited. Of course, Adam was too tall for the child sized mattress his feet dangled off the edge, but he was grateful for your generosity and happily lay down for the night.  

Adam couldn’t sleep. He lay staring at the ceiling thoughts running through his head. The thoughts came to a halt as he heard sniffling from the other side of the cottage room. Adam sat up to see you on your side curled into a ball, trying to muffle your cries. He rose from his small bed making his way over to you. Freddie, who was curled up at your feet meowed, annoyed that this visitor was walking her from her beauty sleep. 

Adam knelt down beside your bed. He pushed the hair that fell in front of your face behind your ear. You sat up in bed when you noticed him 

“Sorry,” you sniffled, “I just miss my grandfather.” Your choked up voice felt like a stab in Adam’s heart. “M-me too,” Adam whispered. He wasn’t sure what compelled him, but he leant down to give you a hug. You hugged him back, holding him tight not wanting to let him go. Adam’s hug was warm and comforting. He felt butterflies in his stomach and a quietness to his mind as you tucked your face into the crook of his neck and gave him a gentle squeeze. 

After a moment you removed your head cheeks bright red ready to apologise again for your tears. “I’m-” you began but as you moved your head the tips of your noses touched. Your eyes met and you could see Adam for what he was; a lonely, isolated creature with a heart full of love, just like you. Adam saw your beauty and sorrow, but most of all the kindness and love that was present just by looking at you. 

Your lips were mere centimetres apart; the tiniest push or lean could have you two lip locked. Although Adam couldn’t fully comprehend this new feeling he felt, he knew he liked it...liked you and certainly liked being this close to you.  

Meow. Freddie had crawled into bed and sat herself between the two of you looking for attention. You both leaned back to look down at her. Adam wanted to curse the sweet creature for ruining the moment. You sat back against the wall and stroked Freddie’s fur. But Adam gave in, giving her a scratch behind her ear. 

“I must sl-sleep,” Adam stated standing up. You grabbed his hand giving it a gentle tug. “Please say,” you whispered. You moved over to the other side of the bed giving Adam space to lay down. Freddie meowed annoyed as you moved her too. Adam happily obliged and slid underneath the cover laying on his back. He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you in for another hug. You lay your head on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat lulling you back to sleep. 

Freddie curled up at the end of the bed by your feet as she dozed off. Adam brushed his fingers through your hair loving the feeling of your soft locks between his fingertips. He gently placed a small kiss on your forehead, an action he had observed you doing to Freddie after telling her how much you loved her. 

Henry lay Alice onto the bed. Gently releasing her of her restricting corset. 

“I love you Alice, and I will not let anyone get in the way of our love,” Henry confessed before his fingers slipped into- 

“When will that snow stop? I swear spring will never come at this rate,” you said shaking off the snow from your heavy coat before placing it on a hook on the wall. 

Adam had been sat by the fire reading a book you for some reason had hidden under the bed. Of course, this wasn’t his first read of the book, the romantic and steamy scenes intrigued Adam. He often pictured himself as the protagonist, Henry a poor farm boy and you as Alice, a viscountess who had a forbidden and lustful romance. 

You brushed your hair out untangling it from its braid. Adam felt his face flush as he looked at you, your face lit by the crackling fire your eyes gentle as you smiled at him.  

Adam adored you. Although you hadn’t done anything quite like Alice and Henry, you both slept in the same bed which would often lead to close cuddling and Adam gently kissing your face as you slept. Nights without you were tough, every so often you’d travel to your mother’s home to help your younger brother with his schoolwork. The bed always felt so empty and cold. Adam would scoop up your cat Freddie for warmth despite her meows of protest. 

“What book are you reading?” you asked sitting in the chair opposite him with your feet up on a stool. Adam looked at the cover of the book. “A f-f-forbidden romance.” 

Your face flushed red hot. The book was one a close friend of yours had given to you before she had gotten married. She had told you it had all the details you needed to know about being with a man. You’d read it too of course, a single woman living on her own with only her cat to keep her company. You’d longed for a companion who’d treat you as Henry treated Alice. But you were shocked Adam had taken an interest in it. 

“It’s quite a read,” you stammered your gaze lowered down to the tips of your socked toes.  

“Freddie f-found it under your bed,” Adam stated. You glared over at your cat who was peacefully sleeping by the fire. “What do you think of it?” you questioned, curiosity in your voice. 

Adam smiled, “I like it, I’ve r-r-read it a few times.” Somehow your cheeks got hotter. So, he’s read that scene and that scene? 

