Who: Sav and Adam What: talking and feelings and some cuddling Where: Adam’s When: during cold plot (backdated) Warnings: nope Status: g-doc
Savannah could handle cold for the most part, but this seeped into her bones. Tonight she desired cuddling with Adam in front of his fireplace. Slowly, the more time she spent with Adam in the house, the less it bothered her that he’d purchased it with someone else. Maybe not quite to the moving in together aspect, but given a few more months the witch might get to that point. At least Savannah felt more ready to move in with Adam here.
She arrived at Adam’s and didn’t even bother knocking, letting herself inside. “I come bearing Cajun, but we’ll probably need to reheat it,” the witch called out to her boyfriend. Usually the brunette looked like she stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine, but tonight she’d opted for cozy to cuddle with Adam. Not that she looked bad, but her clothing was more yoga pants and a hoodie, and less fashionable name brands.
Cold didn’t normally bother the fire demon. This, however, was something preternatural and even he was feeling it. There was already a fire roaring in the fireplace and he was dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie when his girlfriend arrived. “I’d be surprised if we didn’t,” Adam said, getting up from the sofa so he could take the food from her and set it down.
“Hot cocoa probably doesn’t go with Cajun,” he mused. “Want me to put on water for tea? Or I could make some coffee.” Tonight wasn’t a beer or wine night. Unless they did mulled wine, which he might be able to manage with a bottle of red and some spices.
“Tea. Chai or strong black, please,” Sav answered after kissing Adam. “Hot chocolate to go with the beignets I brought.” She brought the food into the kitchen, divided it on plates and heated it. Once done the witch brought both plates in front of the fire.
“How was your day other than cold?” Savannah asked, waiting for Adam to join her on the couch. This fire started to thaw her after her brief time outside.
Adam wrapped his arm around her for a long moment when she kissed him and then let it drop so he could go to the kitchen and turn on the kettle. While he waited for it to boil, he leaned in the doorway between the kitchen and the living room. “It was pretty quiet,” he said. “Not a lot of people out and about. Even less wanting to exercise and work up a sweat only to go back out in this cold.” Luckily the club did just fine thanks to fight night and he wasn’t going to worry about a few slow days.
“How about you?” he asked. “Did you work?”
She relished the arms wrapped around her, but knew they’d cuddle more after they ate. “I’m not surprised by the quiet for you at work.” Savannah had little desire to go fight when it was this damn cold.
“Yeah. I worked. Dad still has shit to do, so I figured I’d brave the cold and go to the office.” She also couldn’t sit at home or she’d start overthinking about everything that happened with Kol and Allison.
“Kol finally told Allison. About the blood drinking. I”m…not sure our friendship will recover.” Sav hadn’t planned on mentioning it, but they hadn’t seen much of each other the last few weeks due to their schedules. “I mean, I’m sure Kol and I will be fine, but Allison? I don’t know.”
“It’s a pretty lousy thing to keep from your significant other,” Adam said. “I mean, it seems like a pretty intimate activity” He had been less than pleased when Savannah told him, but since they hadn’t been together officially through most of it, because of his own stupidity, he was letting it go.
He didn’t know Allison well, but if she was anything like her father, Adam assumed she was a straight shooter who appreciated being above board. “Did he lie to her about how he was feeding? Or was it only a lie of omission?” He wasn’t sure if it mattered to Allison, though he knew he would have been more angry about an outright lie.
Savannah agreed that keeping it from a significant other was lousy. She recognized, of course, she hadn’t been forthright with Q, but that no longer mattered.
“I think he just went along with her assumption that he drank from blood bags. And her.” Which definitely didn’t help the situation. “She asked me why I didn’t tell her and…I didn’t have a good reason other than Kol should have been the one. I kept telling him to tell her.”
She looked down at the food. “I just…when Eve caught us and I immediately told you, Kol said he’d tell Allison. And, I thought he would.” Okay, a part of her felt anger and frustration towards her original vampire friend. “Sooner than two months.”
“Are you okay?? Talking about this with me?”
As much as Adam wished it hadn’t taken Eve ‘catching them’ for Savannah to tell him about her arrangement with her friend, he did appreciate that she didn’t keep the secret after that. Being that he wasn’t friends with Kol, he wouldn’t have expected the other man to tell him either, so he could imagine how much more of a betrayal it felt like for Allison.
“I’m fine,” he said tempted to walk over and wrap his arms around her again, though he knew it was better to wait until they had their tea. “I”m guessing he knew she wouldn’t be okay with it and that’s why he didn’t say anything sooner.”
Truthfully, Savannah didn’t blame Allison. While she’d never expect her friend to tell her if the roles reversed, Savannah recognized she’d still feel betrayed. Maybe Allison would eventually forgive her. And if not, well, Savannah couldn’t change the past.
