...and she's just my type. [Adam Yauch / OC]

That is the tempo (NSFW/Smut)

A/N: Smut!! I know you've been waiting for this! Nothing is angsty here. And get ready for details.

August 1987. New York.

Two months ago, Adam and I agreed to continue our lives apart for my safety, but we do page each other every once in a while. So naturally, when he invited me to New York, it was scary. "It's the end of the tour, you have to be here", he insisted. I kept saying no, until a great coincidence happened. I was booked for a Macy's photoshoot in New York two days after the show. I asked the flight to be booked with enough time to share that day with Adam, pretending I needed to adjust to the time zone. So on the morning of the 17th, Adam picked me up at the airport on his beat up black MG. The show was at Madison Square Garden, and he was more than excited about it. I don't know much about sports or New York, but he said MSG is perhaps one of the best places in the world. And I believe him. The show, again, was powerful, but this one I got to see it from the side lines. I'm officially Adam's +1. Or well, officially as in my backstage pass had his nickname, MCA. They were joined by Run DMC, and like the show in San Diego, the crowd here was insane. Perhaps even more so, since this town got to see the Beastie Boys be born.

As usual, there was an after party. This was the end of an 8 months long tour, so naturally, it was even crazier of an after party. Everybody danced around, and we all drank and got high. But for the first time in a while, I didn't get high to survive the night. I got high to have more fun. Anywhere Adam went, I was there behind him. His hand rarely left mine go. And the ladies around respected that. They knew he was out of bounds. I claimed him as mine, and he claimed me as his. The night ended until the place we were at was forced to close. I know there was an after after party, but Adam didn't wanted to go. Instead, we jumped in a taxi and headed to Brooklyn.

We arrived at an apartment complex and before we walk in, he looks down the street and opens both arms to his sides. "I grew up here. My parents live up there. One of the school's I studied in is that way. Welcome to Brooklyn. My Brooklyn." I kiss him while he tries to open the front door and walks us into the third floor where his apartment is. I walk in first, and it's not much bigger than the place I live in LA, but I can see him plastered on the walls of this place. There's a small collection of vinyls and a record player in one corner, right next to a bass and there it is. His skateboard. The bed looks freshly made and I hear him slightly laugh at a note he found on the small kitchen counter. "My mom came in to clean the place up yesterday. Left a cute note.", he said, showing me a little handwritten postcard. Cute. I get close to him and kiss him again. I wish I could kiss him every day. These little snippets of normal life feel like a dream.

He grabs hold of my hips and pushes me backwards, towards the bed. Our kiss is messy, desperate. We both know what's happening now. I hear him kick off his shoes, and I try to do the same with my heels. August in New York is weirdly warm, so my top already leaves plenty of skin to be touched, and Adam makes sure that it's even more by taking it off me. My jeans follow my top to the floor soon, and Adam throws me to the bed before he takes his own clothes off. I stare at him while he does it. He's not exactly the hottest man in town, but it's the one I've fallen in love with. He climbs up on top of me, one of his arms providing support next to my head, his other hand trailing my body up and down. We just stare at each other for a while, with the dim light that comes in from the outside through the window. "Wow, I love you", he says, my smile and small giggle as the only reply my brain can make of it before my feelings get translated to words. "I love you too, Adam". His head comes down and kisses my lips. I can feel his love. And I can also feel his ever more present erection on my upper thigh. My hand goes down his chest, following the hair that announces a fun trail, and creeps inside his boxers, slightly playing around with the elastic band before I get hold of his member. I feel his lips twitch at my touch, and I smile into our kiss, a smile he soon follows with one of his own. But I don't get to do much, as his lips leave my mouth for my chin and neck and he forces my hand away from him. He begins to trail down in kisses, his hands as support to cover my whole body. I bite my lower lip and arch my back when his hands start playing around with my breasts, releasing them from my bra quickly. His mouth follows soon, but doesn't stop there. When his kisses approach my belly button, the tickling sensation of his stubble makes me laugh, but that is quickly transformed to a moan as his fingers pull my underwear to a side and touch some sensitive skin. I hear Adam laugh at me, and his laugh has never sounded better. His arm helps me raise my hips and he gets rid of my panties quickly. At this point my eyes are closed, but I open them again at the lack of touch. I see him admiring my body, the body I somehow don't quite love. "You're gorgeous", he says, snapping out of his trance and getting close to kiss my lips again. I feel his hand push one of my knees up and to the side and his hand returns to my sweet spot. I interrupt our kiss to moan and he continues the kiss in my neck. I suddenly remember what I'm supposed to do in two days and pull Adam's head away from me. "Don't leave marks, I have a photoshoot", I pledge, and he nods his head before he continues kissing down my body. And he keeps going down until I feel his tongue near my entrance. Oh shit. No man had ever done this with my body.

