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*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.*

*She nods rapidly as he leans in for a kiss. Both arms around his neck now, she doesn't notice when the dress falls to the ground, leaving her in her underwear. She would be cold, if the entire length of her body was not pressed against Adam.

He feels heavenly.

She makes a low sound in the back of her throat and kisses him far more deeply than is probably wise in their current location.*

*It may not be prudent, but Adam's already taken care of that problem. Nobody'll even notice they were ever there. He runs his hands down her back, nipping at her lip as he kisses her.*

*She gasps, eyes heavy-lidded as she pulls back a bit to look at him.*

Wool itches.

*Having clarified this important fact, she moans softly and flicks her tongue along the inside of his lower lip, deepening the kiss. Careful not to upset their balance, she stops long enough to leap into his arms, legs wrapping around him.*

We're insane.

*Arms supporting Alanna, he pushes her back into the mirrored wall of the dressing room, pressing her between it and himself as he kisses her. For a brief moment, he catches the feel of her nails on his skin and her teeth on his lip and suddenly it's

hard, hot, rough

NOT last night, it's not last night, and she's not Thom, and neither is he. But he pulls back for a moment, resting his head on her shoulder.*

*Breathing unsteadily, Alanna drops her head back against the glass and lets her legs start to fall back to the ground.

It doesn't take a huge stretch of the imagination to know what he's thinking. He did the same thing when they were in the lake... and Goldy...

Okay, this really fucking hurts.

She doesn't say anything, just strokes his hair and stares off into space.*

*He doesn't pick his head up from her shoulder quite yet, nor does he put her down. He does, however, bring one of his hands down to grasp hers.*

I'm sorry. I was-

and it was-

He's not you, Alanna, as much as I wanted him to be last night.

*She nods stiffly, the arm around his shoulders tightening.*

It's okay.

*It's not really, but she has no idea what to say. She's struggling against the tears and the jealousy, and so far winning.*

I- You don't have to say that, Adam. I saw it.

He's not me. I'm not him. But I love you. And if you want to talk about anything, you know I'll listen, right?

*Eyeing the single wobbly chair provided, Adam wraps his arms around Alanna and slides the both of them to the floor, trying - and mostly succeeding - to land her in his lap.*

Talking, right. Talking is good.

*He's mostly trying to reassure himself.*

Last night, I thought-

I thought maybe if you didn't want me, he could-

*Adam trails off, not detailing what Thom could do; both he and Alanna know it well.*

Or maybe I could be like I was.

But I can't.

And I know that's not what you said and it's not what you meant, but it's what I thought.

Oh, Adam.

*Squeezing her eyes shut, she buries her face in his throat and shivers.*

I'm sorry I couldn't get the right words out. I'm sorry if you ever thought I didn't want you.

But I'm not sorry you aren't like you used to be. I'm not sorry that you're the wonderful person you are.

*She sniffs, losing the battle.*

*He wraps his arms around her, laying kisses on her head, cheek, nose, neck, mouth, anywhere he can get, using his hands to wipe away her tears.*

I love you.