“I like the relationship between H-Henry and A-Alice,” Adam continued. In that moment you regretted teaching this man to read. “I think that we are s-similar to them.” 

For the first time since you walked in the door your eyes met Adam’s who had been looking at you this whole time. “How so?” you questioned nervously. 

Adam smiled, “They lay in bed together and they l-love each other.” You couldn’t help but smile back at him. Yes, there are many erotic scenes in the book but at the core of it all is love, and that was something you’d felt for Adam ever since you’d met him. 

“They also do other things in bed together,” you pointed out. Now was Adam’s turn to blush. He broke eye contact with you and turned his gaze to the fire. 

“Y-yes, it’s quite enjoyable t-to read,” Adam admitted. You let out a little giggle. He smiled at you loving the sound of your laugh. 

- 

Adam lay on the bed watching you slip on your nightgown. The cottage was small meaning there wasn’t anywhere to hide when dressing or undressing. You had made Adam turn around the first few months of living together but you’d gotten so used to each other it didn’t seem to bother you anymore. Adam loved to admire you stripping off each item of clothing, his eyes always lingering between your legs and chest. 

You slipped under the covers next to Adam. He pulled you into his chest. You allowed your head to rest in the crook of his neck. 

He whispered your name. You looked up at him. He leaned his face closer to yours, your noses touching. “Yes?” 

“I-I-I wish to kiss you,” he whispered. Before you could react, Adam had pressed his lips to yours. You allowed your eyes to flutter shut enjoying the feeling of his kiss, which you can only assume he learned from Henry. You reached your hands up to cup his face. Adam pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours. 

“I-I’d like to t-touch you as Henry touches Alice,” Adam expressed. 

“Adam, we don’t have to do anything more if you do not wish,” you whispered caressing his cheek with your thumbs. “I-I want to,” Adam replied. He put both hands on your waist and lifted you onto his lap. As you straddled him you could feel him hardening beneath you.  

Adams hands travelled up your thighs pushing your nightgown up and over your head. There you sat. Completely naked on top of a man you promised your grandfather you’d look after. But it seemed this man was happier looking after you. 

Adam cupped both your breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently, looking at you for reassurance. You placed your hands over his urging him to squeeze a bit harder. Adam obeyed squeezing harder and rubbing his thumbs over your hardened nipples. He watched your face carefully for your reactions. 

You began to grind against his lap. Your clit rubbing against his clothed cock. You both moaned in unison. Although Adam was trying to remember everything from the book, he allowed his natural instincts to take over. 

Adam slipped down between your legs lying flat on the bed with your thighs on each side of his head. “Adam-Oh!” Adam pulled your hips down lips and tongue now working their magic between your legs. Licking and flicking your clit with his tongue, you were glad you lived out in the middle of the woods as you could’ve been certain the whole world would know Adam’s name. 

Of course, the sound of his name and your incoherent moans only urged Adam to go faster. His licks were consistent. If you didn’t know any better, you’d have thought he had done this professionally. He definitely read that book more than a few times. 

With one last “oh Adam!” you came all over his tongue. Adam groaned in delight happily licking every last drop you gave him. You had to un-straddle his face as he was more than happy to continue. He sat up and looked at you with the biggest smile on his face. He wiped his mouth clean with the sleeve of his shirt. 

Out of breath and panting you took a moment to look at the man before you. When you had first met him, he was shy, hurt and wouldn’t dare touch you, now he sits before you the happiest he’s ever been, eager to continue. 

“May we continue?” Adam spoke. You nodded before helping him pull his tunic and undergarments off. His stitching and scars on full display. There you both sat, stark naked, eyes hungry and lustful. 

Adam pulled you onto his lap once more holding your face as he crashed his lips against yours. Eager, so very eager. 

Adam placed both his hands on your ass lifting you down to lay on the bed, never breaking his lips from yours. You could feel him hot and hard prodding your entrance.  

“Adam please,” you begged. He obeyed, slipping himself slowly, inch by inch into you stretching you out slowly. His forehead rested against yours watching for your reaction. As his hips finally met yours, he stopped, savouring the feeling of your warmth and wetness around him. 

He moaned your name and connected your lips together again. Adam began to thrust into you, agonisingly slow at first as if to test the waters. 

“Faster please Adam,” you groaned against his lips. Adam picked up his pace. Your hands found their way to his shoulder blades holding him close to you. Your breasts pressed against his chest. 

