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"Hey, Sage?" Adrian asked, swinging his pool stick around before handing it to Angeline so she could take her turn. "Can I talk to you for a sec? Eddie can you take my turn for me?"

Eddie nodded and I shrugged, before following Adrian from Clarence's billiard room. Once we were outside and he'd closed the French doors I asked him what was up, but he just shook his head and led me through the twisting hallways to the kitchen.

"Adrian, what's going on?" I asked, stepping into the empty kitchen. I had no idea what he could want, and I was getting annoyed that he wouldn't talk to me. I turned around to face him. "Why won't you—"

Before I could finish my sentence Adrian silently reached out and dragged me to him. He lowered his mouth to mine, his lips demanding and firm, causing me to give in and wrap my arms around his neck as he kissed me. He took a step forward, which, due to our proximity, forced me to take a step back. He backed me up, step my step, until my back pressed against the kitchen counter. I tangled my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, while his hands traveled lower, tracing my spine before splaying out over my hips. With a stifled groan, his hands slid down further still, cupping my butt and causing me to laugh before pulling me up onto the counter.

I pulled away, leaning back against the cabinets, trying to catch my breath. "What are you doing?" I asked with a smile.

"Kissing my girlfriend." He leaned forward and pressed his forehead against mine. "Why? You gotta problem with that?"

I sighed and pushed him back a little. "No problem with the kissing," I said ruefully. "Just a problem with the kissing taking place in Clarence's kitchen. I thought we agreed?"

"Would you rather we go to Clarence's bedroom? He's taking a nap right now, but I bet he's a heavy sleeper. We probably wouldn't wake him..." Seeing my unamused expression Adrian huffed like a petulant child. "Yeah, yeah. Separation of church and state or whatever. I remember."

I laughed, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and pulling myself to the edge of the counter. He dropped his hands to my knees, pressing them tightly to his hips as he stood between my legs. "I said we needed a separation of casual time and business time. Now would be one of those business times."

"But we're hanging out playing pool," he said incredulously. "That's casual."

"But we're at Clarence's," I countered. "That's business."

He scoffed. "Not even you can think this visit qualifies as business."

I held firm, refusing to give in this time. Last week, during Jill's feeding, he'd dragged me out behind the house to one of the gardens for an impromptu make out session. I hadn't been complaining at the time, but afterwards I'd realized we were pushing our limits a little. If we kept this behavior up it was only a matter of time until we were caught in a compromising position.

It wasn't that I thought our friends would tell the Moroi or Alchemists on us and get us in all kinds of trouble, but I'd rather just keep our relationship between me and Adrian for as long as possible. Well, and Jill, because there was no way to keep her from knowing, what with the spirit bond she shared with Adrian.

Adrian smiled angelically, clearly changing tactics when he realized his argument was getting him nowhere, and ran his hands up and down my thighs. "I just missed you is all," he whispered sweetly to me. "You haven't come over in a couple of days and I wanted to see you."

I gave him a yeah right type of look and his innocent half smile dropped, replaced instead by a brusque, business demeanor.

"Fine, Sage. Five minutes. I just want five minutes of your time and I won't bother you again for the rest of the day."

"It's already been almost two minutes," I said, checking my internal clock.

Adrian smiled slyly. "Then I've got three minutes left." He leaned forward and kissed me, pulling me closer to him.

"Mmm," I murmured, trying to pull back again. "Adrian, what if someone walks in?"

"Sage. No one's going to walk in," he assured me. "No one comes in the kitchen besides Dorothy and she's out grocery shopping. Besides, Eddie and Angeline are busy playing pool and Jailbait knows better than to follow us into a room." He smirked and I shook my head, but couldn't stop the grin that spread across my face.

"Let's call the next three minutes casual time, alright?" he asked.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes at my own lack of will power and nodded, giving in to Adrian's whim, as usual.

"Two and a half minutes," I corrected.

As he pulled my legs up around his waist and pressed closer to me, I reasoned that I wanted this just as badly as he did, so it was sort of a mutual whim. I couldn't really blame him for convincing me to do something I already wanted to do.

Adrian's tongue explored the inside of my mouth hurriedly, like he thought he'd never get another opportunity and was trying to memorize it. He tugged me even closer, until I was barely sitting on the countertop any more. His left hand slid up the outside of my thigh, tracing a path up, up, up, until he reached my chest.

