Post by greenie on Aug 16, 2009 17:58:27 GMT 10
Title: Brocade
Rating: R
Words: 527
Pairing: Duke Gareth/Alanna
Summary: The aftermath of the shock of Gary the Younger's life.
“Gary, please!” Alanna ran through the hallways to catch up to him. “Please!” she said again, as she caught up to him.
He turned towards her, face still beet red, and opened his mouth to talk.
“Not out here,” she hissed, and shoved him through the closest doorway. It led to a set of rooms that looked as though they hadn’t been lived in for months, if not years. Perfect for having an awkward and highly embarrassing discussion in, she thought, and sent purple fire around the room to prevent anyone from listening to them.
“You’d better not be planning on ‘persuading’ me,” he told her. “Especially when you haven’t even bathed since you were…” he trailed off, looking nauseous.
“I wasn’t planning anything of the sort,” she said indignantly. “You’re my friend, well, you were until ten minutes ago anyway. I suppose you hate me now. But it would be too weird, having sex with you.”
He gave an interesting sort of strangled squawk. “And yet you were perfectly willing to-“
“I know,” she interrupted. “Gary, please, please, please don’t tell anyone,” she begged him. “Especially not Jon.”
“Especially not Jon,” he repeated. She nodded, her violet eyes hopeful. “You want me to NOT tell my cousin and oldest friend,” he said slowly, “that you were sleeping with my father behind his back, and that I walked in on you both in the middle of it, with you wearing nothing but paint on your body in the colours of Naxen, and the Tortallan Prime Ministerial robe of state!”
“Yes,” she said, feeling her skin burning with embarrassment. “I’d be so grateful if you could keep that to yourself.”
“My mind is never going to be clean again,” he complained. Alanna decided that now wasn’t the time to point out that his mind hadn’t been clean for years, and held her tongue. “Those are my colours too,” he continued. “One day I’ll be Duke of Naxen, how am I supposed to look at our family crest with pride? And Jon said once that he thought I’d be a good Prime Minister when he’s King. I won’t ever be able to wear the robe without thinking of THAT, no matter how many times it’s been washed.”
She scowled. “Don’t blame me for all that, it was his idea! He wouldn’t wear his dressing gown for me unless I agreed.”
He stared at her, an amusing mix of bewilderment and apprehension on his face. “His dressing gown?”
She supposed he hadn’t noticed it in his shock. “The red and gold brocade one,” she said, and giggled despite herself.
Gary spluttered incoherently in horror for several moments. “He used to wear that while he read stories to me in bed!” he finally managed.
“Look Gary, just please don’t tell anyone, alright?”
“You mean, I should keep quiet so that you can keep on doing it without having to worry about anything nasty like national scandals.”
A thought occurred to Alanna, and she crossed her arms. “Fine, go ahead and tell everyone,” she said. He looked at her suspiciously and she grinned at him triumphantly. “Nobody’s going to believe you anyway.”
Rating: R
Words: 527
Pairing: Duke Gareth/Alanna
Summary: The aftermath of the shock of Gary the Younger's life.
“Gary, please!” Alanna ran through the hallways to catch up to him. “Please!” she said again, as she caught up to him.
He turned towards her, face still beet red, and opened his mouth to talk.
“Not out here,” she hissed, and shoved him through the closest doorway. It led to a set of rooms that looked as though they hadn’t been lived in for months, if not years. Perfect for having an awkward and highly embarrassing discussion in, she thought, and sent purple fire around the room to prevent anyone from listening to them.
“You’d better not be planning on ‘persuading’ me,” he told her. “Especially when you haven’t even bathed since you were…” he trailed off, looking nauseous.
“I wasn’t planning anything of the sort,” she said indignantly. “You’re my friend, well, you were until ten minutes ago anyway. I suppose you hate me now. But it would be too weird, having sex with you.”
He gave an interesting sort of strangled squawk. “And yet you were perfectly willing to-“
“I know,” she interrupted. “Gary, please, please, please don’t tell anyone,” she begged him. “Especially not Jon.”
“Especially not Jon,” he repeated. She nodded, her violet eyes hopeful. “You want me to NOT tell my cousin and oldest friend,” he said slowly, “that you were sleeping with my father behind his back, and that I walked in on you both in the middle of it, with you wearing nothing but paint on your body in the colours of Naxen, and the Tortallan Prime Ministerial robe of state!”
“Yes,” she said, feeling her skin burning with embarrassment. “I’d be so grateful if you could keep that to yourself.”
“My mind is never going to be clean again,” he complained. Alanna decided that now wasn’t the time to point out that his mind hadn’t been clean for years, and held her tongue. “Those are my colours too,” he continued. “One day I’ll be Duke of Naxen, how am I supposed to look at our family crest with pride? And Jon said once that he thought I’d be a good Prime Minister when he’s King. I won’t ever be able to wear the robe without thinking of THAT, no matter how many times it’s been washed.”
She scowled. “Don’t blame me for all that, it was his idea! He wouldn’t wear his dressing gown for me unless I agreed.”
He stared at her, an amusing mix of bewilderment and apprehension on his face. “His dressing gown?”
She supposed he hadn’t noticed it in his shock. “The red and gold brocade one,” she said, and giggled despite herself.
Gary spluttered incoherently in horror for several moments. “He used to wear that while he read stories to me in bed!” he finally managed.
“Look Gary, just please don’t tell anyone, alright?”
“You mean, I should keep quiet so that you can keep on doing it without having to worry about anything nasty like national scandals.”
A thought occurred to Alanna, and she crossed her arms. “Fine, go ahead and tell everyone,” she said. He looked at her suspiciously and she grinned at him triumphantly. “Nobody’s going to believe you anyway.”