A/N: technically this isn't the weekend, but better late that never right? anyway... i LOVE fluff so here's some Sydrian goodness :)

spoiler alert! this is intended to be my take on what could possibly happen after Richelle's completion of the Bloodlines series...


Pairing: Adrian/Sydney

Genre: Romance

Narration: SPOV (Sydney) & APOV (Adrian)

*suggestively lemony

-Our Happy Ending-

SPOV

I woke to the shimmering rays of fresh sunlight dancing across the skin of my bare back. A small smile tugged on the content corners of my swollen lips as I nuzzled my forehead closer against the strong, broad chest that my head was resting against.

A soft moan rumbled from the throat of the body beneath mine as the tangled locks of my platinum blonde hair swayed in sync with the slow rise and fall of his deep breathing.

Behind my closed eyelids I could see a soft amber glow of light peek between my curtain of lashes as the ear pressed to his warm skin listened to the steady thumping of his healthy heart.

Unable to contain myself in the pure happiness of this moment, I fluttered my eyes open and tilted my chin up to gaze dreamily at the creature I call my boyfriend.

His brown hair was messier than usual thanks to last night's 'bed wrestling' and the stylish short locks stuck out around the crown of his head haphazardly. My smile grew into a silly grin as I pushed some stray locks away from his closed eyes. The long, lean arms that are wrapped around my waist tighten slightly as I trailed a finger down his narrow nose and brushed my fingertips across his high cheekbones before tenderly cupping the side of his handsome face.

A small playfully grin twitched across his lips as my thumb stroked his pale, almost tanned cheek. Living together in the daylight was difficult for him at first, but after a few years, he grew used to it enough to start developing a light tan that made him appear more human, not that I minded much, he was beautiful to me regardless.

I shifted my hips, eager to wake my real life prince and earned myself another soft moan in response from his parted smooth lips. I giggled mischievously as I licked his full bottom lip and purred, "Time to get up Adrian. Or I won't make you waffles..."

I trailed off as he groaned in protest, pressing me tighter to him before devilishly smirking, "Careful Sage. If you starve me, your precious Italian Roast might mysteriously disappear- ow!"

He immediately cut off his words as I pinched his pec firmly and scowled, "Leave the coffee out of this Ivashkov or it will be more than starvation you'll have to worry about."

His eyes lazily opened as he slyly retorted, "Mm...is that a death threat Sage? Cause-"

I silenced any further teasing from him as I smashed my lips to his in a sweet kiss. I felt him shudder as I sucked on his bottom lip before pulling back. I nuzzled his nose against mine before taking in his stunning emerald green eyes. They were the brightest shade of green I've ever seen on anyone before—Moroi, dhampir or human—and always radiated with passion and mischief. I sighed contently, I never got tired of looking into those alluring dazzling eyes of his. With one look at them, all my troubles went away—which were rare now that I was living my dream of going to college.

I ceased my musing as my body began to tingle from his gentle hands roaming my exposed back. With our little argument long forgotten, he gazed at me fondly through dark hooded lashes as a wide grin spread across his face, flashing me a set of pearly-white teeth and fangs.

I never in my wildest dreams would of thought I'd fall in love with a vampire, but here we are, a happy forbidden couple. I was so lost in his mesmerizing eyes I almost didn't hear him softly murmur, "Morning beautiful..."

APOV

There she was, my beautiful savior that's all mine. Her slender, short frame lay peacefully on my chest where our limps connected beneath the sheets in a comfortable tangled mess. A wide goofy grin stretched at the corners of my mouth as I drank her it. The sunlight from our apartment window spilt through the sheer drapery and cast across her body in a delightful heavenly glow. She may be a human, but to me she looked like an angel.

She has a cute little button nose, soft round jawline with a pair of tasty rosy lips and wide molten gold doe eyes. I caressed her left cheek with the back of my hand where her golden lily tattoo still faintly glimmered. We've been together for three years and in that amount of time, her alchemist tattoo along with it's magic had begun to fade.

I bit back a grimace at that fact. Without the tattoo, it made her heath more vulnerable and I couldn't stand the thought of ever seeing her in pain or sick. We are living off the radar now and I'd never forgive myself if something ever happens to her. But for now, I hastily pushed my worries away and relished in this moment. I slid my hand farther up her cheek and loosely knotted my fingers into her pale blonde hair. It was soft at the touch with dozens of layered lengths cascading down her shoulders that stopped just an inch above the small of her back.

