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"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.

It's partway off now, her shirt, though his words have as much to do with the sound she makes as the feel of his warm hands against her skin, pushing the rest of the fabric out of his way. So sensitive, Alanna deepens the kiss and pulls him closer, and maybe he can't get quite as close as before, but it's enough to know he would if he could. To know what, exactly, makes closing that distance hard. Hands tracing teasing patterns along his backbone and lower, she smiles and greedily seeks the look in his eyes, so happy with what she sees there, and shifts against him to start in on the rest of his clothes.

(Slowly, despite her uneven breath - and his.)

"M'lucky," she murmurs, mouth open and hot on his shoulder. "Sometimes I think I don't deserve this. But I love you so much. Could never love anyone more."

She feels the truth of her words to her bones and places a kiss just above his heart to seal the promise.

He shakes his head, he shakes.

"M'lucky." And he is, he knows he is, and he tries to show her that now, if ever. He moves against her, against her hands, and she's warm, so warm, and soft and smells like home.

His hand skims down her side and grips her hip through the skirt; Alanna shivers, feeling the telltale goosebumps break out in its wake. She makes a soft sound, almost a gasp, and captures his mouth, pushing him back until they are on their sides, ignoring her own skirt in favor of kicking his pants the rest of the way off and tangling her legs with his. Diving into another kiss, she reverently runs her hands over him, steadily stroking lower, and doesn't even bother to disguise the hitch in her breath or the way her hands shake.

When her eyes find his again, the disbelief lingers, the sheer giddiness that he's here with her after everything she has said and done in the past. She smiles, and there's something heartbreakingly sweet about the way her voice breaks when she says,

"You're perfect," and she knows he's not, no one is, but he's perfect for her in every way that counts.

He shakes his head again, but he doesn't say anything, because what do you say to that? Instead he kisses her, and it's everything that he'd said and more, because there are some things that words can't describe.

Like the curve of her hip, and the way his hand fits there, or the feel of her skin against his lips as he kisses her shoulder, or the sound she makes when he scrapes his teeth lightly against her.

Or the way he just belongs, when they're laying here like this, the way that he knows everything will be okay because he's got her.

Alanna nods stubbornly, even if she has temporarily forgotten why she's being so insistent. Nothing matters but this, and them, and she leans forward, her hand mimicking his and settling on his hip. She squeezes lightly and brushes her thumb across his hip bone, and then lets her fingers dance along his lower abdomen. It's worth reining in her own eagerness to hear and feel his response.

"I need you, too," she tells him, sliding her legs against his and moving up and in to trail kisses down his neck and along his collarbone, teeth scraping and tongue laving the red spots left behind.