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[last_adam]

[After this.]

*It's still chilly out, but after Mordred left, Adam couldn't bring himself to come back in yet. He'd gone outside to practice, and he was going to finish his practice.



He's got years on you. Decades.

Advance, thrust, retreat, retreat, parry, advance.

You've barely started your own training.

Thrust, thrust, retreat, advance, thrust, retreat, parry.

He's a knight.



By the end of it, his feet ached, his muscles screamed, and he could feel every millimeter of fabric that scraped against the cut on his arm. But still, the embarrassment was there.

When he comes home, the fire's going, and he can see Alanna moving around in the bedroom, but it's the couch he ends up on. Sword propped up along the edge, he collapses, boneless, letting the heat of the fire wash over him.*

Comments

[the_lioness]

You will get better, Adam. For now just be pleased with how far you have come. Consider that in time, perhaps you'll leave marks of your own.

*She looks up at him.*

Right?

[last_adam]

Right.

[the_lioness]

*Alanna smiles and kisses him.*

Good. I love you. Now, try to relax?

[last_adam]

Yes, dear.

*His face shows the affection as he says it, and he holds her close, leaning into her.*

[the_lioness]

*She lightly swats the back of his head.*

Careful. Now that I'm not taking it easy on you, you'd best be nice.

[last_adam]

*Adam laughs, and kisses her, a twinkle in his eye.*

Would you have preferred yes ma'am?

[the_lioness]

Sir.

*She grins impishly.*

Yes, Sir.

[last_adam]

*Two can play at that game.*

Yes, sir. Sorry, sir. Permission requested to go to bed, sir. With my partner, sir.

[the_lioness]

*archly* Permission granted.

*She stands, offering him her hand.*

Assuming you don't fuss at said partner for her freezing feet.

[last_adam]

*He grins as he stands and wraps his arms around her waist as he walks her backwards to the bedroom.*

I make no promises, sir.