AN: there's a line in the official episode description for When Love Takes Over, "Fiona's drinking habits become out of control. Adam's willing to turn a blind eye if it means they get to spend time together." That line has been bothering me since I first read it, so I wrote this to get into Adam's head a bit more.
Everything's Fine
"Fiona, are you home?" Adam called as he knocked on the door to Fiona's condo. She didn't come to school that day and Holly J had no idea where she was. When his fourth call to her went unanswered he'd gone from concerned to frantic. "Fiona!"
"I'm coming," he finally heard her say. After a moment, she opened the door, looking tired. She smiled when she saw him. "Hi! What are you doing here?"
He shrugged. He could already smell the alcohol on her breath. "You weren't at school today. I was worried. I just wanted to check on you, make sure you're ok."
"Aww, you're so sweet." She smiled and touched his arm. The simple movement threw her off balance and she nearly fell over. He quickly held his arms out to steady her. "Oops," she giggled.
"Are you ok?" he asked.
She nodded, though she was still clearly off balance. "I'm fine."
"Maybe you should sit down," he suggested, gesturing to her couch.
"Does someone want to get more comfortable?" she teased.
He shrugged silently, smiling sheepishly.
She smiled as well and began walking into her living room holding onto his hand. She stumbled and he quickly ran to catch her. "My prince," she sighed dramatically, her head falling onto his shoulder as he put his arm securely around her waist. "Always there for me."
He smiled again as he led her to the couch. Glancing around her apartment, he noticed a couple empty bottles of champagne.
He sighed as he stood next to the couch, watching as she sat down. She looked up at him and patted the spot next to her. He hesitated then sat down, she automatically moved closer to him, leaning her head against his shoulder again. "You're such a good boyfriend."
"I'm your boyfriend?" He slowly put his arm around her shoulders, smiling again.
"What else do you call this?"
"Um…"
Before he could come up with an answer, her lips were on his. He kissed her back eagerly, lifting his hand to cup her cheek. She's drunk, a voice in the back of his mind told him as they reclined to a laying position on the couch.
He knew she was the minute she opened the door. He'd seen her drunk a couple times before, but she was never like those drunks who were on TV, sloppy and falling over, unable to form full sentences.
While she sometimes lost her balance, she always kept herself well put together. She liked to have a couple drinks once in a while, but there was nothing that told him this was a problem. She was always fine the next day.
He loved kissing her. He'd kissed her several times while she was sober, but they were usually fairly chaste. Nothing like the way they were kissing at that moment.
He jumped when her tongue slipped into his mouth. She moved away to look at him. "Problem?" she asked.
"No," he said. "No problem."
She smiled and kissed him again. He closed his eyes and kissed her back again, pulling her closer when her tongue met his again.
Everything's fine, he told himself. With moments like this, how could it not be?
the end