An Adamtina one-shot that is short and sweet. Need I say more? ;)
Summary: The strong spark that has always been between Adam Levine and Christina Aguilera is suddenly ignited when the two find themselves alone in her dressing room.
Adam wove in and out of the hustle and bustle of the studio as the crew got ready for the next additions. The studio was alive with excitement and the low hummer of voices. The competition would begin soon, and the air of competitiveness was strong. Adam had a good feeling that this season would be his best yet. But even if he didn't win, he still enjoyed watching the mix of emotions cross the winner's face, knowing that all their work paid off and they were named the Voice. It was a nice feeling to know that he had helped influence the talented artists' that came upon the stage.
Adam almost ran headlong into Blake, who had been chatting with Carson moments ago. Blake, who had boasted that his team would definitely win once more, grinned foolishly.
"Where are you off in such a hurry?" he asked Adam. "The show is about to start in-" he checked his bare wrist, and frowned in bemusement when he realized he wore no watch.
"In an hour," Carson finished seriously. "And we need everyone on stage. Where is Christina?"
"Probably fancying herself up in her dressing room," Blake said.
Adam knew that was most likely true. "I'll go get her," he offered, knowing Christina would loos track of all time trying to do what woman did best when they were trying to give an impression. But Christina didn't need to doll up to impress him. She could go makeup free, only wearing a teeshirt and sweats and still impress him.
"You do that," Blake said with a knowing smirk. "But don't be long."
Adam rolled his eyes at his fellow Voice coach. "Meet you guys on stage in a few minutes." He headed away from Carson and Blake toward the direction of the dressing rooms, trying to avoid being run over by anyone. Thankfully, he arrived at Christina's dressing room unscathed. He took a deep breath before bringing his hand up to knock. Christina's soft humming stopped him for a moment and he paused. The melody of their hit, 'Moves Like Jagger' made him smile, and he swore he could have stood there all day eavesdropping from outside, listening to her hum their song. He finally knocked, and waited.
"Come in," Christina called from inside.
Adam opened the door and peeked in. Christina sat at her dressing table only dressed in a purple satin robe, a brush in her hand. Her hair fell down her back in golden waves and he imagined running his fingers through the curls. Her dressing room smelled of the perfume she wore, and the scent invading his senses. It was dim inside the room, but the light over her vanity casted a soft hue around the room, which was very much Christina. There was a rack which held several different outfits from a verity of different designers. Several pairs of Louboutin heels were lined neatly against the wall, waiting to be slipped into. Her dressing table held so much verity of cosmetics, he found his head churning with the sight of it all. A few photos of Max and Summer were taped to the mirror, and there was a framed photograph of Christina as a child with her mother.
Adam stared at the woman in front of him, speechless, the words he wanted to say getting clogged in his throat. She looked so beautiful seated there, her painted-red lips so enticing, beckoning for him to kiss her . . .
"Adam?" Christina asked, smiling amusedly. "Is there something you needed?"
Adam snapped out of his state, mentally hitting himself for the thoughts he had just had. He had to remind himself that he was married, and Christina was engaged. But those facts didn't keep his urges from wanting him to take her into his arms and kiss her senseless.
