Post by greenie on Jun 26, 2010 22:59:07 GMT 10
Title: Fit for a Queen
Rating: G
Length: 368
Summary: Alanna doesn't quite realise just how different Jonathan's idea of her future is.
Jonathan knocked on Alanna’s door. “It’s just me,” he called. He grinned when she pushed the door open. “Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he said, and kissed her. “I have a surprise for you.”
Alanna raised her eyebrow. “I suppose it involves me taking my clothes off,” she said archly.
“It might,” he teased. He took her hand and led her back into his own rooms. Alanna stopped when she caught sight of the finely-made dress laid out on his bed.
“Is that for me?” she blurted out.
Jonathan snorted, something she was fairly certain he’d learned from her. “Who do you think it’s for?”
She stepped forwards and ran her fingers gently over the fabric. “I don’t suppose you’d fit it anyway.”
“I don’t suppose I would.” He put his hand on the small of her back. “Will you try it on?”
Alanna nodded and eyed the dress. “I’ll change in my own room, I’ll need a breastband and things.”
She emerged several minutes later with the dress falling loose about her shoulders. “It laces up at the back,” she explained. “Could you help me please?” She looked nervously towards his other door. “You did lock it, didn’t you?” Alanna had no idea how she’d even begin to explain Squire Alan in a dress to any unexpected visitors.
“Of course.” He took hold of the laces and gently began threading them through the holes, Alanna shivering when his hands brushed against her skin. “You’re done,” he announced, and turned her to face the mirror.
Alanna stared at her reflection. “I look beautiful,” she whispered, and Jon smiled and agreed.
Mother has a necklace that would match the dress perfectly, he thought. And matching eardrops too, although she hasn’t worn those in years. Alanna could have holes put in her ears.
Alanna was piling her hair on top of her head, wrinkling her nose as strands escaped. Jon smiled and tucked them up, replacing her hands with his. Alanna smoothed the skirts, wondering if she’d look as beautiful when she was covered in knightly scars, while Jonathan pictured a golden crown in place of his hands. It’s certainly a dress fit for a queen, he thought, and smiled.
Rating: G
Length: 368
Summary: Alanna doesn't quite realise just how different Jonathan's idea of her future is.
Jonathan knocked on Alanna’s door. “It’s just me,” he called. He grinned when she pushed the door open. “Are you alone?”
“Yes.”
“Good,” he said, and kissed her. “I have a surprise for you.”
Alanna raised her eyebrow. “I suppose it involves me taking my clothes off,” she said archly.
“It might,” he teased. He took her hand and led her back into his own rooms. Alanna stopped when she caught sight of the finely-made dress laid out on his bed.
“Is that for me?” she blurted out.
Jonathan snorted, something she was fairly certain he’d learned from her. “Who do you think it’s for?”
She stepped forwards and ran her fingers gently over the fabric. “I don’t suppose you’d fit it anyway.”
“I don’t suppose I would.” He put his hand on the small of her back. “Will you try it on?”
Alanna nodded and eyed the dress. “I’ll change in my own room, I’ll need a breastband and things.”
She emerged several minutes later with the dress falling loose about her shoulders. “It laces up at the back,” she explained. “Could you help me please?” She looked nervously towards his other door. “You did lock it, didn’t you?” Alanna had no idea how she’d even begin to explain Squire Alan in a dress to any unexpected visitors.
“Of course.” He took hold of the laces and gently began threading them through the holes, Alanna shivering when his hands brushed against her skin. “You’re done,” he announced, and turned her to face the mirror.
Alanna stared at her reflection. “I look beautiful,” she whispered, and Jon smiled and agreed.
Mother has a necklace that would match the dress perfectly, he thought. And matching eardrops too, although she hasn’t worn those in years. Alanna could have holes put in her ears.
Alanna was piling her hair on top of her head, wrinkling her nose as strands escaped. Jon smiled and tucked them up, replacing her hands with his. Alanna smoothed the skirts, wondering if she’d look as beautiful when she was covered in knightly scars, while Jonathan pictured a golden crown in place of his hands. It’s certainly a dress fit for a queen, he thought, and smiled.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!