I moaned softly when I felt Adrian's fingers come up to cup my breast over my shirt. He squeezed gently, kneading my skin lightly, while his mouth traveled down to my neck. I threw my head back, loving the sensations he was causing in me with his touches. He started to untuck my blouse and slipped his hand underneath, his warm fingers splaying over my stomach. We were distracted, so distracted that neither of us noticed the kitchen door opening until it was too late.

"Oh, my God!" I heard Eddie shout.

My eyes snapped open and I pushed Adrian away as hard as I could. He groaned in frustration, but at least he looked slightly embarrassed. It made me feel a little better about the blood I could feel rushing to my cheeks. I hurriedly hopped off of the counter and started to tuck my shirt back in.

Eddie stared at us wide eyed and red-cheeked for a few moments. "I... you... and..." Finally he shook his head, squeezed his eyes shot and turned back toward the door, murmuring "I'm sorry," over and over again as he fled the kitchen.

Once he was gone I smacked Adrian's shoulder hard enough that I knew it'd hurt my hand once my adrenaline faded, but I refused to care.

"No one's going to walk in?" I hissed. "Yeah. Great. Now Eddie knows... well, pretty much everything!" I smoothed down my wrinkled clothes, desperately trying to calm my beating heart.

I wasn't sure whether it had been the excitement of kissing Adrian or the horror of getting caught, or maybe both, but I was so hyped up I smacked Adrian again just because.

"Ow, Sage," he whined. "How was I supposed to know he'd walk in?"

"Because I told you!"

He rubbed his shoulder, shrugging. "I still don't see what the big deal is. I mean, yeah, Castile catching me with my hand up your shirt isn't exactly how I wanted casual time to go, but it's not like he saw anything."

I blushed. "He saw enough!"

Adrian quickly lost the grin and said, "Alright, you're right. I'm sorry." I was pleased with the apology for about half a second before his standard smirk spread over his face and he laughed. "You were right, I was wrong, and now Castile got an eyeful of us going at it."

"Adrian, it's not a joke," I complained, although, after the fact, it was kind of funny. Thank God, we'd only been in the kitchen, I thought. If we'd retreated to one of the guest bedrooms I was worried just what Eddie would have walked in on.

It was weird. I could usually hold myself and my emotions in check, but the second I was alone with Adrian all of that went flying out the window. I lost my head when I was with him. That was one of the things I liked most about him, even if I'd never admit it.

Adrian leaned forward, kissing me quickly before grabbing the collar of my blouse to straighten it. "Let's just go get all the awkwardness out of the way, okay?" he said. "Then you can be mad at me all you want. In fact, I'll just assume I lost all of my casual time privileges for the rest of the day."

"The rest of the day?" I asked incredulously. "Adrian, you said five minutes and—"

He kissed me again and I could feel his smirk against my lips. When he pulled back I took a deep breath and let the argument go. It was probably better this way, anyway. I followed him from the kitchen and back to the billiard room.

As we approached the French doors Adrian pulled me to a stop gesturing for me to stay quiet. I did, listening to the conversation going on inside.

"I can't believe you were right," Eddie was saying, his voice a mix of shock and amusement. "They were seriously making out in there."

"I told you," Angeline said, "I saw them out in the rose garden last week. They were all over each other." She laughed at something Jill mumbled and then said, "Now pay up."

Adrian pulled the doors open just in time to see Eddie forking over a ten dollar bill to Angeline. Jill sat in the corner of the room laughing to herself.

"You're really that bored?" Adrian asked sanctimoniously. "That you're making bets about our love life?"

Jill rolled her eyes. "Don't feel too special," she said gesturing at the dhampirs. "They also made a bet about what time Clarence will wake up."

"Oh, that's easy," Adrian said with a smile, snapping out of the self-righteous attitude he'd just held. "Put me down for four-thirty-two. The old man might be crazy, but he's always punctual."

I stared, wide eyed, as Adrian laughingly joined in on their bet. The tension I'd felt in the kitchen seemed to dissipate as I watched my friends joking around. I met Jill's eye and she shrugged, seeming to say, "No one's all that surprised that you two are together, so get over it."

I laughed silently and gave a small shake of my head. I guess that was all I could do.

"I'm calling four-thirty on the dot," I said, joining the others.

Adrian grinned, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, and I realized that having a boyfriend publicly was way better than sneaking around. We could hold hands in front of everyone and not have to worry about anyone reading into our words or the looks we gave each other. But then I thought back to casual time in the kitchen and reconsidered. Sneaking around did have its perks, also.