Okay, so I had this idea for the past few days so I took this time to write it while I had the chance. It was originally meant to just be a two-shot but because of everything I put it ended up being longer. Anyway, it is rated M, mainly for the last chapter. It's my first time writing something like this so I hope you guys like it. And with that, let's move on with the story.

She stumbled, her body leaning against her support while she giggled to herself.

"Easy, Princess." The young boy said beside her. Her arm was slung around his shoulders as he led her up the steps to her condo. Fiona said nothing as he led her upwards, and before she knew it she was standing in the middle of her condo. She slowly pulled away from Adam and looked around, before heading off into the kitchen. She could feel Adam watching her but said nothing. She found herself looking over the few magnets on her fridge door, debating whether or not to check if there was another bottle somewhere inside.

"Fiona, maybe you should sit down," Fiona heard Adam say behind her. She turned and walked over to the counter, leaning against it and smiling as she caught his eyes.

"Oh, what happened to princess?" She questioned playfully, watching as Adam gave a small smile in response. Deciding to listen to him she headed over to the couch, kicking off her heels as she lightly dropped into the cushions under her. Then she looked up to see Adam watching himself in the body mirror that was hung against the wall. He looked so distant.

Fiona, of course, knew that Adam was transgender before they started dating. But it wasn't a problem for her, though some days it seemed to bother him a bit more than normal.

She shook her head, feeling her thoughts get a bit hazy. Fiona stood and moved over to him, gently grabbing his hand with hers.

"Come, I want to show you something." She said, leading him down the hall.

She stepped into her room, letting go of Adam's hand. As she turned to face him she saw that he wasn't smiling like she thought he would be.

"You wanted to show me your room?" Adam asked, puzzled. Fiona sat at the edge of her bed and patted the spot beside her.

Slowly he walked over and took a seat beside her, looking down at the floor.

"Fiona, why were you drinking?" Adam asked her, lifting his head and locking his gaze with hers. Fiona felt her smile falter; she didn't want to say anything. That was the whole point of drinking, to forget about the truth for awhile.

She silenced Adam by pressing her lips against his, and he immediately responded, if still a bit tense. They had been dating for about seven months so making out wasn't unfamiliar territory for them. Only after a long moment Adam pulled away, causing Fiona to frown.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Adam said, red staining his cheeks in a blush. "You're drunk."

Staring at Adam, Fiona lifted her hand to touch her boyfriend's cheek, making him look back at her. For a few silent moments they just stared at each other.

"It's okay Adam." Fiona said in reassurance as he broke eye contact with her again. She leaned forward again, landing a kiss at the corner of his lips. Part of her knew what she was doing was wrong, but the other part of her didn't care. The alcohol was going against her better judgment, though honestly Fiona wondered if being drunk would have even made a difference.

Her hand lay over his jeans, above his crotch area. Fiona heard Adam's breathing quicken which she took as a good sign.

"Wh-what are you doing?" His tone was low and he had grown tense at her sudden action. Fiona gave him a gentle smile, knowing he was nervous. In fact, she was too, she wasn't sure exactly what she was doing but she couldn't find it in her to stop herself.

"I want to be closer with you Adam." Intimacy wasn't something Fiona usually wanted, but with it came a bond. Her and Adam have been through tons together, though they both still dodged the L word and they weren't touchy feely like other couples. She felt that what she had with Adam was strong already, and she wanted them to be stronger.

He looked at her, but Fiona couldn't see what he was trying to say with his eyes. Taking his silence as an okay she leaned in once again and pressed her lips to his. There was still the question on if they were both ready for this, but Fiona wouldn't give herself the chance to ask. She nudged Adam to lean back and he quietly allowed them to be lowered together onto her bed. She moved a bit so she was half way on top of his torso.

Adam's arms lowered to her sides, and Fiona tried to push out the slight discomfort she was feeling. Not from Adam, but because of what she was doing. Adam's mouth finally parted, and the air grew hot around them. Still there was a twinge of awkwardness neither could shake off yet both refused to verbally acknowledge.

She felt at a sudden standstill, wanting to continue but unsure how. Giving Adam another kiss she slowly lifted up her hand, her thumb brushing the side of Adam's cheek, and Fiona froze. The cheek was wet.

Pulling away Fiona saw the small tears that slid down Adam's cheeks. He stared up with her, trying to mask the discomfort once again he was clearly feeling, only this time there was no way around it. She wanted to cry with him, realizing it was her fault he was like this. Yet the tears wouldn't come.

"Adam...?" Her voice sounded shaky, unnerved. Adam's hands were at her sleeves, and he gently tugged her to come down. Fiona complied and laid against him with her head at his shoulder, his arms moving around her at the waist. Only it wasn't like the other times they've hugged, Fiona noticed the difference. Adam was still tense, and he was doing his best not to move.

She glanced up and saw the truth, that Adam was still crying his soundless tears, letting them casually slid down his face. She recognized immediately what was going on with him and suddenly felt a mass amount of guilt hit her. She buried her head into his neck and soon enough they were crying together in silence for their own reasons. Neither spoke, both feeling like they had failed the other.