Les Liasons Dangereues (Adela)

[Josef Ibn-Abad]

The knock at the door caused Josefs head to peek from behind the loveseat and stare down the small hallway. He knew who would be knocking, he smelled the chinese food from here. Though he did not want to get off Adela, both of them were absolutely hungry. They could not just frolic around forever and not eat... could they? Perhaps they gained extra werewolf stamina and could days without eating if they were mating? Nah. Josef laughed at his thoughts and slowly climbed off of Adela. He had used the last few moments to simply rest between wrestling matches and had the delivery man not shown when he had, they may have been at it once more. His body was covered in sweat, his hair a mess and there were more scratch marks across his chest, abs, hips, buttocks and back and a couple bite marks mixed in. So Adela was a spitfire... Josef loved it.

The clothes were scattered about like a tornado had ripped through the home. Instead of doing what a decent person would have done, Josef grabbed a painting and covered the lower front of him and simply walked to the front door. Having snagged his wallet, he grabbed what Euro's he personally had and answered. Whether it was the naked man with a painting or the 'I just got some' glow on Josefs face, the delivery man turned pale white. His eyes widened as he began to stutter. Abad, even more proud handed the young man the money. The man gave Josef the bag, his change and simply stared at the Syrian.

"What can I say? Chicks dig the Arab tooshy!"

With that he closed the door, his bare buttocks flashing the man as it shut and he walked back into the main room where Adela sat waiting. Setting the painting down carefully, he went back to the coffee table and set the bag down. Ok so after a session of love, Abad had no shame! So what! Heading into the kitchen, he grabbed some forts, tissues and a couple Sodas and came back out and set them down. "Now about your own room. You can have one for your paintings but we share the same bed! We don't go to sleep angry. You can have seventy percent of the closet space if I get a back rub every tuesday and thursday. I'll make the bed in the morning, all you do is fluff the pillows." He said laughing as he began putting the food on the table, "Those are my rules." He laughed. So it took two hours to respond. Hey! His body had been doing the talking...

[tinkerbell]

Adela leaned back into the couch as Josef pushed himself off of her. Her cheeks were red and her heir was disheveled. Her hands covering her face, Adela shook her head and laughed. Wow. It was so different with Josef than with anyone she’d ever been with. Not just the sex but, oh! The sex was good. It was so truthful and meaningful. Not to mention instinctual and heavy. But, everything else was perfect. They connected on an intellectual level. And physically they were a perfect match. Adela was tall and skinny and often had trouble finding a physical match. But there were no problems there. They fit together like a puzzle. Adela blushed and the giggled softly to herself. She heard him say something about an Arab tooshy and then the door shut behind him. Adela sat up on the couch and her mouth dropped. “Josef! My painting!” She mumbled something angrily in German and snatched it up from where he’d sat it. “You could have grabbed a towel!” She held the painting out in front of her and looked it over. This was a two by three foot work she’d done several months ago. It was during a time when she still didn’t really comprehend what had happened to her. The painting was dark and textured, black and red. “Towel, Josef, towel.” She stared at him, her eyes fierce. But, inside she was laughing. She just didn’t want him to know it. Adela snatched a box of rice and sweet and sour chicken away from him and sat down on the couch. “Yeah well, we’ll see if your back can take any more of my massages after the first month. And I still get seventy percent of the closet. You have to let me hang paintings in your office. And Barnie gets to come,” She pointed her fork towards the fish bowl. “No Barnie, no Adela. Even though he hates me for what I am, I still love him.” Adela stuff her mouth full of rice and chicken and ate quietly for a few minutes. Soon, with her stomach full, she was feeling exhausted. She set the empty box down on the table and curled up quietly, leaning her head on his broad shoulder. “The next two weeks are going to be unbearable. Just awful,” She looked up at him and kissed his jaw bone. “But, I guess I can make it two weeks if that means I get to be in New York, with my own room, after that. Question five!" She turned towards him, excited to be renewing their game of twenty questions, "Where's the one place you want to go that you've never been!"

