Grivine (a series of one-shots)

Act My Age

so next time will be a one-shot about Christina performing on the Voice last week but I had this one half written already so I went ahead with it. Please review.

-Adam's POV-

We'd been engaged for a month and two days. And I was having trouble remembering I was supposed to be the older one. Now, I never believed age should define you but still, I felt like the child.

Just the other day, for example, Christina was the one with the self control.

"I love you," I murmered, my lips pressed against her shoulder blade.

"I love you," she replied. I let my hands roam her waist to her hips as I pulled her closer.

"What?" I asked when she gave me a look.

"Not here, not now," she said as she glanced around The Voice studio.

"Why?"

"We're here for a reason, remember budbud?"

I don't think she understands how crazy it drives me when she calls me that. I pushed her hair away from her neck and started kissing her lightly.

She let out a small sigh before pushing me gently away with her hands.

"Baby," I pleaded, my voice started to sound whiny and I briefly wondered why she put up with me.

"Adam, shh. What if Carson or Blake or someone from your team would catch us doing something?"

"What exactly would we be doing?" I asked with raised eyebrows.

"Stop," she said as her cheeks grew pinker.

"All I want to do is kiss my beautiful fiancee, it's hardly porn," I said.

"Adam!"

"You're torturing me woman, why did you wear that?"

"I love you," she replied as a small smirk spread across her face.

She could walk next to me, our bodies completely seperated and carry on a usual conversation as if it were nothing. As if she didn't have to clench her fists to keep her hands from reaching out to me. As if she didn't have to bite her lip to keep from pushing me against a wall and kissing me as if we'd never see each other again. That's what I had to do at least, and meanwhile she kept her cool.

I didn't doubt her love, it wasn't that. But I felt like I was back in high school and I got my first girlfriend. You know that feeling? When all you want to do is text them, go over to their house and make out, and never leave their side? Well we just bought a house so that was fine, but that's how I felt. I felt like I couldn't be apart from her. She had become my world.

"What are you doin'?"

"Texting, it's something you can do on your phone, Blake." I was a little bitter this particular morning.

"Someone has their panties in a twist."

"I don't wear panties."

"What are you doin'?" he repeated.

"Nothing," I said, a scowl on my face.

"Why are you being so pissy?"

"I'm waiting for Christina to text me back, alright?" I took a breath and realized I had been yelling.

"Did you two fight?"

"Not exactly..."

"Oh, I see. You don't know what you did wrong. That's always the worst."