Author's note: Warning for slight NSFW content, nothing explicit.

"So you want to climb that big rock? Why am I not surprised" Yui commented, when the Rock of Gibraltar become visible in the distance. 

Adam’s brow furrowed, feigning confusion, "Are you saying I’m predictable?" Pulling the car to the side of the road, they now faced the magnificent view out the window. He leaned over, capturing her lips with his in a sudden, breathtaking kiss. "Come on out for a minute. Cigarette break." 

Breaking away from his lips, she whispered, "You can smoke in the car." Her hand traced a path to the back of his head, fingers threading through golden locks. "It wasn't a derogatory comment. The climbing thing. It just suits you."

"But I want to show you the view," he countered, fingers trailing up her thigh, stopping only to brush against her panties. He kissed her again, and this time, there was no road to concentrate on, no distractions. A smug grin curled his lips as he discovered just how much she was affected by his touch. 

"Show me the view," she whispered back, her voice barely above a moan. "You are insatiable."

"Oh, you have no fucking idea," he responded leaning over her to deepen their kiss. He began to pleasure her, leaving little room for rational thoughts. She discovered rather quickly that he could bring her to the edge in record time. If there was an Olympics for this kind of skill, he would be a gold medalist. Turned out, Mister Stroe’s fingers were not only skilled at building game-changing robots. 

She attempted to stifle her moans, grasping onto his shirt as her body convulsed in pleasure. Her legs pressed together, intensifying the delicious waves crashing through her body. She hadn't asked for it, but she welcomed it.

Adam found immense pleasure in the sounds and reactions he elicited from her. He appeared handsomely smug, reveling in the result of his actions. But when he slowed his kisses, she was able to appreciate the full view of his face, a smile lighting up his features. "I can't help myself. And I swore I would behave until the hotel."

"I will… not complain," she gasped for air, pulling herself together and adjusting her dress. 

"I love that dress," he announced with a wink, finally stepping out of the car and opening her door before lighting up a cigarette. The view was indeed stunning.

"I'm trying really hard to be a gentleman,” he confessed bluntly when she joined him by the railings. The sky looked painted with wind-scattered clouds. Behind them, picturesque Spanish villas with their typical orange roofs and white sun-baked walls oversaw nearly barren hills. Yui had no objections when he pulled her back against his chest, an arm lazily against her stomach while he smoked leaning against the highway’s railing. 

"Don't try so hard." she whispered as she allowed her eyes to trace the rapidly changing shapes of the clouds in the sky. It was rather windy. 

"Hmm, you're just looking for excuses to call me a brute."  

Yui let out a sigh, closing her eyes and letting the breeze play with her hair. "I think it suits you. Mr. Bowser," she responded, her fingers intertwining with his as she smiled contentedly.

"Okay, climbing suits me, being a brute suits me, what else?"  

"Hmmm," she turned around to face him, reaching for his rebel strands of golden hair. "Being right here, with me, suits you." 

"That I'm not going to argue, you're straight out of my teenage wet dreams," he replied, openly complimenting her. His words turned her cheeks pink, but she found she no longer felt the need to hide her flush.

"You have a type?”

"I don't have a type, I love all women," he laughed. "But you're the cherry on top. You have the cutest smile, and you're gorgeous when you're angry which is good because I can be infuriating. A lot of the time on purpose."

 Gibraltar turned out to be a dream. They explored the city all afternoon and each other all night, in ways that made their first time together pale by comparison. They drove back to Málaga with good music to pass the time, and his hand glued to her milky tights. 

That evening, the Mayor himself confirmed the sale after their successful presentation days ago. Thirty ROACH units were ordered for the Málaga Firefighters and Police forces, plus a request for samples from Madrid and Seville. 

It all felt like a dream, but dreams had the nasty habit of popping like soap bubbles right when they got good. 

Yui was packing her bags when Adam, in classic Adam fashion, chose to leap over Yui's balcony instead of using the door. He landed with a cocky grin. "Think Bowser uses the door?"

He intended to make the most of the time they had before their flights.

"I think Bowser should use his brains and not endanger his limbs," she retorted and she would have said more, undoubtedly smart things, but he silenced her with an arm wrapped around her slim waist and a proper kiss.

"Why? Want to make sure I'm in one piece next time you see me? Do I get a 5-star review?" 

"Are you asking me to rate you?" Yui played coy, but her fingers were not shy, exploring the muscles of his arms. “Trial period expired?”

Adam, never one to shy away from the spotlight, flexed under her touch, sparking a giggle that he promptly silenced with another kiss. He had to try. "Take another week, lemme take you to Romania. I'll show you the cabin I'm building in the mountains and my mom can fawn over you."

She stiffened instantly. "That sounds… wonderful, but I can't. I need to get home, Adam." 

He didn’t flinch, at least not outwardly. "Okay... " His hold on her was tight, his eyes locked onto hers. "I'll take a week off and you can show me your stiff-ass apartment then. I doubt you have a cabin in the woods."

Her response was a step back, her eyes wide and filled with a sadness he hadn’t seen before. They had to leave for the airport in an hour. "We can't really continue to see each other. It was just a Marbella thing." Yui’s voice was a whisper he might have missed if he hadn't been so focused on her.

"Your call, princess. I didn't take you for a Marbella kind of thing, but it takes two," Adam replied, letting her go to shove his hands into his jean’s pockets instead. He kept his tone light, but a storm brewed in his blue eyes. "Need any help with the luggage?"

"No, you don't understand…, I am…  I have someone back home. I am engaged." 

“You cheated on someone with me? Marbella entertainment, huh?” he smiled, though it wasn’t amusement. It was pure self-deprecating humor. Yui’s declaration rocked his perception of their whole time spent together, and not in the good, heavy metal concert kind of way. A small part of him wanted to applaud her audacity. It took some serious guts to pull a stunt like that. But the larger, less amused part of him was busy trying to figure out if he should be offended, angry, or just plain bewildered. Was he just the side gig, the half-time entertainment? 

Wouldn’t this make a great story at the bar with his sister and team – "Remember that time," he'd say, "when I was the vacation love affair of my boss, only to find out she was a soon-to-be-married woman? Classic!" And he'd laugh and everyone else would laugh, and life would go on, because that was Adam Stroe – always the jester, even when the joke was on him.

“It’s not like…”

She might have been able to pull a rational, well-reasoned explanation, but he didn’t really feel like sticking around to listen. 

“Save your explanations for the sucker you cheated on,” he cut her off, heading for the door. 

He had cigarettes to smoke and rocks to kick.