[Josef Ibn-Abad]

He dug right into his white rice and kung pao chicken. Rice was a precious commodity in the Arab states. It actually stopped some people from starvation and besides, it may have been bland but it was filling. Rice mixed with essentially - anything was good. Chicken, beef, vegetables, literally anything.

"Where's the one place you want to go that you've never been!"

The question got him thinking. Where did he want to go that he had never been. Each place he thought of, he had already been. Well, with the exception of one place. "I've always wanted to visit Ireland. It didn't matter which part but Ireland or maybe... Scotland." He smiled. "We could dress up in Kilts and walk down the street using cliche Irish accents. You know, the kind that people know we're messing around?" His eyes beamed with a glean as he smiled, "An arab in a kilt! Now there is definitely something you don't see on a daily basis."

"Besides," he said finishing a bite, "We could always role play with the kilt. I can be your innocent foreign tourist and you're my kinky Irish guide with the sexy french accent?" He took a few more bites before pulling out the egg rolls, "My turn. You've run out of gas. You were able to get your car to the gas station but you have no money. LIke at all. No cards, no cash. How do you find the means to pay for the gas? Do you call someone and ask them for some help or do you show off your..." Josefs eyes fell to Adelas legs, "... your legs and seduce the man into giving you free gas?"

[tinkerbell]

Adela grinned from ear to ear at the handsome man sharing her couch. She could tell she was breaking through some invisible barriers with Josef. She didn't know how exactly she was doing it but she certainly didn't regret it. For a moment, she remembered back to the first night they had met. Josef had been stone cold and yet so hot at the same time. His temper terrified her. It seemed that he could be violent and yet so stone cold all at once. And on the other end, his temper turned her on a little bit. She didn't at all mind getting rough in bed. But now, he was being absolutely silly. Adela watched him as he went on about kilts and Scotland. She didn't really hear the words he spoke, but his tone made her laugh. "Role play? I've never tried that..." For most of the sexual encounters during her short life, Adela had been too drunk to remember much, let alone put on a persona. But, Josef didn't need to know that. He didn't need to know anything about her past sex life. There was very little about the parts she remembered that she was proud of. The werewolf bit her lip and looked up, just as Josef began to ask his question. She considered it briefly. "Well, I think it's a bit of a trick question." Adela turned her body towards him and put on the puppy dog eyes and lips, "Why on earth would you, my lover and alpha and all the things that encompasses, allow me to drive a car that is low on fuel. And second! Why don't I have any money, Mr. Big Bag CFO of a Big Bad Bank? I don't think the situation would ever happen. And if it did..." She bit down on her lip hard and playfully snarled at him, "I'll call you and you'd come and get me. No questions asked. Now...." She reached up and stroked the side of his face with her finger tips, "Where do you see yourself in five years and.... in five minutes?" Adela hoped she already knew the answer to the second part of the question... An image of her bed popped into her head. Certainly, in five years, she hoped nothing would change between the two of them. Well, maybe somethings would have to change. Could they keep up the sex? Well, they could try.

[Josef Ibn-Abad]

His breathing was harsh and heavy. Sweat beaded across his body once more and a sheet loosely covered his lower half and Adelas upper half. The two were sprawled out across her bed in an x position. His hand slid up and down her thigh which lay across his abdomen as he struggled to regain his breath. How in the world did this happen again? Well... truth be told, Adela did ask where he saw himself in five minutes and he rightfully answered that part of the question. His chest heaved, his muscles tightened and his eyes stared up at the ceiling above. He was tired... actually tired and yet at the same time felt as though he were wide awake. This was by far an intriguing feeling.

