Post by Verasque on Feb 4, 2010 16:04:10 GMT 10
Title: Curtains
Rating: PG
Length: 251
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Kel learns that the Lioness is a seasoned veteran in procrastinating important reports.
“Do you always hide behind curtains, my la—Alanna?” Kel asked, remembering at the last minute to drop the ingrained formality.
The red-headed woman darted her eyes around suspiciously, making certain that no passersby could see her prowling the hallways beside the drapes. “Only when I’m not inclined to converse with bumbling idiots.”
“Isn’t that usually always?”
Violet eyes regarded her levelly. “Yes. But this is—oh, wretch.”
Kel watched in fascination as the harried-looking Sir Gareth turned from the archway ahead and into their path, a stressed frown upon his face. “Have you still not finished writing the report?” Kel whispered.
Alanna shot her a pointed glare, and grabbed her arm. “You don’t mind impromptu lessons, do you?”
Confused, Kel opened her mouth to ask why, but was halted when small hands pulled on her tunic and forced them to bump back into the wall. Alanna didn’t give her any time to recover before the woman’s chapped lips ascended onto hers, and lean arms curved around her middle.
A long minute later, Kel was released, her eyelids blinking furiously and her lips strangely vulnerable. “Is he gone?” Alanna questioned, carefully peering around Kel’s towering shoulders. “Ha! He didn’t even notice. That, Kel, is how a lady knight avoids Prime Ministers chasing important overdue reports that have yet to be written.”
“Uh, yeah,” Kel managed, stepping away awkwardly as Alanna cleared her throat.
“Right, let’s go. I’m starving.”
Dazed, Kel followed behind, wondering what else Alanna could teach her, and how.
Rating: PG
Length: 251
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Kel learns that the Lioness is a seasoned veteran in procrastinating important reports.
“Do you always hide behind curtains, my la—Alanna?” Kel asked, remembering at the last minute to drop the ingrained formality.
The red-headed woman darted her eyes around suspiciously, making certain that no passersby could see her prowling the hallways beside the drapes. “Only when I’m not inclined to converse with bumbling idiots.”
“Isn’t that usually always?”
Violet eyes regarded her levelly. “Yes. But this is—oh, wretch.”
Kel watched in fascination as the harried-looking Sir Gareth turned from the archway ahead and into their path, a stressed frown upon his face. “Have you still not finished writing the report?” Kel whispered.
Alanna shot her a pointed glare, and grabbed her arm. “You don’t mind impromptu lessons, do you?”
Confused, Kel opened her mouth to ask why, but was halted when small hands pulled on her tunic and forced them to bump back into the wall. Alanna didn’t give her any time to recover before the woman’s chapped lips ascended onto hers, and lean arms curved around her middle.
A long minute later, Kel was released, her eyelids blinking furiously and her lips strangely vulnerable. “Is he gone?” Alanna questioned, carefully peering around Kel’s towering shoulders. “Ha! He didn’t even notice. That, Kel, is how a lady knight avoids Prime Ministers chasing important overdue reports that have yet to be written.”
“Uh, yeah,” Kel managed, stepping away awkwardly as Alanna cleared her throat.
“Right, let’s go. I’m starving.”
Dazed, Kel followed behind, wondering what else Alanna could teach her, and how.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!