The day we ran away together, was the day she vowed to never cut her hair again. I'll admit, she did go to the stylist for a trim from time to time, but since then she's grown out her pixie-like vanilla mane. Her hair is wonderful and I can never seem to keep my hands away from it for any length of time.

No matter what we're doing whether it be visiting a gallery or scoping out antique car shows or even simply cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, my fingers always move on their own accord and find their way into her pale locks where they twirl and stroke her silken layers in ecstasy.

A low purr rumbles from my chest as I splay my fingers into her gorgeous tresses and let my heighten vision fawn over the rich honey strands I see tucked between her platinum streaks. I'm addicted to the sheer sight of her in broad daylight where the sun kisses my angel's silhouette and traces her delectable body in a glorious halo. Just thinking of her accelerates my pulse and makes my heart sputter faster. Still keeping the wide smile on my face, I peck her pump lips gently as I huskily whisper, "I love you."

Those captivating light brown eyes of hers brightened into a gleaming set of sapphire gold gems as I watched her aura tumble about in various shades of crystal blue and coral peach.

"Mm, love you more..." my beauty smiles against my lips before enveloping me in a passionate kiss. I groan feeling her small hands massage my disheveled hair and melt into my touch as I hold her even tighter to me and eagerly respond back.

As our mouths part and tongues tangle as one as I close my eyes in euphoria and sense our souls pressing tightly together. I've never loved anyone else as much as I do for Sydney. She unexpected came crashing into my life and has helped me become a better man. She inspires me every day in so many ways and has taught me how to take control of my life. She gives me a sense of purpose and ignites an insatiable drive to always protect and make her happy.

I still struggle with spirit. I gave up drinking and smoking and over the past few years I've started to feel the lingering side effects of spirit gnaw at my mental stability. We've come up with a solution to keep me on a low dose of meds to keep my sanity in check but sometimes I don't always take them and the darkness slips through. Jailbait helps pull that away from me and Sonya's taught her how to control it, but I still worry about it from time to time. Though somehow whenever I'm around my angel, I don't feel afraid of it. The more I'm around her, the more she makes me feel stable. In ways, it's like just her presence alone heals me. I know we're young but I can see myself growing old with her by my side.

After a few heated minutes, we both pull away panting for oxygen as I hungrily kiss my way down her neck.

An innocent mew sounds from her smooth swollen lips as she leans back, giving me more access to ravish her salty-sweet skin. I shift our bodies to an upright position as she straddles my waist and the remaining white sheet covering her petite body slides away. She shivers from both the loss of warmth and the pleasant feel of my fang's points taunting the crook of her neck as my tongue's tip tickles her throbbing artery.

I've never bitten her nor do I ever plan to. Alchemist blood is different than normal humans and inedible to vampires. But I still enjoy the excitement of grazing my teeth along her neck and in return she craves the thrill.

I kissed my way back up her sensitive skin to the base of her ear where I breathless spoke, "You're still going to make me breakfast right? Cause I'm pretty famished after what you put me through last night..." I trailed off brushing my fingertips across her navel as I begin nibbling her lobe. Her breath hitches as she playfully pulls away and smacks my chest with her palms. "Adrian!" she scolded as her cheeks blushed a pleasant shade of tangerine red. I growled at her through drooping eyes as I leisurely assessed her naked form and fey confusion, "What? You make me hungry." she scowls at me as I waggle my brows suggestively at her after realizing the double meaning in my words...

SPOV

My cheeks heated up even more from the distracting lust I see burning in Adrian's eyes. I try to glare at his emerald orbs but the intensity of his gaze is too powerful and I find myself becoming too shy to look at him anymore. I turn away from him, now fully self conscience of what I'm wearing or lack thereof. Hastily, I leaned over the bed to snatch his discarded dress shirt from last night as I hiss, "One of these days you're going to have to fend for yourself." I resist the urge to shudder from the thought. Adrian's greatest cooking skill involves carefully removing the plastic sheet off a frozen dinner and microwaving it. After trial and error I've learned to ban him from trying anything more advanced than that. Damn useless vampire, it's good thing he's cute...

As I poke my arms through the silk shirt's long sleeves, I hear him guffaw, "Mm and one of these days I'm going to get you a uniform to wear around the apartment. Particularly a skimpy one with lots of lace- ouch! Hey that hurt!"

"ADRIAN!" I clamor as I twisted his other nipple, "Can you not take anything I say seriously?"

He chuckles gripping my hips with pleasing pressure as he teases, "I take everything you say seriously Sage. I just choose to ignore it half the time."

