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*Finally changed into dry clothes and hanging the last of his sopping wet outfit in front of the fire to dry, Adam flops onto the couch. He smiles the smile of the well and truly happily tired.*

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*Alanna's whole face lights up.*

REALLY?!?! Puff? And Lockheed? Goddess, that's WONDERFUL.

*This is possibly not the reaction Adam was hoping for.*

*quietly*

Alanna.

How long? Do we know how long? Is she okay? Does Kitty know?

*Still beaming, she tugs on his shirt again, effectively rocking him back and forth in her excitement.*

I wonder what color it will be.

*Adam wraps his arms tighter, trying to calm her down. Or at least keep her from fidgiting quite so much.*

Alanna!

Yes?

*She gives him an odd look, then smiles.*

You promised.

*Her face falls a little, and she sighs.*

But...

*She did promise, and although she knows it's silly to think about keeping another dragon... PUFF is PREGNANT. What if it's purple? Frowning, she leans her forehead against his shoulder and refuses to look at him.*

No space. I know.

No space. We'll find a good home for it, though. Okay?

Okay.

*She nods against his shoulder. Yup, still sulking.*

*Hesitantly*

I love you?

*That gets a smile, albeit a small one. She sighs and slowly wraps her arms around his waist.*

Was that a question?

Never.

*Her smile widens, and she kisses him just under his ear before sitting up.*

Besides, I could hardly sneak more than one to Olau.

*She concedes the battle. Only time will tell if she concedes the war.*

*Adam smiles a little.*

They'd be miserable without you there all the time. And Myles would never forgive you if he lost his underclothes.

*A kiss to her forehead.*

So, what did you to today other than plot to attack the one you love?

It is true. Such things are harder to replace in my world than yours.

*She smiles, hands running up and down his sides.*

Oh, that we've been plotting for days. I think Kitty was the only one wise enough to ignore our invitation.

*brief pause* I talked to Morgan.

That's because Kitty is possibly smarter than the rest of us put together.

*After all, Kitty pawned Puff off on them.*

How did that go?

Not terribly well. She faces a rough choice, I fear. I don't know if she has told you about Urien, but she told Barty, and is unsure of his reaction, really.

I can't imagine what she must be feeling.

*Alanna swallows and is suddenly holding on to Adam rather tightly.*

*It's been quite some time since Morgan's talked to Adam about Urien, but he remembers.*

We're quite lucky, aren't we?

Yes. The luckiest.

*She kisses him, hard at first, but then less so, a little in awe.*

I love you.

She saw the scar. *Alanna smiles a little.* She said it was very us.

It is.

No more yelling, then?

No, not in several days. Not even a labored sigh.

*Her lips twitch.*

*Adam laughs, it's a little uncomfortable.*

Maybe the worst is over.

Aziraphael says to tell you he's sorry.

Pardon? *She blinks, shocked.*

We talked, a bit. He asked that I apologize for the way he acted. He was afraid you hated him.

*Still gaping, she struggles with her response.*

Me?

No, I... I just wanted him to like me. For your sake, really. And I truly like him, so it did sting a bit.

But I'm irrelevant here.

*Concerned, she eyes him and brushes his hair back.* Are you all right?