"In five years?" He asked aloud. He had not thought that far out in the future. Was there a right answer if he never had one to begin with? "Given the current financial state of my bank, the recent developments in my personal life, I see myself living in New York and leading a good life." Ok so that was not much of an answer. "Basically I like my life as it is. I dont want to be uber rich and I dont want to be uber poor. Im finally comfortable. I mean - I want to be able to support myself and... my mate." He gave her a look. Did Adela want to be 'supported' or would she want to do things on her own? There was little choice in the matter. She would have her own bank account and money would be placed into it but what she did with the funds was up to her. Spend or save, that would be her call but as long as she was with him, Adela Jager would never have to fret about not being able to pay a bill or save for food.

Pushing himself onto his elbows his eyes locked onto Adelas with the most serious of natures, "Let me ask you a serious question for a minute, how do you feel about that? Me supporting you? Will you object or will i need to get sneaky with it?" He let out a soft chuckle and gave her a playful wink but even with this small antics, the question was serious. How was their financial relationship going to work. Would Adela accept Josef's money?

[tinkerbell]

Adela's light blue-green eyes were hidden behind the arm that covered her face. Moisture had begun to collect all over her body as she tried to cool off from what had just happened. As his hand ran up and down her thigh, she shivered. There was no way they could keep this up for more than another week. Maybe a month but definitely not longer than that. She was exhausted, physically and emotionally. And her thighs were beginning to hurt. She closed her legs, smiling at Josef's warm skin beneath them. Yup, she would be hurting tomorrow. But now, if she could just continue to block out the light, Adela was ready to rest...."Given the current financial state of my bank, the recent developments in my personal life, I see myself living in New York and leading a good life." What the hell was he talking about? Oh, right. Her question. Leading the good life, what did that mean? Kids? Pack? What? But, she was too tired to question him further. Tomorrow. "Let me ask you a serious question for a minute, how do you feel about that? Me supporting you? Will you object or will i need to get sneaky with it?" No. She didn't want to be serious. She wanted to sleep. Adela sighed and pulled her arm from her face. The werewolf sat up, holding the sheets over her chest. She looked Josef dead in the eyes, her rosy lips pursed slightly. "You should never be sneaky with me, Josef Abad," Adela smiled, "It will only end up badly for you." She swung her legs away from him and laid down by his side, resting her head just below his collar bone. She closed her eyes and sighed, listening to the soothing rhythm of his heart beating. Adela was quiet for several moments and almost started to fall asleep before she remember she had not finished answering his question. "I want a job. A good one. And I want to paint. Maybe I'll teach. I'll make my own money. Help with the house and the bills. If you're looking for a prissy housewife who only cleans and cooks and pops out babies, you're in love with the wrong girl." She placed her hand on his chest on his chest and looked up at him with a grin on her face, "We need to be equal. I don't care how much money you make. I help. End of the story, Josef."

[Josef Ibn-Abad]

This had been the morning Josef had dreaded. He spent the night in Adela's arms, though not in a completely intimate way. Both knew the prior night that this was coming. Josef had to leave for New York. He could not spend any more time in Paris without causing concern within his own board. It also did not help that the mice were playing while the cat had been away. Messes needed to be cleaned up and it sucked that a trip, which had started out so uniquelly and turned to something wonderful would end with the Syrian landing in New York just to head strait to his bank and to lay down the law once more. Still, meeting them would be several hours away, right now it was only four in the morning in France. His flight left at six thirty and he had not been able to sleep the entire night. He and Adela had spent the night simply holding one another, working out plans and arrangements on how and when Adela would come to New York. She was determined and decided that it would be done, she would be in New York in two weeks. Her semester was ending. How she would continue school - Adela had said she would figure out - and Josef backed down. Abad had no intent on challengeing Adela on this front. They were each others mates, they would live with one another but that did not mean Josef could bark orders at Adela like she was subserviant. This was a different world from the Middle East. This world, the western world, had stronger and more independant women and Adela was one of those women. She had lay in his arms, the two talked and even cried. Abad was by no means a crier, he himself rarely showing the emotion but here, in the safety of his lovers home, he let it out. What she felt, he felt. It was agonizing, watching the clock tick hour by hour, minute by minute, second by second.

