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*He pulls her a bit closer, and places a hand on the small of her back.*

It won't eat you.

*Getting on first, he turns around so that she can watch him as they go up the escalator.*

Huh. Now I feel extra short.

*She grins as they go up, lifting her hand to his waist for balance. It remains an unsettling sensation. When they step off, she nearly causes a traffic jam by digging in her heels and not taking a step away from the escalator.

There are so many dresses. All colors, lengths, sizes: she has no idea where to begin.*

Well.

I suppose I should just look for anything that isn't orange?

*He laughs, trying to tug her away from the escalator - and the growing line of cranky shoppers.*

That would be a start, perhaps.

*Adam turns, then, to look at the dresses and he, too, is rather overwhelmed.*

I don't even know where to start.

Are you looking for a dress as well, then?

*She teases, dragging him toward a section of dresses that look more her style. Less frills. Finding one she likes, she ducks around a display and puts the hanger over her neck.*

What do you think?

It's beautiful. Did you want something quite so long, though?

Hmmm, perhaps you are right.

*Focused, she pushes the dress at him and wanders off. Thankfully, she has been to a department store before, and thus the concept of dressing rooms is not new. Soon she has her arms full and finds him again, grinning.*

Lots of options. These are heavy, so I'm going to go try them.

*Adam just stares at the pile of clothing.*

Oh! Right. Um. Rooms are...

*He looks around, trying to locate the dressing rooms.*

Over to your right. *Says a sales associate eyeing the pile in Alanna's arms.

Alanna smiles at her, suddenly self-conscious.*

Right. I'll just- Will you be here?

Yeah. Or I could-

*Adam catches the eye of the sales associate, who gives him a disapproving look.*

I'll be right here.

All right. If I find one I like, I'll come show you.

Maybe.

*Alanna winks and follows the sales associate, declining the woman's offer to take the dresses. It's possible she's wrinkling them horribly, but they feel good. This feels good. Once inside, she stares at herself in the mirror and smiles.*

Big ears, big ears.

Purple one first, I think.

*Adam waits a few minutes, and then, well, if the sales lady doesn't remember a young man hanging about, then who's that to harm?*

Who's got big ears?

Me!

*She smiles, checking the lock and starting to change.*

Are you supposed to be back here, Adam Young?

The lock's just fine.

*He winks.*

Am I supposed to be? Well, not technically, I suppose.

Some rules, they say, are made to be broken.

*She lets the skirt fall and holds her hand out.*

And since you are here... purple!

*He grins at her.*

I really don't think purple is my color.

*And winks. But helps her on with the dress. It looks stunning, and he says so.*

*Alanna stares at her reflection almost as if she doesn't recognize herself. It isn't the first time she has had that problem. Smiling, she turns and hugs him, face tilted up.*

I like it. Length okay?

*It hits her above the knee, and she's still not quite sure about such lengths.*

*He steps a bit closer, leaning down and cupping his hand behind her knee.*

Seems just about perfect, to me.

*Her breath catches.*

Oh? Really?

*Biting her lip, she grips his waist and swallows.

Stupid dream.*

*He doesn't remove his hand, but his fingers move slightly against her skin.*

Mhmm.

*He tilts his head with a smile.*

You okay?

*Dazed, she blinks at him for a moment, lifting her leg closer.*

Uh huh.

*Her fingers slip under his shirt, splaying wide against the heat of his skin.*

Are you?

I should... try more.

*When she lifts the leg, he pulls it even closer.*

Me? I'm fine.

You ought to try on the other dresses.

I should? I should. Yes. I'll do that.

*But she makes no move toward them, rather stands on her toes, shifting her leg higher and closer. She slips one hand out of his shirt and runs it up his chest and around his neck for support.*

...trouble.

I don't think I can reach the zipper.

*His hands move to her waist, pulling her closer.*

You mean this?

*And he reaches around her back, running his hand slowly along it before slowly slowly pulling the zip down.*

Mmmm hmmmm.

*Alanna licks her lower lip, leaving her mouth slightly open. Eyes on his, she lets the front of the dress fall. It barely catches low on her hips, perhaps aided by the extra step she takes -almost into Adam.

Trusting him to take her weight, she leans into him and kisses the corner of his mouth.*

Thank you.

*And he does, his hands back down to wrap around her waist.*

I've missed you.

*And it means what it does, and he kisses her.*