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*Feeling a bit dejected, Alanna sits on the wood table in the main room of their flat. It's a sturdy, long table that makes her think of the Great Hall at the palace and Mid Winter feasts. Swinging her legs, she watches the cats curled up on the rug by the fire, apparently oblivious to Alanna's distress.

Cats she can handle. Horses are no problem. Even with all sorts of trunk related mischief, a tinyphant is feasible. But-

Nipping that thought in the bud, she slumps and goes back to thinking about her own parents.*

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*Adam comes through the door, slamming it shut. It's been quite a bit longer than it should have taken simply to go out to the main bar and back, but he offers no immediate explanation, simply dropping the box to the table, grabbing Alanna and kissing her like his life depended on it.*

*Jolted out of her reverie by the slamming door, her eyes widen as he stalks over.*

Ada- Mmmmph.

*She certainly seems to approve of this greeting. Arms winding around his neck, she kisses him just as thoroughly, happy to devote all that pent up energy to something other than worrying.*

*He keeps leaning forward, pinning her down on the table.*

Where are the- you took some, right? Tell me you took some.

I took some. I think?

*Dazed, she stares at his mouth and pulls him closer.*

What did I take?

The condoms, did you take some condoms?

*There's a bit of a frantic edge to his voice.*

Oh! Most of them ended up floating about the bar, but I grabbed a few.

Oh.

*She shivers, her eyes going smoky. It doesn't occur to her to tell him where they might be. Right now she is too busy enjoying his weight to think clearly.*

*He lets his head slide down, and he bangs it a few times against the table.*

Where are they?

*Alanna nips lightly at his throat and points toward the bedroom.*

In there. I thought that was the logical place, although I'm growing rather fond of this spot. Please don't knock yourself out doing that.

*He doesn't. And he's up and gone before she can say anything, or hardly even notice. Luckily, he's back nearly as quickly, with three condoms in his hand. One purple, one glow in the dark and one ribbed. He throws them vaguely at her.*

Pick one.

*Alanna blinks and gives him an odd look before examining the selection.

She thinks.

The fact that she doesn't immediately grab the purple and then grab him might suggest an inner debate.

...that rages on and on.

It's almost as if she is purposefully dragging this out. How odd.*

Alanna.

*There's a low hum of anxiety to his voice.*

Pick one. Please.

*Alanna licks her lips, then wrinkles her nose.*

But-

It's not-

*She sighs, finally taking a moment to wonder what got him so riled up in the first place.*

I want-

*Embarrassed, she gathers the three condom packets and stacks them neatly in her palm, brow furrowed.*

What.

What do you want, Alanna?

*He finally gives up a bit, and slumps down on to the couch.*

*She makes a frustrated gesture and wriggles on the table. Her skin feels itchy.*

You!

*He waves his hand in the air, nearly yelling.*

So pick a damn condom, already!

Why are you yelling?

*She hops off the table and drops all three in his lap.*

What happened?

And it's not that- it's... those. I want you, not that.

*Face red, she kicks the corner of the couch and looks back at the fire.*

*He closes his eyes and slumps lower, breathing heavily.*

But we can't right now, not like that.

*He pointedly doesn't mention what happened.*

I know!

*Fists clenched at her sides, she makes a sound very near a whimper and struggles against the urge to climb in his lap.*

I know. It's just so...

*She grumbles. The clown face is still haunting her a bit.*

You avoided my question.

*Adam, on the other hand, is having a hard time resisting the urge to pull her into his lap and say to hell with condoms.

But that's rather how this all happened, isn't it?*

Well, unless you've got a better idea...

*He leans his head back, nearly buzzing in place, until he hops up from the couch and starts pacing frantically.*

Fucking Delia.

*Alanna's mouth drops open, her eyes following him.*

What does Delia have to do with any of this? *Her eyes narrow, jealousy hitting her like a sledgehammer.* What did she do to make you this way?

Nothing.

*Not quite true.*

She found the test. She said shit. She-

I don't want to talk about it, okay?

*Eyes wide and hurt, she stares at him for a moment. Biting her lip, she wonders if he'd want her even half as much if-

She shakes her head. Alanna knows Delia. Delia knows Alanna.

Scowling, she digs her nails into her palms. At least he came to her?

Still. Alanna refuses to accept this. She wants Adam to want her.

This is why she jumps over a stray pillow and steadily shoves Adam into a wall, reaching up to pull his head down so she can kiss him much like she had after Delia's dare all those months ago.

Hmph. She'll get to the test in a minute.*

*There's a light "umph" as he's pushed against the wall, and he pushes back, but only lightly. Just enough to rile her up, not enough to push her away. He kisses her, long and hard, and his hands grasps blindly at her clothes.*

Love you.

Need you.

*She presses up against him, tearing her mouth away to kiss his neck and ear. Breath ragged, she whispers.*

Want you. So much. Love you. Adam.

You-

*Growling with frustration, she pulls back a bit, hands under his shirt and on his waist. She looks him in the eye for a moment before dropping her gaze to his lips.*

Goddess, I'm so damn furious with myself.

*He darts forward quickly, pulling her lip between his teeth just for a bite before he leans back against the wall. Her hands feel like heaven on his skin, and he closes his eyes.*

We can't.

*He blinks his eyes open and raises a hand to rest on her shoulder, which he squeezes.*

God.