“I don’t…know if it was entirely that? He explained it like…he’d be fulfilling every bad thing her other friends thought of her. That he’d hurt her and he already hurt enough people in his life.” She looked at the fire trying to remember what Kol said. “Once you sully something so pure it can never be fixed.” The witch didn’t add any emotion to her voice, still remembering how sad she’d felt for her friend’s outlook and how much she’d wanted to punch him.
“It’s entirely fucking possible Kol has some really fucked up views about love too.” The kettle made noise, signaling the water reached the boiling point. “I haven’t talked to him either.”
The explanation made Adam frown and he gave his girlfriend a look of concern. “Do you feel like you’re ‘sullied’ because of his feeding?” he asked. “There shouldn’t be any shame in it, it’s what he needs to do to survive. As long as he’s not hurting people.” Not that Adam was naive enough to believe that Kol had never hurt anyone.
“If you feel like he took advantage of you in any way, I’ll do whatever you need me to do.” A small part of him wanted her to say yes so he had an excuse to go and light up the asshole, though mostly he wanted to offer the woman he loved whatever support she needed.
“No. God no. He required blood and I knew what that entailed the night we made our agreement, plus he needed less with the magic, so it only made sense. There was no coercion or pain. Kol meant his relationship with Allison, as though he’d forever taint it, but…” Savannah winced a little remembering the look on her friend’s face. “He beat himself up over kissing Lydia in the Medieval Madison and that was a fucking kiss. I’m not sure if he loves Allison more than he hates himself at times.” She recalled his dark mood when Eve caught them and Savannah truly felt for her friend.
Savannah stood up and walked over to Adam, before the tall brunette wrapped him in a hug. She knew he didn’t like Kol and would love an excuse to set the Original on fire.
“I wish I’d met him and befriended him in a different way.” How much less messy if they’d become friends in the normal way, like Kol and Alyssa, not realizing the two had met and hooked up in the woods. Savannah pressed a kiss to Adam’s lips and then burrowed her head against his shoulder.
“I’ll get over it eventually, but it still sucks. Paige knows, by the way. She noticed I no longer looked as tired at times and hadn’t seen Kol as much. So I told her. I’m not sure if my dad knows.” Nor had she told Sean or Alex. “I don’t really want Kristof to know, or he might burn the town to the ground.”
“Your dad knows fire is my thing,” Adam said, wrapping his arm around Savannah’s waist. “But I don’t want to think about what spells he’d throw at Kol.” Even though Adam wisely feared both Paige and Eve more, he knew that an angry Kristof was no one to mess around with.
He kissed her forehead just as the tea kettle whistled. “Go sit,” he said. “Get cozy under a blanket. I’ll pour the tea and join you in a minute.”
Savannah laughed and headed to the blanket as instructed. She’d fear her mother and Paige more as Adam, but Kristof could be terrifying when it came to his kids. “I don’t need him and Kol going at it. Bad enough with Kol and my mom.” Those two would not be bffs anytime soon.
She got cozy under the blanket, enjoying the fire as it warmed her bones.
“I know you love this house, Adam. I might still have some reservations about it, but I’m willing to move in here with you in the New Year.” Would she prefer a different house? Yes. But the more time she spent here with Adam, the more the witch appreciated the space.
It was a good thing that Adam had already set down both mugs when she said she was willing to move in with him otherwise, in his surprise, he might have dropped one or both. Instead, he grinned and leaned over to kiss her cheek. “Really? I’d love that. We can change things around here. Redecorate or remodel or whatever.”
He understood her hesitation, knowing that he’d bought this house with someone else, and after how badly he screwed up when she first arrived, Adam wasn’t about to push her to do anything she wasn’t ready for.
“Really. I definitely want to change a few things.” Like the art on the walls and some of the furniture. “You love this house. I love you. And this fireplace.” Mainly the fireplace at the moment. Savannah took a sip of tea and snuggled close to Adam.
“I’m not saying tomorrow, but probably January or February.” Sav didn’t want to leave Paige alone in the house either, though. Back home, Paige still had Lucas. “I’m not quite there yet, but much closer.”
Adam grinned. “We can make changes, sure. As long as it doesn’t impede the view from the back deck.” That was the primary reason he loved this house and he didn’t want to lose that. Anything else was up for grabs.
“Whenever you’re ready is fine with me,” he said. “You already have a drawer in my dresser.”
“What kind of girlfriend would I be if I impeded the view from the deck?” Savannah teased, burrowing even closer to Adam, tea in hand.
“Thank you. For being you.” Savannah finally unborrowed enough to grab her plate of food. “I needed this.” A few bites of food chewed and swallowed, before Savannah cuddled up again to Adam, head against his shoulder.
“I don’t know how to be anyone else,” Adam joked as he reached for his food. It wouldn’t stay warm long with how cold it was outside so they should probably eat quickly. Of course, that didn’t stop him from bending down to kiss the top of Savannah’s head when she leaned against him. Being with his girlfriend was more important than not eating cold food.