My nostrils flare as I think of a snarky reply to answer him with but my mind freezes as he leans forward, spreading the shirt's fabric away from my chest to press his lips along the channel between my breasts. A purr of contentment escapes my lips as he skillfully scoops me up in his arms and slips out of bed.

My eye droop as I he lifts his head up and murmurs reverently, "I appreciate everything you do for me beautiful." before trapping our lips together in a meaningful kiss.

A moment later he places me on the kitchen counter as I run my rans down his narrow torso and tug at the waist band of his boxers. He pulls away as he gasped between ragged breaths, "Careful there Sage. I don't want to distract you from making my waffles..."

I roll my eyes before tousling his hair and then jump off the counter. "You better start the coffee then or you're not getting any..." I giggle at the horrified look on his face from my innuendo as I scurry over to the fridge and button up the shirt.

After I've collected my supplies, he relaxes a bit and begins rummaging around in the cupboards for the coffee beans and grinder. I smile to myself as I watch him intently measure out the coffee and plugs in the electric grinder's power cord. Adrian may not be a great cook but when it comes to making me my daily expresso, my god does he redeem himself.

As I start whipping up the waffle batter and set the hot plate to warm up I distantly remember how we got here...

After Queen Vasilisa passed a new law that allows a monarch to stay in power without the Royal quorum, Jill got to return to St. Vladimir's to finish her schooling. Though she did have quite a large amount of guardians with her, including her dhampir boyfriend Eddie Castile. After saving her life twice from strigoi attacks near Amberwood, they fell hard for each other and the Guardian Council gave Eddie his title back and pardoned him from his probation. Though their relationship is scandalous, most people support the happy couple.

Unfortunately, once news got out that I had developed a secret relationship with Adrian during my time spent at Palm Springs, all hell broke loose. The alchemists were appalled and stripped me of my promotion as the lead alchemist in that territory and immediately summoned my sister Zoe to replace me.

And to my horror they were going to send me to a re-education center, but before they could take me away Adrian saved me after making a few arrangements (aka called zmey) and we went into hiding.

I was terrified at first, Adrian's father had found out about us and cut him off from his trust fund. We were essentially homeless outcasts. But somehow we made it work. Abe smuggled us to a small town in Vermont where Sonya met up with us there and taught Adrian how to make long lasting charms to disguise our appearances and after a year of laying low with the help of our friends, we worked normal human jobs, saved up, and moved to Europe.

At first our relationship was a bit rocky. We were risking everything to be together: our identity, family, friends, futures... but soon we came to realize all of that didn't matter. Our relationship was forbidden and taboo. No one before us, besides The Keepers, mingled in interracial affairs. It was supposed to be wrong, but we were in love. Adrian and I finally came to terms with the fact that no force would ever keep us apart, so we simply ran away together.

A close circle of our friends know where we are and help to conceal our whereabouts from the alchemists if anyone asked, but in all honesty once we moved abroad, we were on our own now.

Everyday I still fear that someone will find us. That they'll send me away and lock Adrian up for abduction. Though alchemists don't meddle too much in Moroi politics, they still have strict rules between vampire and human relations. Particularly with any alchemist who gets too friendly with a Moroi. In both justice systems, what we're doing is considered a crime. A crime Queen Vasilisa is trying to overrule but in the meantime, we still have to hide...

My mind reels back to the present as Adrian wraps his arms around me and kisses my cheek. I smile warmly, tilting my head back to kiss him properly. It doesn't take an aura reading for him to know when I'm upset.

We now live in Rome- my dream city -share a small apartment together, both work and go to school full-time. Between students loans (under false identities of course) and our meager salaries, we barely get by and don't have very much. But we're together and so long as I have him by my side, I'm happy and content with what small luxuries we do have.

Adrian breaks away from the kiss first, boring his bright green eyes into mine as he softly murmurs, "You're safe with me beautiful. I'll never let anyone take you from me. Well, unless you want to leave me..." he trails off with a small tinge of uncertainty in his voice.

A sad smile graces my lips as I stare into his eyes that swim with worry, fierce protectiveness, and pure love. I pause to consider his words for a moment before I grin playfully, smoothing some unruly stands of hair from his face and retort, "Trust me Ivashkov, it'll take a lot more force to get rid of me-" My words are cut off as he crushed his mouth to mine and twines his fingers in my hair.

We make out for a bit until the timer on the coffee maker goes off and I jump with a start remembering the hot plate's still on.

