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*Adam shifts happily; it'd been strange for him, sleeping in the bed alone, and he's been doing a lot of hard work to catch up on his sleep.*

*Alanna turns her head up toward his, brushing at a stray eyelash on his cheek with cool fingertips. She doesn't remember going to sleep last night or when he returned, so she must have been tired. But she isn't tired now, so she simply watches him sleep.

It's a pity her hand is a bit cold as it settles at his waist.*

*And then, somewhere deep in his dreams, Brian gets Adam with a snowball.*

No fair!

*No, he's not yet awake.*

*Alanna would approve of Brian's aim. She lifts her head with a smirk and murmurs a quick spell, warming the bit of skin she had just assaulted with her cold hands.

Knights are bound to show kindness, after all.

Which is why she rubs her feet together for a moment before twining her legs through his.*

*Now that's definitely much better than snow...

but what's Brian doing in his bed? Adam blinks his eyes open, confused.*

*A better question would be what is Brian doing kissing Adam's cheek and caressing his side while in bed? Alanna would certainly like to know. Luckily she has no idea that she has been mistaken for his friend, and thus continues on her present course, deciding to wake him up after all.

Now why is Brian kissing the corner of his mouth?*

*Adam would like to know that, as well, and pulls back, a little bit frightened.*

Oh.

You're not Brian.

*Alanna blinks, eyes widening in surprise. That is certainly the very last thing she expected him to say, but Adam is rarely predictable. It's one reason she loves him.*

Not today, no. Never on Mondays.

*He smiles, and leans over to give her a kiss.*

Can we make that all the rest of the days, too?

I think that should be easy enough.

*She kisses him for a moment, then giggles and rolls on top of him.*

Hullo. Why did you think I was Brian? Does he frequently wake you up in such a manner? I would hate to have to thrash your friend.

*Her eyes are bright with humor, and that as much as the smile on her face should assure him she's just teasing.

Mostly.*

*He grins up at her, feigning trying to get free.*

He threw a snowball at me.

*Adam nods seriously.*

*She holds his arms down gently and frowns.*

That's a rather serious offense.

Oh, yes. I certainly plan on getting him back next I see him.

*It doesn't matter that Brian did it in Adam's dreams. He did it just the same.*

Can I help? I'm quite an asset in a snowball fight. Just ask Indiana. Granted, he's still a bit bitter about that.

*A triumphant look in her eyes, she leans down and kisses his nose.*

When did you get back?

Duly noted.

*He goes for a kiss on the mouth, and leans back, satisfied.*

Last night. You were asleep. Talked a bit, but I guess you didn't wake up.

*She leans down and rests her chin on his chest, settling easily against him.*

I wish I had, as I have loads to tell you. *Smiling, she bites the tip of her thumb.* I spoke to Aziraphael last night.

Oh?

*He perks right up at that.*

Really.

Really.

*Alanna grins from ear to ear even as she blushes.*

I adore him, naturally. I'm a bit concerned that he thinks me slightly mad as I could not quite get my words right, but we had a nice conversation. He remembered me, and told me about God, jam and volcanoes before we discussed you.

*Lowering her lashes, she traces a pattern over his heart and sighs.*

Jam?

*Yes, it's possible Adam wants to put off the bit about him. Can't imagine why.*

Apparently there are angels who can spend days singing about God's role in the creation of jam. He seemed baffled by this, as am I. Apple butter is much more impressive.

As is coffee.

*She'll let him delay for a bit if he'd rather, but that nervous feeling is back in the pit of her stomach.*

Coffee is definitely much better than Jam. Did you tell him that?

*Adam would've liked to see his face.*

No, I did not. I should have. Oh, and he thinks I should be introduced to Whitman. Maybe you should make me a list of your favorite books.

*Perhaps she's putting it off a bit now as well.*

Whitman is grand. I'm not sure I'd be able to come up with a list. Obviously, this means you should come to the shop with me.

I want to. Now I should have the time, so whenever you wish...

*She smiles.*

Tomorrow, perhaps?