Richelle Mead owns the VA and Bloodlines series.

This one is sort of just a cute little scene between Sydney and Adrian. Not much to it, though. Hope you like it. Review and let me know! I'm currently working on some of the ideas you guys have left for me :)

"Stay," Adrian whispered against my lips.

I kissed him back, closing my eyes, pretending that it wasn't close to curfew.

We'd been making out on his couch for awhile now, ever since we'd come back from our date. It wasn't our first date, but Adrian had a way of making every date feel like the first. Maybe it was the way my stomach always erupted into butterflies when I was around him this way, or maybe it was just that he always made every experience better just by being there.

Today he'd taken me to the same windmill farm Brayden had when we'd dated—because he said he needed to see what a windmill farm was and why anyone would ever want to take a date there. He'd smirked and teased me the entire drive there, but as soon as we got close enough to see the looming windmills in the distance he'd leaned forward in the passenger seat with a murmured, "That's where we're going? That's badass, Sage."

We'd gotten the same guide as last time, but unlike last time she didn't seem to want to strangle my date for asking too many questions. Adrian might have even made more comments then Brayden had, but they were entertaining and had everyone in the tour group laughing.

At one point near the end of the tour, while Adrian was distracted by a display about wind power that used high force fans, the guide had stepped up beside me and whispered, "This one's much better than the last guy you came here with." I'd laughed and nodded, knowing that Adrian, while distracted, could still here every word we said. My assumption was confirmed when he'd looked over his shoulder a moment later and winked at me.

After the windmills we'd gone to a nice restaurant outside of Palm Springs where Adrian had made reservations. Then we'd come back to his place, where I'd left my car, and gotten distracted when he'd kissed me goodnight.

Now, an hour later, and I really needed to leave, but his insistent voice in my ear had me considering his request.

"It's Saturday," he murmured while moving to kiss my neck. "You don't have school tomorrow. You could stay."

I opened my eyes, preparing to push him off of me and sit up, but before I could he pulled back and looked me in the eyes.

"We don't even have to do anything," he said softly, his green eyes searching mine. "But I'm not ready for you to leave yet. We could just relax. Kiss some more, watch a movie, go to sleep? Please?"

I was still flat on my back on his plaid couch, my shirt half unbuttoned and my shoes somewhere near his front door. I really wanted to pull him back to me and finish what we started. I'd been wanting that more and more for the last few weeks, but I'd always found some excuse, some reason why we couldn't. Not that I'd let him know. As far as he was concerned we'd just been making out until I had to leave. He never pushed, never asked for more.

Until now.

And, really, all he was asking was for me to spend the night, not spend the night. He still wasn't really pushing to get anything. Which was why it was so hard to say no. But I couldn't stay.

"I don't have school, but I still have to go back," I said reasonably. "I signed out. If I don't sign back in I'll get in trouble."

"I'll call the school and let them know you won't be back tonight," he offered, his smile was wicked as he lowered himself back down on top of me. "I am your brother, after all."

I made a face and pushed him off, finally sitting up. "Please, never say that again while we're doing... this. Besides that," I said, with a roll of my eyes, "I don't want to wander in in the morning wearing yesterday's clothes looking like..."

"Like you got some?" he smirked. "Trust me, those boarding school kids have probably all done the walk of shame across campus at some point."

"Yeah, well, I haven't. And I don't want to start now."

"So don't go back in the morning," he said like it was the obvious solution. "Stay tomorrow, too. Not all day, of course, but we could spend the morning together. We could make breakfast and then just hang out. I'll take you out to lunch. It'll be nice."

I cupped his cheek in my hand and kissed him softly. "It does sound nice, but—"

"I'm not asking for anything here, Sage."

I laughed and shook my head. "I know. And honestly, I wouldn't even be opposed if you were. I'm just—"

"What?" Adrian cut me off. "You don't... I mean, you want..."

I bit my lip and nodded, telling him the truth. "I think so, yeah."

He raised both eyebrows. "So what are we talking about, then?" He leaned back, pulling me down on top of his chest, and stroked my hair. "Stay."

"It's not that I don't want to," I said. "I do. Trust me. I just... I don't know. I'm nervous." I pulled back and tried to explain my thoughts better. "Not of you. I'm not nervous of that. But of what it means. For us. For me. For everyone. If we do this, it's... permanent."

"It's already permanent, Sydney," he whispered. "The way I feel... it's not going away."

"I know. But right now I still have the illusion of being able to walk away. If we... you know... I won't have that anymore." I sighed. "And it's risky, anyway. What if we do it and someone finds out? They're more likely to notice something's up if I'm spending the night here all the time."

The self satisfied smirk that spread across Adrian's face was enough to make me blush. "All the time?"

"Shut up," I said, covering my face with my hands. "You know what I mean."

The smirk disappeared and Adrian rubbed a circle over my back. "I know. But we can't live our lives based on a bunch of what if's can we? A million things could happen to me tomorrow, but what I know for certain is that, if any of those what if's do happen, at least I lived my life."

I took a deep breath, knowing he was right. I had to live while I had the chance. If the Alchemists showed up on my doorstep tomorrow to take me away, at least I would have had tonight. I licked my lips, and exhaled, making my decision.

Turning to face him, I threw my arms around Adrian's neck and kissed him. He was quick to respond and had me on my back again within seconds. When we finally pulled back from each other I smiled up at him.

"Okay," I said. "I'll stay."