Post by saphiraaiedail on Apr 6, 2011 15:59:26 GMT 10
Title: My Lover
Rating:PG 13
Word Count: 762
Pairing: A/R
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Alanna licked her lips, knowing she shouldn’t be here but aware she couldn’t resist and couldn’t stop. ( Warning: Mild sexuality( I think thats the rating-my bad if its wrong))
Their eyes meet and sparks ignite and burn as though a rampant storm, before they smoothly glance away. Alanna of Trebond and Olau, The Lioness, Kings Champion and Knight of Tortall stood next Gary and Raul, a smile lighting her face as she laughed.
Next to her, her childhood friends laughed with her, and clasped her around the shoulders before turning to greet a tall sturdy figure wearing a deep blue tunic, matching his eyes.
Prince Jonathan, soon to be King of Tortall was welcomed readily by his friends and the man watching narrowed his eyes as he embraced his Champion, before excusing himself from the ballroom.
Excusing herself during a pause in the conversation, Alanna bade goodnight to her friends as well as Thayet, Buri and Liam, the Shang Dragon, before wandering down the various hallways of the Palace.
Casting herself invisible after she entered her room, she swiftly locked the door and walked over to her balcony. Slipping down the creeping vines, Alanna used skills taught to her by George to climb onto the balcony of a room in the west wing. Entering the room she slowly and cautiously made her way to the hallways.
The Lioness grinned, her eyes beginning to alight, as she easily navigated the guards lounging in “casual” positions all having a vantage point of a single room. Briefly Alanna frowned, it was blatantly obvious they were not there to sit and talk, the glances they kept throwing to the heavy closed door and the shapes of hidden blades beneath clothes proved they were guarding whoever, or whatever was in that room. It was accessible only by that single door, the windows were too small to climb in or out of and there was no other doors, thus the reason she was waiting for the door to open.
Suddenly the guards tensed as voice rang out from inside the room, “I would like a bottle of champagne bought to my room please, two glasses, I am expecting a guest.” The guards frowned before one of less rank was sent scurrying for the drink. Alanna slunk slowly between the guards, making sure she didn’t make a sound; even her breathing and footfall were timed exactly with the steps of the fleeing guard.
Standing a few meters from the open door Alanna decided to wait, it wasn’t worth it, being caught. Breathing softly she waited until the guard returned with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, as he rolled his eyes to his companions Alanna snuck behind him, keeping an ideal distance away.
As instructed by a man sitting in a tall armchair facing the fire, the guard placed the alcohol on a small wooden table, before exiting and closing the door. Alanna waited until the guard was walking away before removing her illusion. With a snap of his fingers the door was locked and the room soundproofed. Alanna licked her lips, knowing she shouldn’t be here but aware she couldn’t resist and couldn’t stop.
Abruptly the man stood and, almost before she could comprehend, threw himself across the room to her. Alanna gasped as her breath was knocked from her and warm lips were pressed hungrily onto her own. Her fingers went immediately to his hair and formed into fists, clutching midnight strands desperately.
His hands clasped her hips as he lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, kissing her fiercely as she wrapped her legs around him. Pressing her into the sheets he kissed her on the nose before hurriedly removing his own clothing, copying her movements.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, “she gasped as he kissed her passionately, purple eyes mirroring smouldering sapphire ones.
“No, we really shouldn’t,” he murmured into her neck, sending goose bumps in waves across her skin.
“Do you want to stop?”
For an answer she pulled him into a deeper kiss and was rewarded with a warm chuckle escaping his lips.
Later, a few hours before dawn Alanna re-clothed herself, reused the spell for invisibility and unlocked the door. Looking back at her lover, she smiled softly, before waving as one would to a child and stepping through the door. The guards were all sleeping at their posts, the sleeping potion she had given them before their duty working its magic.
Returning to her rooms she snuggled under her cold covers and tried not to think of the man she had just spent the night with.
Yawning, Duke Roger of Conte stretched out, trying to find the soft sleeping form of his departed lover.