Once I've downed my espresso and made some strawberry waffles, we sit down at our makeshift breakfast table and dig in. I'll admit, ever since he called me skinny, my appetite has grown a bit more generous over the past few years, but I'm still cautious about my weight. Adrian on the other hand, doesn't care. He worships by body and complements me ever chance he can get.

I hum jubilantly and watch as he gobbles down the two stacks of waffles I gave him. They're his favorite food, well besides blood that is. Speaking of which, I need to get him to a feeding soon. He's starting to develop bags under his eyes. Getting ahold of nourishment for a vampire on the run isn't easy but we manage. The university we attend actually has quite a few Moroi students and after some 'persuasion' (aka compulsion) from Adrian, some of them share their feeders with him. I'm still not completely comfortable with him using his magic like that, old alchemist instincts I guess, but it's really the only way for him to maintain his survival.

I gaze at him blissfully and stroke the hand he has resting on my hip. He's given up so much for me and it makes my feelings for him grow stronger with every passing day. My finger curls around the silver band he has on his right ring finger. Though I have a matching one he uses to charm my appearance with too, his ring is a lot most significant than just hiding identity. It's a sobriety ring. He got it went we first started secretly dating back in Palm Springs. He claimed he got it for himself, but I always felt like it was more symbolic about us than anything else. It was made of polished sterling silver and from the outside looked plain. But once he took the ring off and you could see the inside of it, you'd find it had the date he officially stopped drinking and smoking along with my name etched in a swirling cursive next to it.

I was shocked to say the least when he had first showed it to me, claiming if anything Jill's name should be on the ring, because surely that's why he stopped with his vices. But he shook his head and said I was his inspiration to stay sober. I was about to protest when he went on to say that this was more than just his smoking and alcohol addiction, it was about changing his life around and shaking his party boy image—that I had a big impact on his perspectives. Again I was about to tell him using me as an excuse wasn't a good idea but he silenced me with a kiss and said, I admire you Sage. You have a strong courage and natural pureness to you that I've never seen in anyone else before. That's why I want to stay clean, I want to be respected like you are someday...

"You know if you're fantasizing about me being naked, I can help you out with that..." I jumped, startled out of my wandering thoughts as I felt Adrian's gentle hand skimming the hem of the shirt I'm wearing as he nuzzles my neck seductively. A sigh of excitement slips from my lips as I feel his hand dip lower to caress my inner thigh.

A sudden splash of heat flashes throughout my whole body, but before I can get my bearings and respond to him my gaze drifts over to the digital clock on the oven. My eyes widen in shock as my body suddenly springs off the bench we're sitting on as I shriek, "Shit! We're going to be late!"

Adrian flaunts a cunning grin at me as he taunts, "Whoa there beautiful, no need to slip into the role play so soon. I like to get warmed up first-"

I abruptly smack him upside the head not even gracing him with a witty remark as I drain my second cup of coffee and take off for the bathroom.

Adrian can have such a short attention span sometimes. Today he's showing his latest work at a local art gallery and leave it to him to be running late! Ugh. This is how our usual morning is: I sleep in, Adrian distracts me, and bam! We're late for everything. Thank god we both took today off from work or I swear I'd be the first former alchemist to murder a Moroi. Okay that was too much, but still! We've got places to be!

The place we rent is a studio apartment so I reach the bathroom within seconds, flick on the light and rummage around for a brush and my toothpaste.

"Ooo, I love it when you're rough! Wait for me beautiful!" I heard a distant crash in the kitchen before hearing his foot steps getting closer down the hall as Adrian shouts, "Quick! You can use this spatula as 'The Paddle of Shame' ..."

I growl at him in response as I begin scrubbing my teeth while simultaneously combing my long hair. We've been attending a university for a year so far and you would think he'd be better focused and organized by now. I'm studying towards a degree in Architecture and Adrian's finishing up his BFA.

I jerk the brush out of my mouth and rinse just as the my green-eyed deviant appears in the reflection on the medicine cabinet's mirror. He's leaned up against the door jam holding a large wooden spoon in one hand while slapping his palm with it in the other.

I roll my eyes exaggeratedly as he gives me an expectant look paired with a mischievous grin. I finish taming my hair with one last stroke before tossing my brush to the porcelain counter and spin around to face him. "That's a spoon. " I retort as Adrian continues to gaze at me impishly.

He quirks an eyebrow and twirls it in his hand, "Really? Doesn't look like one..."

I grab it out of his hand and flip the handle to the underside where it's labeled in bold lettering: WOODEN SPOON -Made in China

"Oh." was his only response as I set the spoon aside.