Adam couldn’t believe the pleasure he was feeling all because of you, his saviour, his angel. His groans began to get louder as he reached closer and closer to his climax. 

The wet sound of Adam thrusting into you mixed with your moans and gasps along with the sound of the crackling fire filled the room.  

With one last groan of your name his hips pushed against yours as he came inside of you. He collapsed on top of you in exhaustion nuzzling his face into your neck as you traced your fingers over the scars on his back. 

- 

The water rippled as your hand moved across the surface of the bath water to find Adam’s hand, interlocking your fingers. 

You lay with your back pressed against Adam’s chest his arms holding you tightly to him. Being as tall as he was Adam couldn’t fully lay down in the tub his knees poked through the surface of the water with your legs resting between them. 

Adam lay sweet soft kissed against your temples and cheeks. 

“Do you think Henry and Alice would be proud of us?” you wondered jokingly. You could feel Adam’s smile against your cheek. 

“I think so, although Henry did not accurately describe how incredible it made me feel,” Adam replied his head resting against your temple.  

“And how did it feel?” you pried.  

“The happiest any man or monster could ever feel.” 

With no creator to hold him hostage the creature roamed the earth. In search of what, he was unsure. Perhaps he could find a home, a meaning or even a companion. 

As he walked, he noticed the snow begin to melt beneath his leather boots. Trees whose branches were bare began to flower producing petals that would fall and catch in the creature’s hair. 

Animals the creature had only seen illustrations of appeared in the forest. Birds sang a new and beautiful tune in the flowering trees while white spotted fawns pranced in the growing grass. 

The creature was at one with nature. The animals did not fear him but accepted them into their home. Saw him as an equal. A being misunderstood by humanity. 

Snap. 

The creature looked in the direction of the sound. For a split second he thought he saw a pair of human eyes staring at him. He moved cautiously closer. But no one was to be seen. 

Another snap. This one further away. Adam looked up to see a female figure running in the opposite direction away from him. 

Adam turned his gaze down to the forest floor. He’d scared off yet another human. 

- 

Adam wandered in the figure’s direction. The sun had begun to set creating a medley of pinks and oranges in the sky. 

As the trees began to clear, a large Georgian country house came into view.  

Adam stepped cautiously closer hoping to observe from afar. The house seemed mostly empty. As he got closer to the rear of the home, he noticed a girl dressed in maid uniform sitting at the back door, her mouth smeared with red juice. She locks eyes with him. 

“You promise you won’t tell Lady Ellington, will you?” you plead desperately, a half-eaten strawberry in one hand. The creature shook his head silently, amazed that this girl didn’t run or scream. 

You sigh, “Thank you. I promise I didn’t steal them...I just picked a few extra. Fran won’t notice she’s practically blind anyway, she’s the head maid. Are you the new stable boy?” 

“Y-yes,” Adam stuttered. 

“Would you like one?” you reached your arm out with a fresh, bright red strawberry in hand to Adam. He gently took it from you. You patted the seat next to you. Shy at first Adam sat on the doorstep beside you.  

“Cheers,” you said grabbing another strawberry from your apron and tipping it off Adam’s. Adam watched as you bit into the strawberry, its juices dripping down your hand. He mirrored your actions biting into the fruit. Adam’s eyes widened. He’d never tasted anything so sweet and delicious before. Chewing slowly to savour the flavour. 

“Aren’t they divine?” you chuckled, patting your face dry with a napkin you had hidden in your side pocket. 

The juices dribbled down Adam’s chin as he chewed. He looked back into the forest wondering where he could find more of this “divine” fruit. 

“Oh, do you mind if I?” you gesture with the napkin. Adam looks at you confused, the corners of his mouth dripping with juice. You reach over and softly tap the juices away from his chin. Adam admires you as you do. Noticing every hair, pore, line and curve of your face. You’re a true beauty he’d only ever read about in books. 

“P-pretty,” Adam whispers. You blush turning your face away from him. Adam puts his fingers on the side of your chin gently moving your face back to look at him, wanting to admire you for hours on end. Your face flushes having never been so close to a man before.  

“You have such lovely brown eyes,” you sputtered. 

“I-” Adam began but was quickly cut off by the sound of horse hooves dragging a carriage in the distance. You abruptly stand up and wipe down your apron and backside. 

“That’ll be Lady Ellington back from the ball. I need to ready her bath,” you state. Adam rises trying to hide his annoyance with the disturbance. 

