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"Hallo."

His own grin is wide, and it's not a minute before he's across the room and pulling her into a hug, with a kiss to go along with it.

Alanna flounders briefly, both hands hiding something behind her back. She doesn't resist for long, however, kissing him with a smile of her own. The kiss likely tastes a bit like chocolate.

"Mithros," she whispers. "You're cheerful."

"Mmmm." He licks his lips. "And you're tasty."

He pulls back, just a little bit, and cards his fingers through her hair.

"I love you, you know that?"

Biting her lip, Alanna guiltily shows him the ice cream container she had been hiding behind her back.

"I ate your ice cream," she confesses and promptly forgets all about it, brightening. "Aye, and I love you, too. I don't know what's put you in such a good mood, but I like it."

She especially likes it when he does that to her hair.

The ice cream is placed quickly on the counter (and is just as quickly forgotten) and Alanna is placed gently against the wall as he leans in and gives her a more thorough kissing.

"Nothing much."

"I'm not," she starts, only to pause in favor of another kiss, "sure I believe you."

Her fingers are slightly sticky from the ice cream. Eyes on his, she smiles and sucks it off her thumb before tracing his bottom lip.

He sucks the thumb into his mouth, closing his eyes as he nips.

"There's just something-"

kiss

"about spending time with Miss Swann-"

another kiss

"that makes me appreciate how much I have."

Alanna lowers her lashes at the feel of his sharp teeth and slides her other arm around his neck, something like a low purr working its way up the back of her throat.

At first, she simply nods and nudges his lips apart with her own, kissing him softly, but then his words filter through the pleasant haze.

"Miss Swann," she repeats, eyes wide and incredulous. It's hard, really, to decide whether to be pleased at his words or incredibly agitated, and so she settles for a frown.

Adam kisses those lips, trying to work away the frown.

"Who is out there. And NOT in here."

So let's not talk about her, is implied.

Implied, but perhaps ignored. For the moment.

"What did she do?" Alanna is not entirely impervious, however, and slides her fingers into his hair. "Something happened?"

Adam sighs, or groans maybe, frustrated.

Alanna pulls back just enough to study him thoroughly and sighs a little herself.

And then smiles.

Using the wall and her toes for leverage, she tugs him closer and kisses her way up his neck, all soft kisses and hot breath, finally catching his earlobe between sharp little teeth.

"The quicker you tell me," she murmurs.

That's not a groan, it's definitely a moan.

"Pppp- poor girl was in a state, I sent her off to find Will."

"You're well rid of her," Alanna whispers, flicking her tongue along that sensitive spot just behind and under his ear. "What sort of state?"

The hand not playing with his hair brushes back and forth at his waist, slowly working its way under his shirt, but stopping just short of touching his skin.

He leans, trying to force the contact and he groans lightly again.

"Like this."

"Like this."

He succeeds, but her nails lightly bite into the skin of his waist. She doesn't leave off kissing his neck, however, and slowly works her way around to his other side, lingering at the hollow at the base of his throat.

Quietly, "and why was she in such a state?"

"Maybe something-

ngh-

in the-

please."

Her teeth scrape, just lightly, and she can't help but smile against his neck.

"Do I have to hurt her?" Lifting her head, she looks up at him with bright eyes and playfully sucks on his bottom lip. "Please what...?"

Adam shakes his head, no, no, Alanna needn't bother herself with Elizabeth. Though his thoughts aren't quite that coherent at the moment-

(part of the rush)

and he manages to get out, "I need you."

A brief moment of hesitation, followed by familiar worry and unease, but then it's gone and she kisses him in earnest.

Need. It's such a lovely word, and such a wonderful feeling to be needed, particularly when you need in return.

Taking a shaky breath, she nips his lip and starts pushing his shirt up, sliding her hands across his chest and bending to trail her mouth along the skin she reveals.

"I'm right here," she whispers, finally.

He can't pick her up and carry her to the bed any more (as much out of worry as anything), but he can push and direct and hope, even as he's squirming and moaning, and when he finally gets her there, he actually stops for a moment, and looks her in the eyes, smiling a secret smile.

Flushed, she smiles up at him and feels absurdly shy, aware as always that she's continuously changing. She hasn't felt this awkward in her own skin since she was young and only just pretending to be a boy, but she knows Adam understands.

"How much?" she asks with a knowing smile, but her voice comes out shaky and just a little raspy.

Cool fingers settle at his waist for the moment, and she takes the time to really look at him; it's as much a caress as a touch would be.

"More than the world itself," is his answer, and it's both light-hearted and true. He kisses her once, and frames her cheek with his hand.

"She asked me how it was I could find you attractive, pregnant."

There's a pause, but only the briefest of pauses, as he closes his eyes and kisses her forehead.

"I didn't see how I couldn't."

It's as if he heard her thoughts and concerns, and although she knows Adam could, it's not that. Her eyes well up. She shuts them, concentrating on the quiet sound of his breathing and the way he smells -- the almost maddening scent that makes her want to curl up close and bury her face in his neck at the most inopportune moments.

She rubs her soft cheek against his slightly stubbly one and whispers, "thank you."

She moves back, biting her lip, unsteady fingers undoing her shirt.

"Thank you for telling me that." And her.

"It was important."

Important enough to stop, pause this train that is them, just for a moment, and place his hands softly on her stomach.

"I love you. And you're beautiful."

And then his hands are moving again, and hers, and she is beautiful -- no more so than when she's like this, open and caring and looking just how he knows that nobody else sees her look, and he kisses her, leaning closer and sliding his hands under her shirt, and it's like he hadn't paused at all for how much he wants her.