*I don't own jane and the dragon or is characters

This was written, because nostalgia, and happiness have wrapped me in sweet, fluffy feelings. It could not be helped, and I had to share the idea of brought. Hope you enjoy!


To catch a sleeping maiden, especially the one he cared for most in the world was not to be expected. Perhaps she had been up late, studying for the latest test on the history of weaponry on battle, or could not sleep because of the turbulent storm which passed the night before. No matter, he would approach her quietly, and remind her that the garden was not the proper place to sleep. He would remind her, he would protect her from the taunts of her fellow Knight. Jester would not forget himself, nor compromise his morals.

Even if he reverently knelt down, moving away a few stray locks from her eyes, to glance at the freckles that kissed her skin, he would respect her. Friendship was the barrier that locked him in longing and pang, to starve, even if he swore to protect her. He would not touch those pink chapped lips, slightly parted in the way sleep allowed. Even if his heart burned, or his eyes softened in the way she mistook for friendliness, he would keep his feelings a public secret. Callused fingers across her sun touched skin would not hurt her, but it would serve as a declaration for the things he could not yet say.

However, if she woke as she had just then, and gasped in surprise, he would move back a little, but then return with a good natured smile and she would laugh at her own reaction. And that if the giggle, the one unyielded, with its unlady like peculiarity escaped her throat, he would say his piece and leave. If he stayed he would be tempted, for tender feelings are a flood, and drown good sense. He might have been a reasoning, logical man, if all else a silly, foolish one, but he was still imperfect, and he was still an imperfect man. If he only knew, he would have known that his thoughts were not so unwanted and unusual.

Oh, if only he might have stayed long enough to notice the look on her face and smile portrayed that of young maiden, in control, but nonetheless in tenderhearted sentiments. She would not force him, nor demand, but she hoped she might not forget herself the next time she woke from sleep, or else he would pay. Jane would not steal what was not hers, and she would pay the price in time when it came. At the moment when payment and exchange were given, she hoped it would be soft and tender, tasting of sweet baked apples, ending with promises of forever. Jane knew, forever was a long time, so choosing wisely was important, but not impossible.

They knew, the other was not that hard to figure out, but fear could wreck havoc, and tear apart foundations as old as time. For the time being, it was wistful, with moments of interruption from the world around them. After all, they lived, not for each other, not yet publicly, but lived as circumstances would have it. It would not be long, one or the other would make it known. Till then, they nurtured loyal, tender feelings, that would burst and bloom when their season came.