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Piercing Emotions

Chapter 18: Playing Doctor

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The first day of the rest of your life had been more exhausting than you'd expected. You drank a fair amount of the sticky, sweet, liquid and you fell asleep many times during the day and night. One time when you awoke, Adam was leaning over you. He was brushing his hands through your hair and you smiled as your eyes drifted downwards. He was wearing a white lab coat with an ancient-looking stethoscope around his neck. He had a blue hair bonnet which barely contained his wild hair.

"Are we playing Doctor?" you chided, half awake.

Adam smiled sweetly at you.

"No, darling. I am going for a supply run." When your eyebrows knit together in confusion he elaborated. "I pose as a doctor to gain entrance to the hospital. I have an arrangement with a blood doctor there."

You sat up, uncovering yourself.

"What are you doing?" he indulged.

"Going with you," you answered. You searched the room for clothes.

"I hardly think so, my love," Adam smirked. "It isn't safe."

"Then you shouldn't go either," you countered. You stood and grabbed some clothes off the floor. "Come on," you winked, grabbing his hand. "I could be your nurse."

He licked his lips as his eyes flickered over your nearly-naked form.

"No," he managed to sound almost authoritative. "I won't risk you."

"But you'll risk you?" you asked.

"Yes," he responded without hesitation.

"Adam," you said, all joking aside. You grasped the bullet necklace in your hand. "If you risk your life, you risk mine." You saw his face register what this meant. You had adopted his simple philosophy: If you died, he died; if he died, you died. It was simple, elegant, just like Adam himself.

"That's not fair," he said weakly. You finished finding clothes and put them on.

"I think it's incredibly fair, equal even," you said calmly. You could tell your devotion to him was still an uneasy subject for him. For some reason he could promise himself to you, but did not fully understand the extent to which you would do the same. "Where's another lab coat I can borrow?" you asked.

You walked up to him and snaked your hands around his neck, pulling him closer.

"We are in this together," you said. "Forever."

At the sound of the familiar word, Adam's resolve crumbled.

"In the closet," he murmured. His eyes darted to the closet behind you. You stood on tip toe to kiss his lips.

"Thanks," you said. You went to the closet and flicked on the light. There were several outfits in there, none of which pertained to Adam's actual profession. You grabbed the other coat which you could tell would be far too long on you, and examined it. You felt two hands wrap around your waist and lips kiss your neck.

"Dr. Faust?" you asked, examining the embroidered name. "A little on the nose, isn't it?"

"Perhaps, although still enjoyable," Adam chuckled. You turned to him.

"Dr. Caligari?" you chided, noticing the name on his jacket. "Your love of the old films and stories never ceases to amaze," you smiled.

He leaned in and kissed your forehead. He took your hand and led you down the stairs and into his car. As he drove, he spoke about your adventure.

"I enter, avoid as many people as possible, get to the lab, pay him, and leave," he explained. "In and out."

"You've never had any problems?" you asked. 

"No," he replied. "I pay him well enough that that is not an issue."

You nodded, suddenly feeling apprehensive even with Adam's assurance.

It wasn't a long drive to the hospital, and you parked in the back. Adam led you through a back door that was propped open by a crate. He led you through half-lit hallways. That familiar hospital smell stung your nose, now more pungent than ever. You wanted to gag. You did not encounter many people in the hallways and those that you did were not interested in you or Adam.  You snaked your way through the different halls until you reached the lab. Adam walked in without knocking and you followed. He walked silently up behind the man in the chair and waited. The man was a smaller, African American gentleman who seemed very interested in whatever was under his microscope. He suddenly sat upright and turned, nearly jumping out of his skin when he saw you and Adam. As he stood, the chair slid back a ways, but Adam stopped it with a cool hand.

"I... was expecting you soon," he said in a low voice.

Adam said nothing. He nodded to the bag he had brought and the doctor nodded. The doctor walked over to the cabinet and fished out his keys.

"Who's your friend?" he asked, glancing at you. You tried to smile, feeling that he must be intimidated by Adam.

"The blood," was all Adam said. The doctor rolled his eyes but opened the refrigerated cabinet.

"I don't know how I feel about unexpected guests," he said, giving you a suspicious glare.

"She's with me," Adam said aggressively.

"Look, man," the doctor said, "I can barely handle one of you freaks. I can't have unexpected people just popping up whenever they--"

He was cut off by Adam's swift movement of his hand on the man's throat. You gasped quietly.

"I said, she's with me," Adam repeated. You felt like you should help the man, but at the same time, that vicious protective and possessive edge of Adam was something that sent tingles down your spine.

"Three pints of O negative," the doctor finally choked out. "No problem." Adam released him, dropping his hand to his side. The doctor stepped back. He went to the cabinet and pulled out a few canisters. He started piling the silver canisters you'd seen at Adam's into his bag. "Should keep for a while, it's quite fresh, and clean."  

Adam closed the bag quickly and fished into his pocket for an enormous amount of cash. He tossed it to the doctor who caught it as if he had done it a thousand times - and perhaps he had.

"Pleasure doing business with you," the doctor said, flickering his glance to you. "And nice to meet you, Doctor... Faust." He smirked and you shrugged with a small smile.

Adam turned and started to head out the door. You followed him silently. Once you were both safely in the car, you felt better.

"Did you need to be so... aggressive?" you asked, thinking of the poor doctor.

Adam glanced at you and frowned.

"You don't approve," he guessed.

"I mean.... I think you could have been nicer," you conceded.

Adam sighed. He moved his hand to cover yours.

"I'm sorry," he said. "When I thought there might be a problem, all I could think about was protecting you. It was stupid."

You smiled, not being able to help it.

"It was sort of sweet," you replied. "And kinda sexy," you admitted, feeling a blush come to your cheeks.

Adam arched an eyebrow at you and you turned to look out the window, suddenly feeling hot. He brought your hand to his lips and kissed it.

Once you got inside and unloaded the blood, Adam poured you both a glass. You clinked glasses before downing the small amount of liquid. The taste and sensation were incredible. It was like nothing you'd ever experienced, and you wondered if you would ever get used to it. You hoped not. Then you saw Adam looking at you. It was a different kind of hunger in his eyes. You knew you would never be used to being looked at that way, and you loved it.

Adam grabbed you and kissed you. You wrapped yourself around him tight as he carried you to the bed. Everything was heightened after feeding and you felt Adam around you, filling you up completely in every sense. You made love passionately and fiercely. You grabbed onto him, kissed him, felt him. He was everything in that and all moments. Your breaths came in short gasps as you brought each other closer and closer to climax before spilling over the edge muttering each others names into your mouths.

"I love you, Dr. Caligari," you smiled, kissing Adam everywhere you could reach.

"I love you, Dr. Faust," he smirked. He caught your chin in his forefinger and thumb and tilted your head up to meet his eyes. When he whispered forever, you knew that it would always feel like the first time he said it every single time.