He had packed, as quietly as he could while Adela lay in the bed sleeping. Instead of taking the clothes he brought, he only packed the clothes he bought while here. He left the others which were nothing but a couple shirts, but still, they smelled of him. He folded them neatly and set them in her own dresser, a surprise for her to find if she ever felt lonely. He slid on his denim shorts, a muscle t-shirt but immediately climbed back into bed. Though she was asleep, Josef could sense a wave of unfiltered emotions coming from her. Conflications, if nothing else. She had not been happy but she appeared to have been trying to do the best should could to hide it. If Josef had learned two things over the past couple of weeks here, it was that he could not hide anything from Adela and vice versa. He wrapped his arms around Jager, holding her tightly, while finally allowing a deep sigh to escape his lips. The sigh held everything Josef could ever say. Angry with the situation, desperate for a better solution than a two week delay in their next meeting and wanting to never let her go. This situation sucked. Quietly, his lips feathered her bare shoulder, his hands played with her bangs, while his body pressed against her. "I'm sorry." Josef spoke. He felt guilty. In no way was he abandoning his mate but an entire ocean away... still two weeks is all he had to endure and then she would be in New York. He had no intent of going to the airport alone - Adela was coming. She would see him off - that was what Abad wanted though he would ask her once more, just to make sure she was still willing. Still, his lips continued to feather her shoulder while his mind thought ahead to what was waiting for him. A Board of Directors and a home that he would need to prepare for Adelas arrival. The question remained. Did she want her own room or to stay in Josefs?

[tinkerbell]

Curled around her own legs, surrounded in fine, golden hair, Adela's dreams took her away from Paris. It had taken a long time for her mind to finally reach the point where it would allow her to rest. Now, she was in New York, painting and teaching and very much in love with Josef. She was in Josef's kitchen, a carton of orange juice on the counter, and Adela looked down unto the hardwood floor. There, looking up at her with sad eyes, were two little puppies, on a gray and brown color and the smaller one a dark black and red combination. But, clearly, they were not young dogs. Instead, young werewolves looked up at her with pleading dark eyes, begging Adela to help them. To feed them and love them. Adela stepped back from the slowly, suddenly frightened of the little wolves. She shook her head violently, rejecting the notion that she would be made to look after the them. Josef appeared in her dream, behind the wolves. "Adela," He looked angry. Was it because of the puppies? But, they weren't hers and certainly not theirs. Josef shook his head and turned away from her. The little wolves followed behind him, their heads hung low. "Adela, I'm sorry." "Josef! Wait. What did I do?" He didn't look at her. "Josef! Please!" "I'm sorry," Was all he said. He was leaving, walking into a black abyss. He began to disappear into nothing and the little puppies followed. "No! I'll have them. Please Josef! Please! JOSEF!"

"I want them!" Adela opened her blue-green eyes and tears brimmed over her eyelashes. The warmth of Josef's embraced was instantly comforting as she realized she had been dreaming. Adela was panting and her heart ached painfully. Everything that had been happening was taking a huge emotional toll on her mind and soul. "Josef?" She called out meekly to her mate. She didn't want him to leave. The last thing in the world she wanted to happen was just hours away from happening. She spun quickly in his arms, pressing her face into his strong chest. Air escaped her lips quickly as she tried to calm down. Adela noticed suddenly that he was already dressed and her heart sank further than she thought possible. Was he ready to go? To get away from her for a few weeks. Adela kept her face pressed firmly against his shirt, unable to look at him. "How did you sleep?" Her voice was quiet and monotone as she began to pull back emotionally from the situation. Adela didn't want to be hurt but it was probably too late for that already. The only thing left for her to do was save face and try to appear strong despite the fact that with every passing moment she could hear her heart breaking a little bit more.

