My Dream Come True

George's Point of View (Jonathan and George around their 20's)

I don't own the Lioness Quartet or any other stories that Pierce wrote

As he held me in his arms, I held a sigh it was nice to be held by those arms, muscular and warm and tanned. His pitch black hair and deep saphire blue eyes were full of love when they looked at me, and his voice was velvet soft and yet when he spoke, it was very sexy because of his deep tone. Even if I was going to fawn over him, I could do that in my own room and with out anyone around us to ruin our moments when we have them.

Tipping my head back with his index and thumb, his blue eyes stared into my hazel green eyes with such passion, I nearly gave into him. Then his lips carresed mine in a slow and loving kiss that melted me on the spot. Wrapping my arms around him, he wrapped his own arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. Slyly, his tongue ran over my bottom lip, I shuddered and opened my mouth with pleasure, not able to hold in a moan that escaped my lips when he started to pull away.

Pulling me over to my bed, he rested me down and kissed me thoroughly enough to make me compliant to his wishes. Slowly as ever, he kissed my chin, then down both sides of my jaw-which made me squirm-and down my neck. Sucking and nipping at my neck, I knew he left hickies there. Reluctantly he let go of my neck and with a quick movement, my shirt was off. I blushed, as I had many times before, as he stared at my lean torso and my muscles were smaller than his, but we almost matched. (The only problem was that he was about couple inches taller than me.)

As he leaned down again, he kissed me on the lips before traveling his butterfly kisses down my throat, my Adam's apple, and my collarbone. As he slid his kisses down my body, he brought one of my nipples into his mouth and sucked at it. His thumb touched my other, untouched by his mouth for now, nipple and my back arched. I was biting onto my lip so I wouldn't moan aloud. He seemed not to like that so he rocked our hips together. I felt my back go up and my head being pressed into the bed more from how high my back arching went. He seemed more satisfied to my reaction, and continued to do so.

Stopping, he seemed wanting to tease me for some fathomable reason, how should I know? He pulled off his own shirt and I couldn't help myself as I sat up and started to suck a nipple of his. Then he grabbed my pants roughly and pulled them off. Then he pulled his own pants off to show how much he inheirted from his father; Gods rest his soul. I gulped as he layed me back down. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and almost pulled away from the unexpected fingers intruding in my back entrance. With his other hand, he gripped at my hips to steady me, and to make sure that I didn't move to much around as he readied me.

His fingers started to move back and forth out of me, and my back arched more. Then he slipped in one finger making it three. I gripped the sheets with pain for a few moments before I got used of them. He started to scissor with his fingers, and I brought my hands up to his shoulders with a moan. "Please…" I whispered, and he looked down to me with a smirk. "Please what?" he asked and leaned down.

"Please…."

"I'm sorry; I didn't hear what you said." He said to me and I nearly growled at him for teasing me. Tonight was going to be my way, or he could just go back to his own room without being loved, which was far enough away; since he was the Prince of Tortall.

"I don't care if you heard me or not…" I panted "Just get it done with alright?"He looked at me oddly, before grinning. "All right." He removed his fingers and inched his way forward till the head to his cock was a lined with my rear entrance.

Then I woke up with a start, my face and body was soaked in sweat, and there was a very large problem in my male organ below. I groaned. Slipping the covers off of my bed and myself, I went to bed naked and alone, and woke up naked and alone and with a problem that caused me to touch myself in a much pleasing but naughty manner. And what was this dream I kept on having? Surely it is just a jest the Gods are playing with me. Of course! Why would I want to like Jonathan of Conte who had jet black hair and those dark blue eyes that I wanted to just look into forever?

I knew why, it's just that I barely acknowledged my queerness of liking both boys and girls. Who knew it would haunt me in my dreams? Touching my chest as my heart beat wildly. The King of Thieves should not feel this way about men, in the open anyway. Must I regret my emotions to the Prince of Tortall who is Jonathan? Why must I hide them from other people whom trust me with their lives but I can't tell them my feelings?

I, George Cooper, the King of Thieves, has a simple and yet complicated confession that needs to get out of me, one way or another. I need to talk with some one, but whom? I wondered as I got up and got dressed, making sure that I had all my weapons on me, I hid them on the inside of my forearms, back of my neck, inside my boots, right iside my leather belt that also held many more weapons. Then suddenly it hit me, Gary, or Gareth of Naxen, would be a perfect person to tell. Only because the young man has the air around him that you can trust him. I sighed, wondering if he and Alanna were going to come down some time today or this weekend.

Touching my chest once more, I sighed frustratedly; my day has only begun so far.


That night, the Dancing Dove's door opened and came in Gary, Jonny (Jonathan), and Alanna. They all were happy to be here, for some reason. I gulped down some ale and internally groaned as I watched them. Light Fingers was talking with them, as usual, after he took a swig of his rum and started to yell out different singing songs that many followed.

Alanna and her two friends walked up to my table, and I told them to sit, and told another servant to bring barly out for the youths. I looked at all of them with a playfull smile, "Hello, hows your evening going so far?" I asked. Alanna- had firy red hair, white skin, and these stunning purple eyes; and did I forget to mention that she is short? Yes, Alanna is terribly short, and her weakness is wrestling and who is the squire of Prince Jonathan- spoke first. Telling me of his day, and what happened. I smiled as I usually did, and commented when I usually did. Next to tell me about his day was Jonathan, I listened well enough. Gary was last to tell me of his day, but before he began; he said that he'll shorten it down to about a page or so.

