I had really expected to be able to post this sooner, but then some parts just didn't want to be written and it took me some more time until I finally had them on the paper… or rather on the hard disk.

Okay, I'll make it really short today, cause I'm tired as hell!

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Silver Scribes: No, it wasn't Oliver. If it had been him, Angelina wouldn't have been talking to him, less alone hug him and let him hold her.

…Angelina stopped right in front of her husband. She brought her hand to his neck and pulled his head to her so she could kiss him. Of course she had taken Adrian by surprise but after a moment he returned the kiss, his arms wrapping themselves around Angelina's waist.

She slowly ended the kiss, her hand resting on his chest. Adrian pulled his arms away from her and looked asking at her.

"Why did you just kiss me?"

Angelina put more pressure on his chest, sensing that Oliver was still standing behind her and not wanting to let Adrian go.

"I was trying to keep you from doing something that one of us would surely regret!" she replied. Adrian looked over her shoulder at Oliver and Angelina felt him tense underneath her hand.

"Adrian." She was trying to get his attention back to her. "Oliver has been my friend since… forever. He was always there, even before I could walk or speak. His mother was my godmother, as was my mother to him. He's like a brother to me." She paused a moment before she continued to speak.

"I haven't asked anything from you for me. And I won't ask for anything else if you just grant me one wish: don't keep me from seeing Oliver."

Adrian looked at her without any emotion showing on his face or in his eyes. He looked over her shoulder at Oliver again then back at her. Without saying anything he turned around and walked away from her.

"Adrian…" Angelina could feel a soft hand on her arm and turned around to see Sophia standing next to her. The old woman shook her head and looked after her retreating grandson.

"Give him time. He is a testardo. Just like his grandfather." Sophia smiled at the memories. "Briscoe was just as stubborn as Adrian."

"And what did you do when he just walked away without a word?" Angelina sighed. She looked at Sophia and saw her smiling.

"That depended on why he walked away, but mostly I got him to talk to me again by… ah, well, if you can't guess this than you will have a long, hard married life ahead of you." Sophia winked at Angelina. But she could tell that Angelina had wanted a different answer.

"Make him see that he's the only man for you." She told Angelina, the smile gone from her face. "And don't let him doubt you."

Angelina sat on her bed while her thoughts went back to what Oliver had told her. Her parents had always met with Oliver's on Saturdays for brunch. Never had they missed one. And this had then been the reason for their death? This wasn't fair!

"Angie?" She turned towards the door to see Julia peeking through the halfway open door. Angelina smiled at her sister and the younger girl came running to her and sat down next to her on the bed.

"What are you thinking about?" Julia asked her when she leaned her head against her sister's arm. Angelina brought her arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.

"I've been thinking of mum and dad." Angelina said while she ran her hand through Julia's hair.

"I miss them." The seven-year-old said silently.

"I miss them, too, Julia." Angelina whispered and kissed Julia's head.

"Come, you should go to bed now." Julia nodded.

"This mean woman is here again." She said when Angelina brought her to her room. 'This mean woman' was Julia's term for Camille Crowfeather. Angelina sighed at the knowledge of the woman being here.

Adrian was just walking into the house when Angelina came down the stairs. Their eyes found each other at the same moment a voice that he absolutely detested called his name.

"Adrian. It's so nice to see you again. It has been so long since we last saw each other."

Adrian sighed when Camille came from the drawing room and headed directly towards him. He raised his eyebrows when she stopped in front of him, smiling up at him as she batted her eyes at him.

"We just saw each other two days ago, Camille." He replied while he watched out of the corner of his eyes as Angelina reached the last step of the staircase.

Make him see that he's the only man for you. Angelina remembered Sophia's words. And while I'm at it I better make Camille see that I'm the only woman for him. She thought as she made her way over to where Adrian and Camille were standing. Now she could only hope Adrian wouldn't push her away.

Gathering up every little bit of Gryffindor courage inside her she walked to her husband and ran her hand from his chest to his shoulder.

"You're late." She whispered and leaned forward to kiss his cheek.

"I missed you." Her breath ran over his ear. Adrian brought his hands to her waist when Angelina's lips travelled closer towards his mouth. A low growl escaped from the depths of his throat when their lips met.

His grip on her waist tightened when she parted her lips to welcome his tongue into her mouth. God, this woman could make him forget everything around him. The way she looked up at him with those dark brown, passion filled eyes as they parted. The way her breath tickled his skin. The way her hands felt on his shoulders as though she was holding herself up only by this action.

