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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.

He nods, and he tries to say I know but when he opens his mouth, there aren't any words to follow. He works her skirt down, hands on skin and hot, it's so hot, and he leans forward, resting his head on her shoulder. There's something like I love you, then, and then there's only her, her touch, her smell, her sounds.

Watching, Alanna bites her lip and whimpers. Oh, how she wants that heat, craves it, and moans when there isn't anything else separating them and it feels a bit like a fire burning out of control. She has to laugh at her own thoughts, but there's no other way she could describe it: hot, like lightning streaking through her system, leaving her reaching for more. Both of her arms wrap around his shoulders and hold him close, so close, so she can feel his breath on her neck and turn her head to kiss where she can and say the same, fiercely, making sure he knows. And then she's touching him again, smiling that smile that only he ever gets to see.

Adam can't much help himself -- but then, he never could. Or maybe he never even tried, because why try when Alanna's laying here with him, making that low whimpering sound and running her hands along his back. And then he's there, and it's like every time, and it's like no other time, and it's this bright and new thing that's been the past few months because this, them --

this is their future.

And his breath catches a bit at that as he leans in to kiss her again, and again, and he holds her soft, dear, as he does so.

Her hands clutch at his hips, nails biting in small little half circles, and then release, because as sharp as this feeling might be, Alanna wants it to last. They know this is ephemeral, and somehow the knowledge that she won't be able to do this much longer makes it that much more intense.

Closing her eyes, she focuses on-

(heat, pleasure, need)

-him, and the way he moves with her, and tears her mouth away to utter a cry that's more air than sound. Another sound escapes, and she breathes in his ear, "turn over," already curling one leg up around him.

Adam swallows, eyes opening to look at her, confused, and contrary to his stubborn nature, he turns over, though he does so slowly.

Very slowly - they both do, acutely sensitive to every movement and brush of skin. Alanna's heart races, as she settles down, and she's soon lowering her weight to her hands just above his shoulders and smiling in satisfaction.

"I can get closer," she whispers and licks her lip, watching her hair fall forward. "Does that tickle?"

Swallowing, she moves before she even realizes what she's doing, just a little.

He nods, because it does, but he doesn't move, because it still feels good. Her hair against his skin, so sensitive, and his eyes fall shut as he swallows.

"Is it-

Are you-"

He doesn't finish any thoughts out loud, and who knows if they're finished in his head, because looking up at her like this, any rational thought that was left has fled for higher ground.

"Adam, do you have any idea," Alanna manages, "how good, how-"

Reaching for one of his hands and twining her fingers through his, she moves, rocking with him, and moans at the heat.

"-much."

The rest is lost as she squeezes his hand and stares hungrily at his mouth.

His hips move, he jerks up, and he groans out loud-

GOD

and she might as well be for all he's worshiping her.

Her head falls back as she sits up, bringing his hand and clutching at his hips with fingers and strong legs. She can't kiss him like this, so she keeps her eyes on his and kisses his fingers instead, nipping and pulling one into her mouth to stifle a moan that only seems more noticeable for it.

She can't help smiling, cheeks flushed and hair tangled. Eyes widening when he moves like that, Alanna shakes and follows, driving them both higher until she's breathing fast and biting her lip, then kissing another finger.

Part of her wants to wait, to hold on to this moment -- to Adam -- for all that she's worth, but that part is being quickly overruled.

"A- Adam."

He runs a thumb along her lips, moaning out loud as she pulls it in, hot and warm and wet around him and he moves his arms, pulling is hands back, reaching, grabbing, looking for anything, pulling her back down, groaning with frustration when she doesn't make it.

"I-

I-"

What he is never said, because everything after that is gibberish, grabbing and writhing and moving and moaning, and then nothing but heat and light and Alanna, and his breath slows as he falls back to the bed, the world swimming around him.

His voice and ragged breathing shatter whatever control she has left. She watches him, eyes shining, wanting to be closer but loving the look in his eyes. Moving on and around him one last time, she whimpers and cries out.

Somehow, though she's not sure when or even which one of them moved, she opens her eyes and looks into his. His head is beside hers on the pillow, and his breath has evened out, whereas she still breathes like she ran around the lake. The bright light and foggy feeling clears a little -- enough for a small, wobbly smile -- and bizarrely she feels a little sad. But only a little.

His eyes are there, open and watching, and he smiles, bringing a hand up to cup her cheek.

"I wonder how much longer," she says softly and turns to kiss his hand. Her lips twitch faintly. "You know, until I'm too fat."

It's said jokingly now, and she laughs quietly.

He kisses her forehead then, and pulls her closer, because he knows it can't be all that much longer.

They both know. Sighing, Alanna smiles and rains kisses across his face.

"Love you, and," she winks, "I'm sure we will survive somehow."

"We survived before we had each other."

Not that it was nearly so fun.

Her eyebrow shoots up.

"If," she starts slowly and firmly, "you have any intention of surviving in quite that fashion, I will be rather upset with you."

She pokes him in the side.

". . . That's not what I meant!"

Adam squirms, moving a bit to the side before grabbing her hand, kissing it, and rolling on top of her.

Laughing, she grins up at him and squeezes his hand.

"I should hope not." She wriggles playfully. "Comfortable?"

Adam nods and smiles, wrapping his arms around her as he yawns.

"More so than I've ever been."

Alanna looks at Adam and smiles.

A moment later, she glances toward the kitchen and her (his) abandoned ice cream. She sighs.

Sometimes, sacrifices need to be made.

"Aye," she agrees, snuggling closer. "I feel the same."

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