We laughed and while we listened, I found my eyes glued to Jonathan for his reactions. As I watched his smile widen, and his eyes light up with laughter of how Gary's boring day was. I turned away before anyone could notice my constant staring, I watched them all and stood. "Gary, I was…wondering if I could speak with you for a moment." I asked, and they all sent me quizzical looks, but Alanna shrugged it off, so did Johnny. Gary raised a dark brown eyebrow and he waited to follow me to my room.

As I led him up stairs, my heart started to beat even faster than normal, I couldn't help it. When we reached my room, there was a very, very light pink on my cheeks that Gary noticed, but didn't say anything to my credit. I sighed and opened the door, letting him in first. As I locked the door behind us, and made sure that no one was eavesdropping, I sat down with a satisfied grunt.

"Whatever you are going to tell me must be important, because you would talk with everyone in the open about anything, Alan and Jon also must be wondering." He commented, and I sat down on my bed, and he sat down on one of my chairs. I blushed, which was barely noticeable, but it was there.

I held up my hands, "Please don't judge me for this, Gary, but I didn't know who else to tell." I said and put my head in my hands. "I for one know that I like women, but, as of late, I've begin liking some other person that I didn't think I would like." Gary nodded his head for me to continue. "I haven't thought about…that person…like that until just recently, all because of my stupid hormones."

Listening, Gary sighed, then leaned back in the chair he was sitting in and sighed again, then asked; "Are you going to tell me who you like, or am I going to have to guess?" He asked and watched me.

"I could tell you, but please, don't tell anyone!" I said desperately.

"Whoa! Don't worry, I won't tell anyone! I swear by the gods." He said and watched me with a calculative look.

"Fine." I grumbled, "I like….Jonathan." I looked away before Gary could see the embarrassment in my eyes, since I was careful with my facial expressions.

It was silent for a long time before I looked back over to Gary, who was red, and his eyes were wide. "Gary?" I asked, hesitantly. "Are you breathing?"

Then Gary's head bowed and his shoulders started to shake, his chest heaved, then he put his head into the palms of his hands, he was making weird noises too; which was starting to scare me a little bit. Then he threw his head back and laughed loud and long. He doubled over onto the floor, pounding his fist on my floor.

I turned away from him in anger and embarrassed and a blush was working up its way onto my cheeks and I growled. "Enough laughing Gareth of Naxen." He looked up to me and smiled, "No need to worry about me George Cooper, I'm just laughing because I didn't see it before. Now it all pieces together." He said standing and wiping his eyes from the tears of laughter. I glared at him, and sighed, "Please don't say anything, or give anything away until I get this to Jonathan sometime in the future." I mumbled and smiled gratefully at him.

"Thank you a lot, Gary, you really helped me a lot."

He shrugged off my thanks with a shrug and a wave of the hand. "Come, we must go back down, just in case their wondering what happened to us." He said to me. I nodded and stood, putting on my face to where it was not too excited, but not too hard faced. I smiled at him once more before we opened the door, and walked down stairs.

Jonathan and Alanna looked up at us when we came back, with Alanna arching a brow, and Jon's eyes held curiosity.

Gary shook his head at both of them and smiled, "Lets continue with our talking before we have to leave."

Agreeing, we all settled down and started to talk once more before I told Gary that I liked Jon. During that night, I kept on accidently catching Jon's eyes and I'd look away to somewhere else to make sure that he wasn't look at me anymore. I laughed with the rest of them when a joke was told, a funny story went, or I was too drunk to notice, but I didn't tell them that. I was touching my brandy all night since they have been there.

I smiled to them as they got up to leave. I stood and walked them to the door, and Gary looked at me expectantly and I shook my head toward him and his smile faltered before regaining its happiness. 'Soon.' I mouthed to him, and he nodded. Alanna looked over to me and Gary and shrugged her petite shoulders. Smiling toward her, I waved and clapped her on the shoulder with a firm goodnight.

Smiling at Jon, we clasped one another by the forearm and nodded, saying good night once more. Gary smiled and clapped me on the shoulder with a wink I moved my eyes away and looked at his horse; he laughed, knowing my excuse for looking at his horse and I glared at him. I blushed softly and petted his horse. I smirked up at him and smacked his horse on the rear, and it galloped off with him trying to grab the reins.

I laughed while holding my gut, and then I heard some laughter come from Jon and Alanna, I turned to look at them wiping my eyes from the sudden tears. "Well, I wonder what's going on between you two." Alanna mumbled and Jon gave me a questioning look.

"It's nothing, I promise you that much." I said and smiled at them, "Just an inside joke between us." Then I added, "That doesn't need to be discussed in the open." I said and smiled trustingly at them and they smiled back at me.

Jon started to trot forward, "Well, we have to go, good night George." He said, and the sunset caught his hair just right and the way he was positioned on his horse.

Something flashed through George's eyes, and to this day, he swore it was the gods continuously playing with his mind.

Jonathan reached for him, his hand spread out. His face was soft with a smile on his lips, his eyes held laughter. He whispered to me, "Come with me George." I reached out for him and caught his hand barely. I climbed up before him and his arms wrapped around my waist while he held the reigns. Smiling while I looked back to him, I leaned and kissed him gently on the lips.

"Come lets ride off, forget that I'm the King of Tortall." His voice was convincing, and I almost agreed.

"George." A name whispered my name and I blinked, the vision gone. "You must have drunken too much for you to space off like that." Alanna laughed.

"SHUT UP!!" I yelled, stomping inside with my fists clenched very tightly.

They laughed as they trotted off behind Gary, who finally caught the reigns of his horse. They called their last good nights, and I just waved to them while grumbling.

Hey, how did you guys think of my first chapter? I hope it did well, anyway, depending on how many reviews I get, I'll post up another chapter once I get the chance to.

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