"Come to bed." She asked him silently and kissed him again, gentler this time and shorter.

"I'll be there in a minute." Adrian replied and let slowly go of her. He headed towards the kitchen and left the two women in the hall.

"I wish you a good night Camille." Angelina smiled at the blonde woman next to her.

Adrian opened the door to their bedroom to find Angelina sitting on the bed, her legs pulled close to her. Her black hair fell over her shoulders, hiding the thin straps of the golden negligee she was wearing. All she would need to make the picture complete would be a pair of white feather wings.

When his eyes rested on her face or more precisely on her eyes he saw the uncertainty in them.

"Are you angry at me for asking you about seeing Oliver?" she asked quietly when he closed the door behind himself. Adrian sighed and leaned against the closed door.

"I'm not angry at you." He finally says, his eyes closed. When he opened them again he saw Angelina holding her hand out for him to take.

"Come to bed." She whispered again. Adrian did as she asked and kneed down on the bed, next to her. He ran his right hand through her hair and gently pulled her face close to his.

"I want to know when you meet him." He whispered. Normally it was a request that Angelina would have immediately refused but the look in his eyes – desperate and pleading – was something she couldn't say no to. Not when it came from a man as Adrian. And so she nodded.

Adrian touched her lips with his own. His hand buried in her hair, he kept her close to his face. With every second the kiss became more and more heated. Angelina started to unbutton his shirt. Adrian's hand slid to her leg stroking the soft skin of her thigh.

When Angelina had finished unbuttoning his shirt and had managed to pull it of his body her eyes fell on the bandage he had on his left arm. She pulled back from him immediately and frowned at it.

"You are hurt?" she asked and touched the bandage softly.

"No." Adrian answered and kissed her neck. He laid her down on the bed and moved the negligee farther up her legs.

"Then why the bandage?" Angelina asked confused.

"That way you don't have to see the…" Angelina interrupted him by pulling him into another kiss. She had already understood. He had bandaged his arm so she wouldn't see the dark mark on it again.

Her fingers moved to undo his trousers and as soon as she had the buttons open her hand moved underneath the fabric. Adrian groaned into her mouth as her fingers wrapped themselves around him.

He nibbled at her bottom lip while he pushed the golden negligee up to her waist. His fingers moved back towards her legs and he stroked the inside of her thigh. Angelina sighed heavily as his fingers moved farther north. She threw her head back into the pillow and granted Adrian access to her neck.

Adrian kissed and nibbled his way from her lips over her neck to the hem of the negligee. His fingers were stroking her slowly, keeping the same rhythm her own hand set inside of his trousers.

"I need you." Angelina told him huskily and moved to pull the last pieces of clothing off of him. Mere seconds later he was lying naked on top of her, his trousers and boxer shorts lying on the floor, covered by her negligee.

She could feel him against her, so close and yet he didn't enter her. It was driving her crazy. She moaned and pushed her hips up to get him to finally move into her. But Adrian merely rubbed himself against her and kissed her cheek.

"You're mine." He whispered and his breath against her skin made her shiver. She looked into his eyes. They were an unusual dark blue, or maybe it was just the lack of light in the room that made them look so dark.

"I'm yours." She whispered back and his lips captured hers when he drove himself deep into her. Adrian's hands roamed over her body when they started to move together.

Their hands tried to touch every inch of the other one's body. Angelina felt as though they were some addicts in search of their drug. Their movements were hectic and chaotic. Their kisses passionate and wild. It wasn't as though they hadn't slept with each other in the past few days. It was more like years. Centuries.

And it didn't make sense. To neither of them. To have such feelings. To feel so complete only when they were united although they didn't love each other. Didn't believe in love. And even if they would have, believed in love that is, they would certainly not have been the wandering soul that had been meant for the other.

And yet, when they came, they screamed the name of the other one out into the night and held tightly onto the other one until they fell onto the bed and stayed there entwined in each other.

For a split second it was good and nothing else. Just good. That is, until they opened their eyes and looked at each other. When icy blue met warm brown – ice met fire – that they let go of each other.

And just as in every other night before, Angelina turned to lie on her side, her back towards her husband. And all Adrian was left to do was fall asleep until the sounds she made when her nightmares reappeared would wake him up again.