Post by Minuit on Feb 2, 2010 12:34:46 GMT 10
Title: Over my dead body
Rating: PG
Length: 755
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Slightly crack!fic. George finds out about SMACKDOWN, and his reaction surprises Alanna.
A/N: This is probably terrible, but I had an irresistible urge to write it.
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“Uh sir?” A messenger poked his head around the corner and spoke tentatively.
“Yes. What is it?” George raised his head from the mountain of paperwork and replied, slightly annoyed at the interruption.
“Um a report sir. From you-know-who over at that ... Goldenlake place – not the actual Goldenlake – but you know, the other Goldenlake.”
“Yes, yes I know.” George pinched the bridge of his nose and resisted the urge to fiddle with his knives – it would probably scare the poor boy so bad he’d keel over in the door to his office. “Just leave the report on my desk.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” The nervous man left the report, bowed and stepped out quickly.
“I suppose I should see what madness they’re up to now.” Resigning himself, George picked up the report from his agent inside that place, calling itself Goldenlake. Scanning the report quickly, he sputtered and chocked. “They’re doin’ WHAT?” He was beyond shocked. “SMACKDOWN? For Kel’s hand? And Alanna is a contender?” George rubbed his temple, trying to fight off the headache he could feel coming on.
“George? What’s the matter?” Alanna came into the room, concerned about all his shouting.
“Look at this! They’re organisin’ an event where you’re competin’ for Keladry’s hand. This, this, SMACKDOWN.”
“Really?” Alanna blinked and picked up the report, curiosity getting the better of her.
“How ridiculous is that?” George took a grateful gulp of his ale.
“Uhh ... well ...” Alanna stuttered and blushed. “It’s not as ridiculous as it sounds...” She broke off as she met George’s hazel eyes – normally full of mischief – but now, filled with a knowing glower. “It ... it just ... we...” Alanna swallowed and looked away, guilt tasted like bile in her mouth.
“So it’s true then.” George took Alanna’s hands in his own, and drew her to him gently. “Just like everything else these Goldenlakers write.”
“Yes.” She trembled in his arms, and dared not look at him.
“I have to say, I’m not surprised. I wished it weren’t so. But I saw it comin’.” George rubbed his arms up and down Alanna’s back, not knowing whether he was soothing her, or himself.
“You did? How?” Utterly bewildered, Alanna looked up and bravely gazed into her husband’s eyes once more. “We were careful. It was just that one time. Keladry and I had almost died at Scanran hands. We were just ... comforting each other.” Alanna blushed once again at the thought of what that comfort had led to, the moans, the shivers, and the screams in the end.
“There were other signs my love.” George’s eyes held an indescribably look. Try as she might, she couldn’t read them.
“Do you hate me?” Her voice actually quivered.
“I could never hate you Alanna.” George pulled her closer and laid a gentle kiss upon her lips. “I’m not even that mad. I’m just disappointed you didn’t tell me.”
“Not mad?” She didn’t understand.
“Well, I’ve had some time to think about it. And I understand that I can’t offer you the same things Lady Knight Keladry can.” George smiled wryly. “There’s also the fact that well, as a man, your ... uh ... relationship with Keladry ... intrigues me.” His eyes twinkled wickedly once again.
“You dirty old thief!” Alanna smacked him, but laughed in relief and kissed him soundly.
“Now, there’s somethin’ else we have to deal with.” George picked up the report once again.
“Oh? What?” Alanna settled herself in his lap and read with him.
“You might be losin’ the SMACKDOWN darlin’. And it happens that Wyldon has more supporters than you do.” He grinned.
“What? Wyldon and Kel? Over my dead body.” Alanna cursed and jumped up, full of indignation.
“What are you goin’ to do about it?” George’s eyes were full of mischief as usual.
“Don’t you mean, what are we goin’ to do about it?” Alanna mimicked his accent and grinned. “Since you’re goin’ to know anyway?”
“That’s my Lioness.” George burst out laughing in delight. “Let’s go find Keladry shall we, and see if we can find a way to win this SMACKDOWN.” George leered and waggled his eyebrows.
“Just one way? You must be losing your touch, you old rogue.” Alanna laughed along with him – her heart nearly bursting with relief. She still loved George. And he still loved her. They’ll work out where Kel fit into this together.
“Losin’ my touch? We’ll show those Goldenlakers a thing or two.” George picked her up and strode out of the room.
