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Adam swallowed as Ariadne pulled away. He smiled at her, his face lighting up.

"Thank you," he said, gently, brushing his thumb underneath her chin. "I mean it."

She nodded. "No problem."

He wrapped his arms around her again, willing his heart to stay still. It was beginning to pound as though he'd just sprinted a 100 metres.

"What made you change your mind?" She asked, her voice slightly muffled against his chest. "I thought you didn't want me to see you again."

Adam swallowed, burying his face in her hair. "I may not have much time left," he mumbled. "Best to enjoy life while I still have it."

She pulled back, frowning slightly. "Is there anything else?"

He bit his lip. "Well, I, uh-"

"Adam." Ariadne looked at him, raising her eyebrows. "Talk to me. Tell me the truth."

He nodded. "OK. But can we sit down, first?" She nodded her consent, and they walked towards the couch. As they settled, he picked up one of her hands, and entwined his fingers through it. She responded by giving his fingers a squeeze. The gesture of intimacy gave him confidence, and he cleared his throat. "It was Arthur," he admitted. "I talked to Arthur."

Ariadne blinked, but didn't pull her hand away. She met his eyes. "OK," she said, quietly.

"I was coming out of a therapy session, and he was driving past. Offered me a lift." He swallowed. "We just started talking, and he pointed out to me that yes, I have cancer, but that doesn't mean I should give up on life." He looked at the floor.

"Did he say anything else?" Her tone was gentle, and he began to relax.

"He also commented that you wouldn't show interest in someone unless you meant it," he stated, beginning to blush as spoke. "That you-" he broke off, embarrassed to say any more.

"I spent nearly a year wondering whether or not to say yes to him?" her tone was slightly flirtatious, and he blushed again. "Yes."

She began to smile. "Its true. I didn't know if I could trust him. He -" she swallowed - "Arthur has secrets. He doesn't give anything away. I wasn't sure if his feelings for me were genuine or not."

"Well, they were," Adam commented, realising how unnecessary the comment was after he'd spoken. She nodded.

"Yes." She bit her lip. "He bought me roses, took me to an expensive hotel, the works." She glanced at Adam again, noticing how much he was beginning to redden.

"Well, I can't do either," he mumbled. "Roses set off an allergy, which doesn't help my immune system, and I can't afford a hotel at present." He looked at her. "So, romance is-"

"Will you stop it?" she interrupted. He blinked. Noting she had got his attention, she continued. "Stop comparing yourself to Arthur. Yes, he does buy roses, and took me to a hotel, but he still had to wait a while before we..." she blushed, and looked at him. "And you...well, I want to..." She bit her lip. "Adam, I want you."

She cupped her hand under his chin, and pulled his face close. Their lips met again, and a surge of longing and desire swept through him.

"Come to bed," she whispered. He blinked - he hadn't expected her to be so forward. But, he got up, and clasped her hand, tightly. Without a word, he began to lead her into the bedroom. As the door shut, he swallowed, but the expected flood of insecurity did not emerge. All he was conscious of was the beautiful young woman standing in front of him, and a surge of desire, and to his shock, lust, was threatening to overwhelm. Leaning forward, he kissed her again, and began to pull at her shirt. Understanding the message, she began to unbutton, letting the material drop noiselessly to the floor. He tugged at his own shirt, and let it fall.

Within seconds, the two of them were on the bed, kissing slowly, his arms entwined around her. She began to flick her fingers down his flies, and he paused, her breathing rapid, and intense. She paused, and they kissed again. He swallowed. "I uh, need to get a..." she nodded.

"Drawer next to the bed," he whispered. Her fingers found it, and noiselessly handed him the contents.

A few minutes later, they were underneath the sheets. Adam forgot everything. Forgot his illness, forgot his life chances. All that mattered was her, and she was his focus. He paused, and hesitated above her. "Are you sure?" he asked softly, tenderly. His heart was racing as he awaited her reply.

Suddenly, he heard her voice, soft and gossamar light. "Yes."

A few hours later, a shaft of silvery light pierced the curtains, and flitted across Adam's face. He blinked, and as he looked down, swallowed.

Ariadne was lying cradled in his arms. Her long dark hair spiralled across his bare chest, and as she shifted, her slight weight warmed his skin.

He kissed the top of her head. "Thank you," he whispered. As they lay together in each other's arms, he suddenly felt a new source of peace, and felt a rush of love. Life, he decided, was worth living, after all.

He smiled, ignoring the naggingly insistent pain in his back. Turning, he kissed her. "Morning," he whispered.

She moved, sleepily. "Mmmmm." She cuddled back down in his arms.

"Guess what?" he whispered. "I'm going to make you pancakes."

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