“Th-thank you.” Adam says. You smile up at him placing a handful of berries into his hand. 

“I hope I get to see you again.” 

Adam smiles back, “I’d l-like th-that-t" 

“You’re not really the stable boy, are you?” 

Adam shakes his head.  

“I thought so, you’re too tall-” 

Your name is called from inside the house.  

“That’ll be Fran,” you sigh. 

You jump onto your tippy toes and place a kiss on Adam’s cheek. 

“Remember not to tell anyone,” you whisper before escaping into the house. 

Adam places a hand to his cheek where your lips once were. His stomach flutters with butterflies. 

- 

Adam returned at your door the following day in hopes of seeing you once again. As the sun began to disappear into the horizon the creature doubted your return. Perhaps simply the thought of seeing his scarred face was enough to keep you hidden in the stone walls of the Ellington house. 

Adam looked down at the small bouquet of daffodils in his hand. As he turned to walk away the door creaked open.  

“Hello again friend,” you said stepping down the steps by the door. You held out your hand to the creature. “Come sit.” 

Taking your hand Adam sat beside you on the steps. He thrust the bouquet in front of you. 

“F-for y-you.” 

Your eyes lit up and you smiled suppressing a squeal of delight. Adam felt warmness in his chest as you took the flowers from him. 

“Thank you,” you whispered holding the bouquet to your chest. “I love daffodils. They always remind me of my mother.” 

“I-I picked-d them be-be-because they remind m-me of your s-smile,” Adam stuttered. He looked up at you and couldn’t help but mirror your look of delight. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been given flowers before, especially not by a man,” you admitted. Adam was surprised by this information having assumed you must have suitors calling for you and presenting you with lavish gifts regularly.  

Breaking him from his thoughts you leaned over and pressed your lips to his temple. Adam’s heart pounded in his chest as you pulled away. He stared at your lips wanting nothing more than to feel the touch of them against his, to hold you close and feel- 

Your name was called from inside the house. 

“Apologies I must go, I think Lady Ellington needs help unlacing her corset.”  

Adam’s heart sank knowing it’ll be another 24 hours before he gets to see you again. The call for your name turns from a shout to a scream. 

“Thank you for the flowers I’ll see you tomorrow.” You gave Adam a quick hug before running back inside. 

“I’m coming my Lady,” you exclaimed. 

Adam sat left alone yet again on the doorsteps.  

- 

The both of you had made it a habit of seeing each other every evening, conversing for hours on end often leading to you falling asleep on Adam’s shoulder. You gave him a purpose, a reason to keep living, a reason to love. 

As Adam made his evening walk up to the Ellington estate, he heard orchestral music playing from inside the house.  

As he raised his fist to knock on the wooden door the door springs open. 

“Adam!” you hug him tightly then take his hand. 

“Do you hear the music? The lady is hosting a ball! I can’t be away for too long as we are awfully busy managing so many guests but come look.” You drag him over to the side of the house.  

Through the massive ornate glass window lords and ladies dance in elegant and lavish clothing. There are tables full of carefully decorated and brightly coloured desserts and drinks. A full orchestra and conductor in the corner playing beautiful melodies. 

“Oh, I wish I could join them,” you expressed, humming along with the music. Although it did cross Adam’s mind to drag you in to join the party, he quickly discarded that idea knowing the consequences of a maid and her sewn together friend taking to the dance floor. 

Adam observed a man in a tailcoat bow and offer his hand to a lady dressed in a frilly red gown. The lady curtsied taking the man’s hand. He led her to the dancefloor. 

“Ugh I did spend so long getting the colour of those cakes right. Lady Ellington was so specific about the pink-” you turned to see Adam bow and offer his hand to you. You glanced back at the window making sure no one noticed the two of you outside. They were all too busy twirling around or stuffing their faces with cakes you and Fran had spent hours decorating. 

You curtsy grabbing your skirt that was still stained with icing sugar. You take Adam’s hand and he pulls you in close to dance. You place your hand on his shoulder while his rests on your waist. You both sway to the music attempting to mirror the dancers inside. 

“Adam, I must admit I do not know how to dance.” 

Adam leans down to press his forehead against yours. “Nor do I... but in this moment the only th-thing that m-matters in this world is y-you.” 

You move your head back an inch to look into his eyes. The tips of your noses touching. 

“I hope you won’t find it rude for me to ask, but... would you kiss me?” you whisper. Adam moves his head down slowly and gently meeting his lips to yours. You move your hands to cup his face and to pull him in to deepen the kiss. Adams hands rest on your waist pressing your body against his. 