"The Paddle of Shame?" I mocked while squirting some mousse onto my fingertips before I stand on my tip toes and hurriedly begin to make sense of his wild bed hair. He just shrugs at me and mutters, "Improv", before leaning down to kiss me softly. My hands stop their handiwork as my body instinctively sinks into his touch...

Ten minutes later I'm fully dressed with a fresh swipe of make-up on my face as I busy myself washing up our breakfast dishes. Adrian offered to clean up but I was quick to turn him down. Through all the many times I've told him pine cleanser is for wood only, he still seems to think he can use it on anything. Bless his heart, but when it really comes down to it, his cleaning attempts cause more damage than good.

I shake my head and glance over to where he is. Adrian stands in the middle of our 'living room' (aka the couch and coffee table in front of our bed) surrounded by various watercolor and oil painted canvases.

He has his thumb and index finger pinched around his chin as he silently broods over which piece to pack with him in his portfolio for today. Part of the curriculum for the program he's enrolled in requires that all art students are to submit a collection of their work to exhibit at a local gallery for experience and critiques.

He's spent the last three months working on the project and has yet to decide on his feature piece. I'd lend him my opinion but honestly, they all look wonderful and vary so much in range that I could never pick out a favorite.

I quickly dry off my hands, shrug on my messenger bag and wrap my arms around him from behind, "We have to go." I warn glancing at the oven's clock again and realize I have fifteen minutes before my first class starts.

He lets out a heavy huff as he laces our fingers together. I shuddered as he lifts one of our intertwined hands and tenderly kisses my knuckles before murmuring, "I know just the one..."

Before I know it, I'm cranking the engine to our 1971 Fiat 127. Adrian hates this car, mainly because it's older than him and has seen better days. It's cargo space is dismal and the leather seats are crackled and worn, but this baby runs and that's what counts. It's a typical European supermini coated in a Canary-yellow with a rusty bumper. I bought her six months ago on our tight budget and have loved this car ever since. It's no luxury sports car, but her engine's decent and we get good milage. I named her Lily.

"Aren't you going to let me drive for a change?" Adrian whines as he slides into the passenger seat and hunches a bit from his tall height.

"No." I snap at him as I shift Lily into first gear and begin rolling down the busy streets of Italy.

"Oh come on Sage, please?" he protested as I turn down a narrow alleyway, taking a shortcut to the studio he interns at.

"Hm. And what did you call her last night?" I nonchalantly ask, focusing on the cobblestone road in front of me, fully aware of his hand that slowly creeping up the slit of my twill skirt.

"Mm, a metal beast of perfection?" he playfully guesses, putting a little royal charm in his voice. My breath catches as his fingertips begin to draw slow, absentminded spirals on the exposed skin of my thigh.

Despite his method of persuasion I snort, "Nice try Ivashkov. You called her a Hunk-of-junk on Donut-wheels." No matter how bad of shape her exterior was No. One. made fun of my baby without penalty.

Lily came to a screeching halt as I parallel parked her in front of a strip of shops flanking a small studio. I let the engine idle as I turned in my seat caught ahold of Adrian's wandering hand and murmured, "Good luck today." The exhibit didn't start until this evening but Adrian would be busy for the rest of the day setting up and running errands while I drove up to the university to spend the major of my day busily attending a mixture of classes and studying.

"I won't need it, but thanks anyway." he cockily quipped before tugging me closer to him.

I sucked in a ragged breath, stunned yet again by the beauty of his emerald green eyes. A glint of sunlight peaked through the windshield of the Fiat and highlighted his handsome facial features perfectly. A warm breeze made it's way through the cracked windows of the car and ruffled a few stray locks of his dark sienna-brown hair.

I stretched a hand out cupping his face as he leaned forward and molded our lips together. We stayed embraced for a few moments before I pulled away first and nuzzled his cheek affectionately as I lightly whispered, "I'll see you at the show tonight."

He gave my hand a tight squeeze before his free arm reached behind the passenger seat to grab his portfolio case. With soft green eyes, he gazed back at me fondly as he murmured, "I'll see you soon beautiful." He pecked my lips one final time and then climbed out of Lily. As I watched his tall, lean frame stroll down the sidewalk, I couldn't help but to smile in pure joy. We've gone through a lot just to be together, but this really is our happy ending.


A/N: don't forget to review if you do like any of these oneshots cause you never know, i may turn them into full-length stories in the future...

~Fabulous