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Lute loved being with Adam. But sometimes he could be a struggle to deal with. In other words, a pain in the ass. The two had originally planned a little time out. And when Adam wasn't responding to her flurry of messages, she began to worry. Especially because the first day she met him, he was always on his phone. Or at the very least; kept it by his side. Lute slid her thumb across the screen, unlocking it and quickly opening her contacts. Her foot was tapping nervously while she bit at the skin of her lip.
L: Sir.
L: Sir I'm ready. Should I go now?
L: Do you need more time??
L: It's rude to ignore my messages, you know.
L: Sir?
L: Adam.??
3 missed calls.
“Cmon, pick up you dick..” She grumbled, impatiently ringing him once more. After a bit, the call went to voicemail. Lute was always strongly trusting of her gut, and right now that gut instinct was telling her something was wrong. So, a lot quicker than she would like to admit, she was out the door and starting her car. She checked her phone one more time just to make sure, and unsurprisingly found she was still stuck on delivered.
A few minutes of reckless driving, and she was there. Luckily Lute had a spare key to his house for situations like this. Considering Adam wasn't always the most stable person, they both thought it would be necessary to have spare keys. She unlocked the door, barging in only to immediately be hit with the strong smell of beer. Adam was sitting on the living room couch, bent forward with his head in his hands. Cans of beer as well as who knows what were scattered across the coffee table and floor, and the man responsible for that looked miserable.
“Adam..”
She sighed, walking over and sitting down next to him. That's when he finally looked up. His bright, golden eyes were now an auburn dark color. If that wasn't bad enough, his eye bags were significantly worse than usual.
“Lute?” He spoke up softly, his voice an uneven slur as he tried to make out her face in full.
“Fuck. Adam.. You're drunk as shit. Let me help you.” She commanded, her hand finding a way to his own. He only flinched and retracted his hand.
“Don't.. Damn it—I don't need your help! Christ..!” He managed to get out before a tight feeling tugged at his stomach and throat. Lute quickly grabbed a trash can that was beside the couch and pushed it in front of him. Insuring that—if he did throw up, it wouldn't be all over his overly expensive rug. He would absolutely be pissed.
He lurched forward, gagging and throwing up in the trash bin. She simply rubbed his back, soothing his nerves gently. While they sat there in silence for a minute and Adam finished puking, Lute couldn't help but worry about how much worse it could have been if she didn't show up. Another point for trusting her gut.
When he was finished, she took a wet wipe to his mouth and cleaned his face off. At first Adam wasn't being cooperative whatsoever. But if anyone out there could handle him, it was her.
“Cmon, you need rest. Clearly lots of it too.”
He opened his mouth to protest, until she shot him a glare hard enough to make him forget what he was going to say in the first place. Shuffling back on the couch, Lute picked up a couple couch cushions and began to readjust them. If she was going to be sleeping on the couch tonight, might as well make it comfortable.
“What are you doing?” He blinked. Her nose scrunched up slightly at the strong smell of beer.
“Making the couch more comfortable so I can sleep too.”
“You're staying?” He sounded surprised, as if people commonly just up and left. The thought made her throat dry.
“Of course I am. I didn't drive all the way here for nothing.”
She grabbed a fuzzy throw blanket off the edge of the couch, sitting down and wrapping it around herself before patting her thigh. He took the hint and crawled across the couch, resting his head on her chest. It was an odd feeling for him, no matter how many times they slept together. Of course, not in a bad way at all. But Adam wasn't exactly the cuddly type before Lute came along. So he was still adjusting to it. She wrapped the blanket around him as well, taking her hand and raking it through his messy, dark brown hair. He absolutely loved it when she did that, the feeling being kind of like a massage. He let his eyes droop shut, finally letting the tiredness take over.
Adam found it was much easier to sleep like this.
“Lute..?”
“Hm?”
“You'll be here in the morning, right?”
She nodded, leaning her head down slightly to give him a forehead kiss.
“Of course, Adam.”
“Luteeee..?” He spoke up again after a moment of silence, making her breathlessly chuckle.
“Yes?”
“I'm— sorry..” His voice cracked, a clear sign of the struggle it took for him to say those two words. Lute looked quite surprised at that, since she knew Adam wasn't one to apologize.
“What's the catch..?”
“None..” He hiccupped, continuing to speak. “Just.. We were supposed to have a date today and I…-”
“No, Adam, it's not your fault.” She sighed and gave his hand a little squeeze. “Sure, this whole… habit of yours? It needs to be broken. But I don't expect you to want to go out feeling like shit. We have the rest of our lives to go on dates. I think skipping one is alright.”
He nodded, lifting his head up to plant a kiss on her jaw before resting back on her chest. His eyes felt heavy, and he was certainly too comfortable to move.
“Goodnight babes.”
“Goodnight Adam. I'll be here. And in the morning I'll help you clean up this mess alright?”
He didn't respond, already fast asleep.