 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
His comment hadn’t implied that she thought anything of him. All it had meant was that only someone stupid wouldn’t have noticed there was more to Zita and James than either of them had been letting on at the party and one didn’t need 20-20 vision to see it. He didn’t reply to her though. There wasn’t much he could say about it anyhow when she was clearly so angry. But just exactly who was she angry with? Him? Herself? James? The world? Adam wasn’t sure anymore. As she explained about her and James, it was frighteningly clear that Zita still had feelings for the man and that she somehow, in some way still felt obligated to him. The idea made Adam’s stomach roil. It probably should have been a big flashing caution sign telling him to turn around this instant and leave.
Only, Adam knew how hard first loves were to get over. In fact, he believed that one never truly did get over them because Merlin knew his own had left a scar on his heart that had never fully healed. Ignoring the warning signs flashing all over the place telling him to run, Adam focused on the fact that Zita felt compelled to tell him the truth. It meant something right? Perhaps she did care for him more than he had realized. Perhaps it meant she did feel some remorse for her actions at the party. Or perhaps it was just Adam grasping for straws and some sort of silver lining to a terrible night and what had been turning into a terrible morning.
Or maybe he was just being his normal hopefully optimistic self?
When he leaned in to kiss her, Adam had fully expected Zita to pull back and slap him. In fact, he had somewhat braced himself for it. Instead, he was shocked to find that she was leaning into him, kissing him back. Oddly her reaction caused him to tense even more. But only for a second, because he was soon deepening the kiss, a hand sliding into her hair as he held her there, trying to put every emotion he felt for her into a single kiss. He could taste the coffee, a bitter note that gave way to a spicy and sweet sensation that drove him crazy. He didn’t want to stop kissing her, only he had to, because he was at work. When he pulled back, he was slightly breathless, but managed to whisper, ”I do not presume to know anyzzing about you.” He bumped noses with her softly, still trying to catch his breath. ”Because you all ze time surprise me.” With his face this close to hers, he could almost see her clearly and he was struck by how pretty she was. But it wasn’t just her physical appearance he was recognizing. The way she had opened up durring the fight made him feel that this might have been the first time he’d seen the real Zita.
His hands slid down to rest on her shoulders. Feeling bold, he asked, ”Dinner?” Then added, ”Tonight. Mein place.” Maybe it was odd that one moment they were yelling at each other and the next they were kissing. It wasn’t to him. He had always liked strong females who weren’t afraid to speak their minds. Besides, she had told him to make a move and so he had. Now? He was making another one, because his invitation hadn’t really been him asking. ”Vhere you kan kontinue to yell at me if you vant,” he joked, his lopsided smile forming on his face. He stepped back as he reached for his glasses which he slipped back on his face. He’d stay and continue arguing with her, but he had to get back to work or his potion would be ruined and he really wouldn’t be able to cook her dinner tonight.
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