Behind you the guest continued their dances. Their bright fashionably clothing a contrast to your maid uniform and Adam’s dark tattered clothing. 

You pull apart, resting your foreheads together once more. 

“I must go,” you whisper. “The rest of the staff will be looking for me.” 

“P-please stay.” There’s a desperation and sadness in his voice. You can’t help but hesitate. 

You look back at the party. Lords and Ladies are drinking and eating excessively with no care of their messiness. You know you will be the one to clean it up. 

“I can stay with you a little while longer.” 

A smile creeps back onto Adam’s face. He takes your hand pulling you towards the forest. The sound of the music and chatter fades as more and more trees surround you. 

He stops at a small clearing in the trees and turns to you. He cups your face with both hands rubbing your cheeks with his thumbs. 

“I have never felt such a f-feeling before. This new unfamiliar feeling love, I feel it so intensely and entirely when I look into your eyes. I read about it in many books, but I did not think it real, until I met y-you. Now, I truly know what it means to love.” 

You are taken aback by his words not knowing what else to say, “I love you, Adam.” 

He leans his head down lips mere centimetres from yours. “I love you too.” 

He kisses you more intensely than before. You wrap your arms around him your bodies pressed into one another. Adam breaks the kiss to lay his fur covering onto the forest floor. 

“I wish to do something I have dreamed about ever since we met.” 

He picks you up bridal style and lays you on the fur. Adam kneels before you. He gently parts your legs. You shiver as his hands glide up your thighs grabbing onto the sides of your underwear. Your face red hot as your lower half is completely exposed to the nature around you and Adam’s hungry eyes. 

“Do you wish that I would not touch you?” Adam asked pulling your underwear up and off your feet 

“No, I’ve just never done such a thing before...I thought perhaps I’d be married when the time came.” 

Adam smiled down at you, “Nor have I, but I promise you I will not degrade you nor do I wish to harm you. I promise you my love I intend on marrying you.” 

You smile back at him. Your worries of the Ellington house far gone as all that matters in this moment is the man kneeling before you. 

“I hope I can p-please you,” Adam says crouching down once more so close you feel his breath on your clit. Your breath hitches as he licks from your entrance to the hood of your clit. You feel him smile against you as you lay back and look up at the stars through the branches of the trees. 

Adam begins to lap at your clit moaning at the taste of your wetness. He gently sucks and flicks his tongue. He places one arm on your torso to hold you down as you wriggle and moan. Adam uses his other hand to slip a single digit in and out as he continues his tongues attention on your clit. Adding another finger, he picks up the pace as your moans get louder. 

“Oh Adam,” you yell as you cum on his fingers and tongue. The birds once sitting in nearby trees flying off at the loud sound. 

Adam gives you one last flat tongued lick and sucking his fingers before framing his arms on either side of your head. His smile almost cocky as you panted underneath him still coming down from your orgasm. 

He placed a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“May I continue?” he asked as if asking for you to pass the salt at the dinner table.  

You let out a breathy laugh, “You may.” 

Adam sat back on his knees pulling his tunic over his head exposing his scarred and stitched torso. You sat up to admire him. Moonlight being the only source of light, he looked like he was sculpted from marble. 

You mirrored his actions taking your uniform and undergarments off leaving you fully naked before him. 

Adam lent down once more his naked body pressed against yours. You could feel him long and hard against your inner thigh. 

With his lips hovering over yours he guided himself into you, slowly inch by inch. Any time you would flinch or groan he’d back away slightly only going further based on your reactions. 

As Adam’s pelvis met yours, he kissed you gently moaning into the kiss at the feeling of you soaked, warm and wrapped around him. Breaking the kiss, he pressed his forehead to yours slowly moving his hips, watching your face for any signs of discomfort. 

His thrusts began increasing as you moaned louder. Adam’s own moans increasing as he reached closer and closer to orgasm. 

The only sound filling the forest was flesh slapping against flesh and the sounds of your pleasure.  

Adam pressed his lips against yours as he released inside of you. You wrapped your arms around him as he collapsed on top of you. You pet his hair as he panted, his face buried into your neck. 

“I don’t ever want this to end,” you whisper, combing your fingers through Adam’s locks. 

“Then let us wed, be with one another until the end of time.” 

You smile turning to face Adam who was staring at you with doe eyes. You place a kiss on the tip of his nose. 

“I love you, Adam.”