Rating:PG 13
Word Count: 762
Pairing: A/R
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Alanna licked her lips, knowing she shouldn’t be here but aware she couldn’t resist and couldn’t stop. ( Warning: Mild sexuality( I think thats the rating-my bad if its wrong))
Their eyes meet and sparks ignite and burn as though a rampant storm, before they smoothly glance away. Alanna of Trebond and Olau, The Lioness, Kings Champion and Knight of Tortall stood next Gary and Raul, a smile lighting her face as she laughed.
Next to her, her childhood friends laughed with her, and clasped her around the shoulders before turning to greet a tall sturdy figure wearing a deep blue tunic, matching his eyes.
Prince Jonathan, soon to be King of Tortall was welcomed readily by his friends and the man watching narrowed his eyes as he embraced his Champion, before excusing himself from the ballroom.
Excusing herself during a pause in the conversation, Alanna bade goodnight to her friends as well as Thayet, Buri and Liam, the Shang Dragon, before wandering down the various hallways of the Palace.
Casting herself invisible after she entered her room, she swiftly locked the door and walked over to her balcony. Slipping down the creeping vines, Alanna used skills taught to her by George to climb onto the balcony of a room in the west wing. Entering the room she slowly and cautiously made her way to the hallways.
The Lioness grinned, her eyes beginning to alight, as she easily navigated the guards lounging in “casual” positions all having a vantage point of a single room. Briefly Alanna frowned, it was blatantly obvious they were not there to sit and talk, the glances they kept throwing to the heavy closed door and the shapes of hidden blades beneath clothes proved they were guarding whoever, or whatever was in that room. It was accessible only by that single door, the windows were too small to climb in or out of and there was no other doors, thus the reason she was waiting for the door to open.
Suddenly the guards tensed as voice rang out from inside the room, “I would like a bottle of champagne bought to my room please, two glasses, I am expecting a guest.” The guards frowned before one of less rank was sent scurrying for the drink. Alanna slunk slowly between the guards, making sure she didn’t make a sound; even her breathing and footfall were timed exactly with the steps of the fleeing guard.
Standing a few meters from the open door Alanna decided to wait, it wasn’t worth it, being caught. Breathing softly she waited until the guard returned with a bottle of champagne and two glasses, as he rolled his eyes to his companions Alanna snuck behind him, keeping an ideal distance away.
As instructed by a man sitting in a tall armchair facing the fire, the guard placed the alcohol on a small wooden table, before exiting and closing the door. Alanna waited until the guard was walking away before removing her illusion. With a snap of his fingers the door was locked and the room soundproofed. Alanna licked her lips, knowing she shouldn’t be here but aware she couldn’t resist and couldn’t stop.
Abruptly the man stood and, almost before she could comprehend, threw himself across the room to her. Alanna gasped as her breath was knocked from her and warm lips were pressed hungrily onto her own. Her fingers went immediately to his hair and formed into fists, clutching midnight strands desperately.
His hands clasped her hips as he lifted her off her feet and carried her over to the bed, kissing her fiercely as she wrapped her legs around him. Pressing her into the sheets he kissed her on the nose before hurriedly removing his own clothing, copying her movements.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, “she gasped as he kissed her passionately, purple eyes mirroring smouldering sapphire ones.
“No, we really shouldn’t,” he murmured into her neck, sending goose bumps in waves across her skin.
“Do you want to stop?”
For an answer she pulled him into a deeper kiss and was rewarded with a warm chuckle escaping his lips.
Later, a few hours before dawn Alanna re-clothed herself, reused the spell for invisibility and unlocked the door. Looking back at her lover, she smiled softly, before waving as one would to a child and stepping through the door. The guards were all sleeping at their posts, the sleeping potion she had given them before their duty working its magic.
Returning to her rooms she snuggled under her cold covers and tried not to think of the man she had just spent the night with.
Yawning, Duke Roger of Conte stretched out, trying to find the soft sleeping form of his departed lover.