[Josef Ibn-Abad]

"No." Josef was blunt. "I didn't sleep at all actually." He ran his fingers through Adelas hair while he continued to hold onto her. "I've really enjoyed my time here with you. Yes, even when I was wondering the streets looking for you and I also will keep my promise that I will not do such a stupid stunt again." He took in a deep breath, "Still, you have to admit. That was pretty funny." Taking in deep breaths, inhaling her scent and exhaling even more slowly, Josef was ensuring he got as much of Adela as he could before he had to leave. "You know... it's only a couple of weeks and then we're together again in new york and yes I plan on being one of those cheesy people with the big sign that has your name spray painted on it with a giant heart. So if you get embarrassed at stuff like that, prepare for it." Though it was a joke, he didn't laugh. There was one thing Adela had been doing that he knew but would not ignore, "You were dreaming."

She had done that a lot lately. Dreaming. Sometimes she spoke in her sleep, other times she remained silent but her rapid eye movement and the occasional body jerk alerted him to it. Abad was a light sleeper at times and it seemed when Adela was in the process of a dream, his body naturally woke. Never, did he bother to ask what she had been dreaming but this one had to have been a nasty one. She had cried out before turning and buring her face into his body. "What happened?" His reference to the dream, "What was your dream about love?" He cared. When Adela dreamed, it meant something was bothering her. Nothing was easy with Adela... well nothing was ever easy when with someone but Adela was different from any woman Josef had ever known. She rode her emotions, was intuned to herself and would openly allow them to flare. At what point those emotions went from Adela to Dela', Josef couldnt even tell. Still, she had no problems getting into the Syrians face when he overstepped his bounds and that was something the male had to respect. He could take a wild guess as to what was bothering her, what her dream was about but he wanted Adela to tell him.

[tinkerbell]

An audible sigh escaped her rosy lips and Adela pulled her self even closer into Josef’s arms. The slow rhythm of his hand coursing through her hair was helping to her relax, but her shoulder muscles were still slightly stiff and she could feel the tension across her eyebrows and forehead. The day’s trip to Charles de Gaulle loomed around her like a thick fog, making it hard to breathe. How could she let go of him, even if only for two weeks. It seemed like an impossibility and certainly something she didn’t want to do. But what were her other options? Quit school? She pondered the idea for a moment. No, she couldn’t. Everything she’d worked for in the past few years had been for school. She couldn’t just give it up for anyone. Of course, Josef wasn’t just anyone. She peeked up at him through disheveled blonde hair but then looked away quickly. She COULD give up school for him. The way her heart fluttered and her breathing picked up… Adela would pack her bags right now and leave Paris with him if he seriously asked her to. Josef would never ask her to, however, so it was a moot point. He’d would wait for her in New York. Adela knew already it would be the most painful two weeks of her life. Well, of her recent life.

"You were dreaming. What happened? What was your dream about love?" Looking down into his shirt, she bit her lip. She couldn’t decide if she should tell him. But, of course she couldn’t lie to Josef. He’d know. But the images of the dream were already fading away from her memory. And, she didn’t want to worry him. She didn’t even know what the dream meant! It probably meant nothing. “Just,” She paused, trying to put her words correctly, “Not looking forward to your departure.” She tilted her head back, kissing his jaw line swiftly. She pushed against the mattress into a sitting position. Adela felt hideous. She slipped out of the bed and immediately noticed Josef’s packed bags and a wave of sadness overtook her. Without looking back at him, she stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind her. She would book a flight that departed as soon after her exams as possible. And she would focus on that date, that hour, that moment that she would be reunited. Adela splashed water on her face and pulled a brush through her fine hair before finally brushing her teeth. Josef wouldn’t care what she looked like, but at the same time she wanted to leave him with a pleasant image. She powdered her nose, dragged some mascara through her eyelashes and put on chapstick. With a deep breath, she stepped out of the bathroom.

“Let me throw on some clothes and then we’ll head out, okay?” She tried to sound happy as she headed towards her closet. She pulled opened the door and looked over her large selection of clothes for a minute. With a resigned sigh, she grabbed a plain, blue and white patterned dress and set it on the bed. She slipped out of the large shirt she’d been wearing as a night gown and into the dress in one smooth movement. She looked up and stared at Josef for a long moment. Adela would miss him to death. Giving him a half grin, she reached out and hugged him tightly, “Time to go, huh?”

