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Mmmmm.

*Partially awake, she wraps her arms around him and rolls over, successfully pinning him to the bed. She yawns and makes herself at home on his chest.*

Good morning. Demons?

*Grinning, he leans up and kisses her.*

You're the one said it. s'just a demon, before you fled to my arms for safety.

Bah. I'd never flee a demon. Perhaps I vanquished it moments before awakening, and thus this is a celebratory pounce. Did I wake you up?

*Concerned, she kisses the tip of his nose.*

Mm. A celebratory pounce, indeed.

*His hands move to her waist.*

Not in the least.

Are you sure? We can't have you falling asleep on your feet.

*She smiles, wiggling a bit.*

I had a dream about you, too.

I've been awake.

*He says it with a smile, as she moves.*

Oh? Will you share?

Nope. Well, not yet anyway.

*A decidedly devilish look in her eye, she smirks and trails kisses along his jaw.*

Perhaps later.

Later.

*He draws the word out, whining.*

Yes, later. *She mimics him.* I feel it might be wise to wait until we find the damn thing or get something else instead.

So.

You can have fun with that for a while.

*Snickering, she tickles him. She hasn't forgotten last night - far from it. But she is determined to put him at ease. It feels important.* What would you like to do today, Adam?

*He slumps back on the bed.*

Right. Yes.

*And takes a deep breath. Before squirming, and yelling. He's trying. He's not quite there yet.*

Quit it!

*And then he bites his tongue and is quiet.*

M'sorry. I don't know. Need to get out of here, I think.

*Ceasing the torture, she rubs her thumbs in slow circles at his side and kisses him softly.*

Aye, I think that would be good.

I love you.

Let's go to London, okay?

Okay.

If that's what you'd like.

*Nodding, she slides off of him and offers her hand.*

It is. I don't suppose I could bring my sword?

*Taking it, he lifts himself from the bed and heads over to the closet in the possibly futile attempt at finding something relatively clean to wear.*

Your-

*He shakes his head and smiles.*

That's probably not the best of ideas. We'd either be arrested or photographed.

Ah, well. I figured it was worth a try.

*As he heads for the closet, she grabs his hand and steers him toward the other side of the bed. There's a laundry basket of clean clothes.*

Sometimes I find it silly to put things away when you're only going to use them again. Those are clean.

*She nods and reaches down for a pair of grey wool pants and a beige sweater.*

Will this do?

*He nods and slips the sweater on over his head, but then he probably would have nodded and slid a pink polka dot dress over his head if she'd handed it to him.*

So what do we need? A dress?

*Smiling, she nods and turns back to the closet. Her 'modern' clothes don't get worn as much, so they remain on hangers. Plus, she takes extra good care of them. Rifling around in the closet, she replies over her shoulder.*

A dress, yes. Not for Tortall, but I need another for whatever wedding or party occurs next. And I'd like to look for gifts if we can. Not that I know what to get anyone, but maybe something will present itself. Hmmm, this will have to do for me.

*She hums, several articles of clothing tossed over her shoulder as she races to the bathroom.*

I'll be right back.

*He watches after her, a little boggled, but mostly happy. Dressed, he moves to sit back on the bed, his head propped on his hand, watching the bathroom door. After a while, he starts to get worried.*

What are you doing in there?

*As soon as the door shuts, she takes a deep breath and sits on the edge of the tub, fingers twisting in the sweater.

It's not exactly easy to get that mental image to go away, and for a moment, she's worried that it's permanently burned in her brain.

But only for a moment.

Shoving the jealousy and hurt aside, she makes a face at herself in the mirror and gets dressed, playing around a bit with lipstick and mascara. It's cold in London and she dresses accordingly, but still wears a skirt. She likes wearing skirts. Almost as an afterthought, Alanna shakes her head and mumbles something, her hair going a bit wavy. She smiles at the result -quickly wiping the red stain off her teeth- and walks out.*

Okay. I'm ready. Sorry, I had to deal with my hair.

*He head raises slowly, and a smile spreads over his face.*

You look-

*Nervous, she smooths the front of her skirt and finds her shoes, hopping a little as she puts them on. Next goes the hat, and she looks around for her scarf before finally turning back to him.*

...Is it okay?

You look amazing.

*He smiles at her, a little shy, though he wouldn't quite be able to say why.*

Thank you. So do you.

*Relieved, she grins and walks over, running her hand through his hair. *

Ready?

*He nods, taking her hand in his. And soon enough, the early morning murmers of the bar are replaced with the midday bustle of London; wet streets, busy people, cars everywhere. Squeezing her hand, he gives her a smile.*

Dresses first, then?

I do not think I will ever get used to that.

*Alanna laughs, turning sideways to avoid a frazzled looking pedestrian. The noise, lights and sounds will never cease to fascinate her, and she looks around with wide, curious eyes, staring at a man walking by with a cell phone headset attached to his ear.*

Why is he talking to himself?

*Shrugging, she nods.*

Dresses.

*They are standing in front of a large department store named Selfridges & Co. Shoppers with bright yellow bags pause before the store windows, marveling at the holiday decorations. Alanna does the same.*

Great Mother, look at all that glitter.