WWLAOS: Apologies for the innuendo, this is about the end of it for the fic. Adam just has one of those kinds of personalities. Tara was sort of a minor distraction while I was trying to write CCW. Mankey will catch his later on in Of Dragon Souls. Don't want to give it away though.
They had returned to the house, Ron and Tara sitting in the back seat, talking quietly, Julie and Adam in the front, sitting as close as she could get without being in his lap. Though the radio had been playing soft country on the way in, something about the mood had prompted Adam to shut it off on the way back. Birds outside the window woke him, at least in part. His mind still groggy, he had to stop and identify what the weight on his back was. Shego was out of the question, because he rarely woke on the bed when she was in it, since she couldn't stop tossing and turning. Kim was out, because they'd only actually had sex once, and she'd left the room with Ron just afterwards. Something about Ron gave him a clue, especially when a lock of electric blue hair dangled in his face.
"Julie." He muttered and realized he was trying to talk through his pillow. "Julie. I can't feel my entire left leg."
"Sorry, hang on, I'm tangled..." There was a thud as she fell off the bed. "in the blankets." She finished. The sudden slap of cold air, which wasn't really cold, but was still surprising after the warmth of the blankets, drove him up, and to his feet. Julie giggled again, as he took hold of her arm. She came to her feet, still clutching the blankets.
"Something I missed last night?" He asked quizzically. She stared at him in puzzlement. "The way you're clutching the blankets. As if I missed something last night, that you don't want me to see."
"It's cold in here." She replied with a grin.
"Oh." He crossed the floor, ignoring the sound she was making watching, and pulled a robe from the wardrobe, and tossed it to her. She caught it, and slung it over her shoulders, dropping the blankets as she did so. He wolf-whistled, and she blushed. He laughed, swinging his own robe over his shoulders. "How about a shower, and then some breakfast?" He offered, without any innuendo. She nodded, and he pointed through the door. "Want me to throw your clothes in the washer while you're in?"
"No thanks, the dress is dry clean only." She shook her head.
"Then I'll use the other bathroom, and have breakfast started." He grinned, and headed out the door. :Now to wake the cook.: Ron wasn't in his room, or down stairs. He and Tara were out on the back porch, him leaning against the side of the seat, her snuggled against him. Adam smiled, and didn't bother to try and resist. "So, how was the sex? Mine was GREAT!" He whispered all but the last word, which he bellowed, and then dropped to the floor laughing, as the pair crashed heads trying to get up.
"That was very mean." Tara snapped. Ron sighed.
"He is a bit difficult to deal with somedays. Did you want something?" He asked Adam, who was still rolling, but the laughter was silent.
"Just... break...fast." He panted coming to a stop.
"And we didn't have sex." Tara snorted.
"He knows that, he was just trying to wake us up." Ron chuckled wryly. "Would you like some breakfast, as long as I'm making it?"
"Sure." Tara nodded, and shook her head, as she watched Adam, still laughing, head inside, and upstairs. "Why do you like him anyway?"
"Because for all his quirks and personality flaws, he always comes through when the chips are down." Ron glanced around. "Besides, when ever something goes wrong, KP blames him, not me." Tara slapped him playfully on the shoulder.
"That's terrible." She scolded mock seriously.
"So is he." Ron grinned.
"So, this party is?" Adam asked. Ron sighed.
"Downtown. Club called P3. They rented it for the night." Ron answered. It was the third time that night he'd told him. "Word is that the owner is cute, even if she's married. Her sisters on the other hand, are single, and just as cute."
"Aren't you concerned as to what's going to happen when Kim finds out?" Adam asked, picking at something on the front of his shirt.
"What makes you think she's going to?" Ron asked. Adam gave him a flat stare, and shook his head.
"Of course she's going to find out. You're nuts if you think she won't. Turn left." He warned. Ron swung the wheel to the left, barely making the turn, down into the parking lot.
"How in hell do you do that?" Ron asked, stepping out of the car. Adam shrugged.
"It's a talent, what can I say?" He grinned.
