"Wanted" – part 2

Summary and additional notes in part 1.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! Love hearing what you guys think. This is the last part, since this is a two-shot.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Degrassi.

-oOo-

The next morning Adam awoke with a smile on his face. His arm was around Fiona's waist. When he felt the smooth, bare skin of her stomach he realized they were still naked. Immediately memories of last night ran through his head. Touching. Kissing. Stroking. Moaning. None of it had been a dream.

What he also remembered was that they meant to redress. They only wanted to rest their eyes for a minute, but apparently they fell asleep. His mother was an early riser and it would mean the end of Fiona staying over if she saw them like this.

Adam groaned. He loathed waking her up. She was radiant and peaceful.

"Fi," he said softly. He lightly brushed her cheek. "Fi," he repeated.

She leaned into him and smiled. With squinted eyes she said, "Adam?"

He smiled and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

She grinned. "That's the best way to wake up."

He laughed. "Hey, listen. We have to get dressed. Any minute my Mom will be knocking on the door."

Fiona glanced at the clock. "You're right," she said and sat up.

The covers fell around her and Adam appreciated her form in the morning light. His gaze was particularly drawn to her breasts. They were perfect to him. He often noted the irony of how he bitterly hated his own while he found hers so sexy.

She reached over and grabbed her pajama pants, "Hey, horndog. You need to get dress too."

Adam blushed, "Right." He grabbed his boxers from the floor.

Their timing couldn't have been more perfect. Just as Fiona finished adjusting her T-shirt they heard two rapt knocks on the door. It swiftly opened revealing Mrs. Torres. Adam was sitting on the foot of the bed. Fiona was standing near his computer desk.

"Good, you guys are already up," she said blissfully unaware. "Breakfast will be ready in 15 minutes. Freshen up and meet us downstairs."

"Okay Mom," Adam told her. Fiona nodded.

She smiled at them and closed the door.

Fiona and Adam looked at each other and grinned.

-oOo-

Adam agreed to let Fiona go first. If she wasn't getting dressed to go out she was remarkably fast. She felt at ease in the Torres residence to lounge in comfortable clothes without make up. When they were preparing to leave the house, it was a different matter.

"Bathroom's free," Fiona told him in a sing-song voice. He smiled at her and agreed to meet her downstairs.

Adam stared at himself in the mirror. He looked the same but inside he felt different. The world had shifted slightly. It had somewhat righted itself. He regained confidence that he had been missing for quite awhile. He was much more secure about his relationship with Fiona and how she viewed him.

He quickly brushed his teeth. He debated whether or not to shower. He decided to go for a short one. He pulled off his clothes and adjusted the water temperature.

Adam sighed. There was something cleansing about warm water falling over him. It was cathartic. He felt as if the water was hot enough it could wash his troubles away. He remembered the first shower he took after being brutally attacked by Owen. He was in a coma for three days and confined to the bed for several more. That shower was his first taste of freedom. He attempted to wash away his feelings of being weak, violated, used and dirty. He could openly sob and leave no trace of the tears behind. It was only temporary but the reprieve was what he needed at the time.

Right now, as he stood under the spray of the warm water he felt no sadness. He felt extremely thankful and relieved for small miracles. He had been unconscious when his body was violated so he held no memories of it. Just knowing it happened had messed with his head and drove him to attempt suicide. He shuddered at the thought of having flashbacks. No, last night when Fiona touched him he only had good memories of their previous times together.

Adam stepped out of the shower and toweled off. He put on a black t-shirt and began to wrap his chest. He frowned at his reflection. He couldn't wait for summer vacation. His parents had agreed to let him have top surgery to remove his breasts once the school year was over. The Coynes were actually going to help with the cost. After June he would never have to wrap or wear a binder again.

He pulled on his sweat pants and headed downstairs for food.

When he reached the kitchen he saw that everyone else was already there. His dad sat at the end of the table reading the Sunday morning paper. His mother and Fiona were deep in conversation. Adam snuck up behind his girlfriend and kissed her cheek.

She jumped. "Hey!"

He smirked. "Morning everyone!"

"Adam, there's more pancakes on the stove," his mother told him.

He nodded and made his way over there. Drew was at the counter adding syrup to his pile.

"Hey Drew," Adam said as he grabbed a plate.

Drew smirked at him. "Someone's very chipper today," he remarked. "I'm sure you're having a great morning."

Adam gaped at him as Drew headed towards the table. Did he know something? Maybe he heard them last night? They did their best to stay quiet but Fiona was always kind of vocal.

He looked at his parents. His stepfather seemed jovial as he sipped his coffee. His mother was still talking to Fiona. She would have said something by now if she knew. Adam felt uneasy but continued to fill his plate. He then returned to the table and sat down next to Drew.

His brother was focused on inhaling the pancakes. Maybe he'd wait to interrogate him.

-oOo-

"Okay, spill. What do you know?"

Drew looked up at his younger brother. He had been in his room reviewing the plays coach gave him for the next game when Adam unceremoniously entered. He looked at him and smirked.

"What do you think I know?"

Adam glared at him. "Come on, I don't want to play twenty questions."

Drew glanced at the closed door then returned his gaze to his brother.

"Alright," he relented. "So I woke up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom."

Adam nodded.

"I was walking down the hallway back to my room when I heard some noise," Drew continued.

Adam grew nervous.

"I noted the direction and walked towards your door. Then I heard some muffled moans," Drew laughed. "It took me a few moments before I realized what was going on."

Adam shifted uncomfortably. "Do you think mom and dad heard?"

Drew grinned at him. "No way! It was half past 3am. I heard dad snoring from further down the hall," he assured his brother. "Besides, you guys weren't too loud or anything."

Adam let out a breath he didn't know he was holding.

"Way to go baby bro," Drew congratulated him.

Adam sent him a pointed look.

"No, really. I know you guys have been through a lot," Drew paused to find the right words. "I mean, this seems like a good thing. Like you're back on track."

Adam smiled at his brother. "Yeah, it is."

Drew and Adam fell into a contemplative silence. After several moments Drew continued, "You might want to be more careful though. The minute Mom realizes you guys are, um, back in the saddle the sleepovers are over."

Adam laughed.

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-FIN-

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this story.

Update: Just published a new story which takes place after this one. It's called "Bare" and is set in the summer after Adam's Junior year! Pls Read and Review :D