When Amelie came home that day from work, Adrien was already sitting at the counter tapping away at a computer.

"Hey," he said to her mindlessly, his eyes still glued to the computer screen.

"Hey yourself," she responded. She sauntered over to him and he looked away from the computer. His arms stretched out to her and for a split second before she leaned towards him, her body tensed up and she felt a wave of disgust. Towards herself? Towards him? Amelie pushed aside the feeling and allowed him reach for her hips and to place her between his legs. His hands slid down her back to rest on her butt and he gave her a peck on the lips.

"What are you up to?" she asked.

"Just work stuff," he said.

Amelie was standing still and reminded herself to meld into his body more and rest her hands on his knees. "Oh. I thought Elves were anti-technology. I've never seen you doing work on the computer before."

"Hmm, times change." He let go of her and turned his attention back to his screen.

She walked around the counter to grab an apple from the fridge. "What kinds of technologies exist in the Realms now? Or is it just Rentrés living in the human world that use computers and phones?"

"I dunno," he responded without looking up. "I think they've started using computers in limited amounts in the some of Realms. Not Moore yet though..."

"I wonder if magic could somehow make technology or science work better. Imagine the chemical reactions that could be sped along with magic," she pondered out loud. Adrien made no moves to indicate that he heard her. "Hey," she said, "look up at me. Just for a few minutes. I just got home I want to talk to you and interact with you."

He sighed and lowered the laptop screen. "I really don't know. You ask so many questions about how things work. I didn't respond because they're not things I think about."

Amelie frowned. "Are my questions annoying you?"

He rested one foot over the other knee on the barstool. "You never annoy me. It's just a waste of energy to ask all the time."

"You used to say my curiosity was beautiful" she snapped.

Adrien tilted his head to the side and smiled, ignorant to her anger. "Everything about you is beautiful." He reached his arms towards her again. "Come here."

She let out a short growl but walked over to him. "I'm sorry," he said and pecked her on the forehead. Maybe not so ignorant then. "I'm sorry." He pecked her then on the nose.

The tingles that usually came with Adrien's kisses failed to appear but as he continued his perusal of kisses, but still Amelie felt her body responding. She leaned more into him and subconsciously closed her eyes at the comforting gestures.

Finally she conceded and kissed him back. Her anger had not dissipated into mist, but rather pushed her back behind the barrier in her head. It was not worth explaining things to someone who just could not hear you.

She loved Adrien, but she had come to find that some topics just took them around in circles and were not worth the fight. He loved her even if he did not always understand her. As had been the way in her life. Her father and brother loved her no doubt, even without being able to understand why her hopes and wishes did not match their own.

She kissed up his jaw so that her lips rested just near his ear. "Do you want to go away next weekend? Come meet my father. We can retrace our first date in Philadelphia."

Adrien sighed and brought his hand up from her back to rest on the sides of her arms. He gently pushed against her so that she leaned away from him.

"I meant to tell you, I have to go to Moore next weekend for some family business." His eyes raked down her body and his fingers slipped up and down her arms in a calming pattern.

"Oh," Amelie breathed. she felt a ball form in her throat as she gathered her courage and asked, "Can I come with you? You once said that I could come with you next time you go home, and I would love to meet your mother and see Moore."

Adrien dropped his head and groaned. "I want to say yes so badly but things are still so precarious with your situation, I don't think that it's safe." He raised his head and regarded her with lidded eyes, "My mother would love you. I'm sure of it. You'll meet her soon."

Amelie swallowed the ball in her throat. "Okay," she said. She let go of him and walked back around the counter.

"Hey," he said, "Come back, babe." She stood still but felt Adrien's warmth approach her from behind. He enveloped her against his chest and rested his chin on her shoulders. "You'll see Moore some day. I promise," he kissed her cheek, "now just isn't the right time to go there."

Amelie stared straight ahead. "Is it because Theo is there right now?" She didn't dare turn around to see his face as she asked the question.

His grip tightened on her. "Why would you bring up Theo? No it's not because of him. It's much more complicated than that."

"I just know you don't like him is all. And that you can somewhat overreact when it comes to my protection." She turned around her put her hands on his hips.

"Overreact? Amelie he is not a good person and you were seeing him every day. But you know I forgave you for that. Why would you bring it up? Please just drop it if you know so well that he makes me irritated." Adrien's hands dropped her arms again and dug in tighter as he spoke.

"What is the danger? Explain it to me so I can understand. I'll drop it if you really explain things." She stared up at him and pleaded with her eyes. Listen to me. Connect with me.

"It's not about what the danger is Amelie. You just need to trust me. I know what I'm talking about here." His hands dug into her arms. "Why can't you just trust me?" Adrien growled and squeezed against her arms.

She yelped in pain but he held on. His eyes were focused on her own, not on her arms so she stared back at him, searching for his soul beneath the anger. She needed to calm him down.

She noticed for the first time since she had seen him in Boston, his brown contacts were out. Had she not been looking at him either as they spoke?

"Hey." Amelie said as she lifted her hands up to cup his face between her hands. "I do trust you, sweetheart." She stroked her thumbs along his cheekbones and he closed his eyes, his anger deflating. "I just don't like being guarded like a puppy. I'm not used to it, Love."

He opened his silver eyes. "No contacts today," she remarked. He smiled slightly.

"Natural only for you, Love," he whispered. Amelie relaxed. His flash of anger had disappeared and so did her fear. Her questions went unanswered again, but her love had at least returned.