I'm a mess. If there are neighbors awake, they can hear me. If not, I just woke them up. Adam has one of his hands keeping my leg out of the way, but the other joins his mouth to pleasure my body in ways I never believed it could be possible. My hands, that were trying to clinch into something, anything, are now in his hair and I pull him, sometimes away from me because the pleasure it's almost unbearable, other times deeper into me, because damn, this feels amazing. He lets go of me and I feel him getting off his bed. I'm breathing like crazy, and my eyes are blurry, my mind coming back from my high, but I find Adam in the darkness. He's looking for something in a bag on the floor and soon I notice he's found it. A condom. He gets near me again, before I have a request, "Hey, I know your neighbors would probably hate this, but what about some music to join us?". He smiles and heads back to where his records are at. "I have the perfect soundtrack for this", he says before letting the needle hit the record. "Marvin Gaye, Let's Get It On". The first notes come in and I know what this is. Yes. Quite the perfect soundtrack. And he most own this just because of that.

He stands at the end of the bed, looking up and down my body while putting the condom on. A responsible man. What a turn on. He finally climbs up the bed and me, and places more kisses in my lips before warming me up with his fingers. I move one of my legs and wrap it behind him to give him more room, and I can feel the tip of his shaft just outside my entrance. "I love you", I say to him. I've had sex plenty of times, but perhaps this will be the first time that I make love. He lowers his face, and kisses my mouth before thrusting into me. I moan into his mouth, as he begins a slow but steady pace, in and out of me. After a while he picks up the rhythm and I can hear the noise our bodies make when clashing together. "Oh fuck, Adam", is the only words that can come out of my mouth. I mean there's a lot of noise, but it's the only words I can form. My nails claw down in his back, and I can tell one of his hands is keeping us steady, putting pressure against the wall behind us. I force myself to open my eyes, and I meet his, a smile in my lips. He slows down, visibly tired and I tap his arms as an indication to move. "Let me take the lead", I ask and he doesn't complain. He rests his back on the bed next to me and I turn and climb to straddle him. I take his full length inside me, throwing my head back and letting a moan out of me, before I even dare to move. As I begin to ride him, I can feel his big hands on my hips and legs. I look down at him, and I can tell he's enjoying this, his eyes are closed and his mouth is open, but no noise comes out. It's like I've taken the air out of him. After a long while, I approach another of my highs and I moan loudly as I move my hips without any particular sense. I colapse on top of him and he wraps his arms around me. When I'm back on earth, he puts my back on the bed, before delivering instructions. "Turn around, hips up", he says kneeling down behind me, already pulling my hips. I grab hold of the bed headboard, knowing I'll probably need it soon to stay in position, and he thrusts inside me again, my ass hitting his body. He keeps a slight rough tempo that seems to match the music, and soon I start hearing him moan. I've fallen in love with his voice, his rhymes, his laugh, his jokes. But this. This is perhaps some of the best noise that has ever come out of his mouth. "Cum for me, Adam", I ask, trying to turn my head to face him. I want to see how he looks. He pulls out of me and removes the condom with one tug, as I turn around and rush my mouth to him. I press my tongue to his member's head before I can feel his warm release hit the back of my throat. He moans loudly, grabbing into my head and making more of a mess of my hair. I suck him clean after swallowing until he's too sensitive for me and I lead him to colapse on top of me. Soon he covers my face in kisses that help me fall asleep, even when the first rays of sunshine begin creeping in the window. "I love you" is the last I hear before I let myself fade into my dreams.

A/N: I specially left the OC's name out of this for you all. You're welcome.