Rating: PG
Length: 755
Competitor: Alanna
Round/Fight: 1/H
Summary: Slightly crack!fic. George finds out about SMACKDOWN, and his reaction surprises Alanna.
A/N: This is probably terrible, but I had an irresistible urge to write it.
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“Uh sir?” A messenger poked his head around the corner and spoke tentatively.
“Yes. What is it?” George raised his head from the mountain of paperwork and replied, slightly annoyed at the interruption.
“Um a report sir. From you-know-who over at that ... Goldenlake place – not the actual Goldenlake – but you know, the other Goldenlake.”
“Yes, yes I know.” George pinched the bridge of his nose and resisted the urge to fiddle with his knives – it would probably scare the poor boy so bad he’d keel over in the door to his office. “Just leave the report on my desk.”
“Yes sir. Thank you sir.” The nervous man left the report, bowed and stepped out quickly.
“I suppose I should see what madness they’re up to now.” Resigning himself, George picked up the report from his agent inside that place, calling itself Goldenlake. Scanning the report quickly, he sputtered and chocked. “They’re doin’ WHAT?” He was beyond shocked. “SMACKDOWN? For Kel’s hand? And Alanna is a contender?” George rubbed his temple, trying to fight off the headache he could feel coming on.
“George? What’s the matter?” Alanna came into the room, concerned about all his shouting.
“Look at this! They’re organisin’ an event where you’re competin’ for Keladry’s hand. This, this, SMACKDOWN.”
“Really?” Alanna blinked and picked up the report, curiosity getting the better of her.
“How ridiculous is that?” George took a grateful gulp of his ale.
“Uhh ... well ...” Alanna stuttered and blushed. “It’s not as ridiculous as it sounds...” She broke off as she met George’s hazel eyes – normally full of mischief – but now, filled with a knowing glower. “It ... it just ... we...” Alanna swallowed and looked away, guilt tasted like bile in her mouth.
“So it’s true then.” George took Alanna’s hands in his own, and drew her to him gently. “Just like everything else these Goldenlakers write.”
“Yes.” She trembled in his arms, and dared not look at him.
“I have to say, I’m not surprised. I wished it weren’t so. But I saw it comin’.” George rubbed his arms up and down Alanna’s back, not knowing whether he was soothing her, or himself.
“You did? How?” Utterly bewildered, Alanna looked up and bravely gazed into her husband’s eyes once more. “We were careful. It was just that one time. Keladry and I had almost died at Scanran hands. We were just ... comforting each other.” Alanna blushed once again at the thought of what that comfort had led to, the moans, the shivers, and the screams in the end.
“There were other signs my love.” George’s eyes held an indescribably look. Try as she might, she couldn’t read them.
“Do you hate me?” Her voice actually quivered.
“I could never hate you Alanna.” George pulled her closer and laid a gentle kiss upon her lips. “I’m not even that mad. I’m just disappointed you didn’t tell me.”
“Not mad?” She didn’t understand.
“Well, I’ve had some time to think about it. And I understand that I can’t offer you the same things Lady Knight Keladry can.” George smiled wryly. “There’s also the fact that well, as a man, your ... uh ... relationship with Keladry ... intrigues me.” His eyes twinkled wickedly once again.
“You dirty old thief!” Alanna smacked him, but laughed in relief and kissed him soundly.
“Now, there’s somethin’ else we have to deal with.” George picked up the report once again.
“Oh? What?” Alanna settled herself in his lap and read with him.
“You might be losin’ the SMACKDOWN darlin’. And it happens that Wyldon has more supporters than you do.” He grinned.
“What? Wyldon and Kel? Over my dead body.” Alanna cursed and jumped up, full of indignation.
“What are you goin’ to do about it?” George’s eyes were full of mischief as usual.
“Don’t you mean, what are we goin’ to do about it?” Alanna mimicked his accent and grinned. “Since you’re goin’ to know anyway?”
“That’s my Lioness.” George burst out laughing in delight. “Let’s go find Keladry shall we, and see if we can find a way to win this SMACKDOWN.” George leered and waggled his eyebrows.
“Just one way? You must be losing your touch, you old rogue.” Alanna laughed along with him – her heart nearly bursting with relief. She still loved George. And he still loved her. They’ll work out where Kel fit into this together.
“Losin’ my touch? We’ll show those Goldenlakers a thing or two.” George picked her up and strode out of the room.