Post by lisabounce on Apr 6, 2011 20:58:46 GMT 10
Title: That Most Promising Squire (Part 3)
Rating: R
Word Count: 400
Pairing: Roger/Alanna
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Roger dogged her footsteps, those last months between her eighteenth birthday and her Ordeal.
Alanna stared at the Duke, eyes wide and blank. “Walk with me, Squire,” he commanded.
“My cousin tells me you plan to leave the palace when you get your sheild. That you want to … do great deeds. What, did that taste of heroism you had as a page stick?”
She contrived to look confused. “I don't know what you mean, your Grace.”
“Luck like that only occurs once in a lifetime. If you must be a hero, there's always the Tusaine and Scanran borders, the bandit patrols in the hill country or you could just go hunting Bazhir. Always a time honoured occupation, especially for younger sons like yourself. Unless...” Roger looked at her carefully. “You want glory, don't you?”
Alanna blinked and tried not to pull a face. She had no interest in hunting Bazhir. “I just want to do good deeds, your Grace.”
“Then you ride the border and hunt bandits. You want something else. You'll be dead inside three months, even with your manservant at your side.” Roger tugged his beard. He was handsome even now, berating her.
“I'm not sure... I'm good!”
“You've had a lifetime's luck already, Squire. Do you want to tempt the gods? I'm told little good comes of that.”
“The gods?” Alanna giggled nervously as Roger ran a hand down the side of her face, thumb stroking her lips.
“I guess I'll just have to ignore my belief that squires aren't yet finished. I know my cousin has and long since. For all his failings, he has good taste.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly, stroking her thigh, fingers skirting just to the edge of her packing.
“Your Grace, this isn't – what if people see? Sir...”
“Oh, for. Alan, I'm not asking to romance you. I don't ...romance... squires. Not even Alex. And you're terribly skinny, even now. But... I can be a good friend, Alan, to those who are willing to ...kneel for me.”
Alanna blinked. She had her suspicions on the one hand and, on the other, there was George's voice in her ears, explaining that you learned more from a handsome woman (or, he'd said, raising an eyebrow, man) if you were willing to give a little. She bit her lip in indecision before dropping to her knees and tugging at his belt.
Rating: R
Word Count: 400
Pairing: Roger/Alanna
Round/Fight: 1/G
Summary: Roger dogged her footsteps, those last months between her eighteenth birthday and her Ordeal.
Alanna stared at the Duke, eyes wide and blank. “Walk with me, Squire,” he commanded.
“My cousin tells me you plan to leave the palace when you get your sheild. That you want to … do great deeds. What, did that taste of heroism you had as a page stick?”
She contrived to look confused. “I don't know what you mean, your Grace.”
“Luck like that only occurs once in a lifetime. If you must be a hero, there's always the Tusaine and Scanran borders, the bandit patrols in the hill country or you could just go hunting Bazhir. Always a time honoured occupation, especially for younger sons like yourself. Unless...” Roger looked at her carefully. “You want glory, don't you?”
Alanna blinked and tried not to pull a face. She had no interest in hunting Bazhir. “I just want to do good deeds, your Grace.”
“Then you ride the border and hunt bandits. You want something else. You'll be dead inside three months, even with your manservant at your side.” Roger tugged his beard. He was handsome even now, berating her.
“I'm not sure... I'm good!”
“You've had a lifetime's luck already, Squire. Do you want to tempt the gods? I'm told little good comes of that.”
“The gods?” Alanna giggled nervously as Roger ran a hand down the side of her face, thumb stroking her lips.
“I guess I'll just have to ignore my belief that squires aren't yet finished. I know my cousin has and long since. For all his failings, he has good taste.” He leaned in and kissed her lightly, stroking her thigh, fingers skirting just to the edge of her packing.
“Your Grace, this isn't – what if people see? Sir...”
“Oh, for. Alan, I'm not asking to romance you. I don't ...romance... squires. Not even Alex. And you're terribly skinny, even now. But... I can be a good friend, Alan, to those who are willing to ...kneel for me.”
Alanna blinked. She had her suspicions on the one hand and, on the other, there was George's voice in her ears, explaining that you learned more from a handsome woman (or, he'd said, raising an eyebrow, man) if you were willing to give a little. She bit her lip in indecision before dropping to her knees and tugging at his belt.