Heya!Argh! I'm into a one-shot obbsession! There will be alot of these now, so don't expect Dare Week or Paxmead Secret to update often :P
Disclaimer: The only thing I own is the miserable old hag, the sexy young woman (NO, that is NOT Alanna! Wait! -Corrects self- Alan.), and this miserable plot. The rest is the great Tamora Pierce's!
Shapeshifting Prank
"Raoul, you are looking energetic tonight…" She whispered softly. She leaned forwards, eyes fluttering closed. Raoul didn't know this woman, but accepted the invitation enthusiastically. The woman returned the kiss, but with more fervour. Noting her passion, the large man deepened the kiss and slid her into his lap. She withdrew her hands from his neck, splayed her skirts, and settled each leg either side of his. Her hands did not return to his neck or his hair, but to his tunic, which she began feeling under. He pulled her further towards him, and began to unfasten the sopping cloak.
When it was finally free of the woman's neck, he began to try and unlace the bodice of her dress. But before he had a proper hold on the silk laces, the most interesting thing happened.
The woman… changed. Changed wasn't the right word, but it was the closest Raoul could come to. One minute she was a gorgeous lady, the next…
A toothless hag. Her hair was black, but mainly white. Her face was smothered in wrinkles and her nose was crooked. An extremely confused Raoul leaned back, making the chair fall back, the old hag still straddling him, this time not wearing much. "Not so kissable now, eh?" He began to stutter something, but the old woman quickly pressed her cracked lips against his forcefully, her rough tongue exploring his mouth. He tried to resist, to no avail. The old hag sensed his eyes were still wide open, so she opened her eyes, not letting the kiss falter. Although Raoul would never admit it, she was still a very good kisser.
If his eyes could've got any wider, they just did. The old woman's eyes had turned from stone grey to… Violet. He tugged his mouth away from her and whispered, "Alan!" He grinned, and returned to his former self, eyes dancing.
A knock came from the door, and the both swore. "Raoul! Come on, open up! It's Jon!" The Prince hissed. He waited impaitently. "That's it, I'm coming in, lock or no..."
"Quick - into you're first shape!" Raoul whispered fiercly, watching the door warily, expecting it to burst open at any moment. Alan looked confused, but changed all the same. She was lucky - sometimes it could take her a full ten minutes to change her appearance completely. Suddenly, the door burst open.
Prince Jonathon of Conte was a quick man. He could quickly take in a scene, and this time his skills did not fail him. His face turned bright read, and he quickly strode out of the room, muttering aboutdeaf friends...
Alan changed back, flustered. "I have to go." He stammered, and ran after Jon, leaving Raoul very confused.