[Josef Ibn-Abad]

"United Flight 782 departing for New York now boarding." The voice boomed over the intercom. Josef stood before Adela, his hands running through her hair. This was it, he was actually leaving but the only thing he could think was that they would see each other in a matter of a couple of weeks. Still, his duffel slung across his shoulder, his hand still healing, Josef did not want to leave. "It's time." He muttered, his voice filled with emotion - a large part being agitation and anger. Not towards Adela but the situation. Leave it too the two of them to fall for someone on a different continent. Luckily Adela had managed to make it work. "As soon as I land in New York I'll call. Even if its 3:00am here, I'm going to be calling so don't be grumpy with me, missy." Abad joked. "This country is beautiful and its only natural that it bore you. Thank you for everything you have done for me Adela. My hand, food, everything. I shall return that hospitality the minute you are in New York with me."

Ok so now was not the best time to be cracking jokes, still he felt the tension in Adela, "I've claimed you as my mate and you have claimed me as your own. We've done things with and too each other, we have experienced things with one another we have not with other people. When we are together in New York, everything will be fine. All we have to do is get through the next couple of weeks. Two - three weeks until your flight and I'll be in that airport holding up a big sign that reads 'ADELA! COME GET SOME!' I promise." Josef laughed, "But I have to get going before I miss my flight so how about you give me an Adela kiss for the road?" He winked, his playful smile returning again. "You know you wanna give me some sugar!"

[tinkerbell]

She was quite sure that the bubbling sensation just beneath her skin was a warning that her wolf was on the verge of emerging in the middle of the airport. Adela couldn’t hear anything and she could barely see through the mountain of emotions that was building inside of her. Everything around her was quite, except for Josef’s voice. Everything around her was blurry, except for his stunning face. She reached out very slowly, taking his hand. The werewolf couldn’t stand the thought of what was about to happen. Terror boiled in her stomach and threatened to make her sick. The fear was erupting from several things: Josef’s absence; the realization of how much she care for him. How could she be so in love with someone she’d only known for a few days. Something must be wrong with her. Hadn’t she locked away her heart in a vault deep inside her chest never to be taken again? That had been the plan at least. Now it seemed that Josef would be flying across the Atlantic ocean with her heart. Damn it. Adela looked up at Josef, willing the tears to stay hidden behind her long blonde lashes. Thank God for waterproof mascara. She squeezed his dark hand as he spoke to her. "As soon as I land in New York I'll call. ..."This country is beautiful and its only natural that it bore you. Thank you for everything you have done for me Adela." She could feel the blood rush to her cheeks and Adela opened her mouth to speak to deny his compliments but her throat was tight with sadness. So she closed her mouth and let him finish. Josef was doing his best to lighten the mood. But it felt like he was lighting a single match in an airplane hanger. Adela tried to laugh at his jokes but all she could manage was a meek smile. It felt like she was going to drown in this sadness. How would she stay afloat for three whole weeks? Sure, they could talk on the phone but Josef had a job, a nice job. Not to mention the time difference between New York and Paris and then there were the classes she had to attend. And even if they could spend every moment on the phone together, it would be nothing compared to when they were together. She sighed then pressed up onto her tip toes and kissed her mate softly on the lips. With tortured eyes she looked at him, trying to find her voice so she could speak. "Josef," It was a little shaky but Adela continued anyways, "I'll miss you with every fiber of my being." The werewolf threw her arms around Josef's waist and pulled herself as close to him as possible. "Every moment, I'll think of you," She spoke into his warm chest. "Now, go on, before you miss your flight and you're forced to stay with me another night!" She kissed his jaw then unwrapped her arms and stepped back to take him in. It would feel like years before she would see him again and she didn't want to forget a single aspect of his being. She waved him off, a gentle smile on her lips, "Hurry."