Summary: This is pretty much a fic about the morning after Alanna's
seventeenth birthday from both Alanna and Jon's POV. One Chappie for each
person.
Disclaimer: I own the books on my bookshelf, but I do not own the ideas in them. So, I don't own these characters.
'Thoughts' "Words"
Alanna
The first thing she noticed when she woke up was that she was not wearing anything at all beneath the covers. The second thing was that there was someone's arm draped across her stomach. She jolted awake and, with a start, realized that she was not in her room. 'What happened?' she wondered, her sleeping mind still loath to grasp the events of the night before. 'It was her seventeenth birthday- oh.' She sat up and looked next to her. After remembering the -interesting- events of last night, she was not at all surprised to see her knight-master, Prince Jonathan, sleeping next to her. 'This is a nice birthday present', she thought wryly. Then, worried 'what will he think when he wakes up to see his squire sleeping next to him?'
Deciding to solve that problem before it became an issue, she slipped out of bed, gathered her clothing scattered on the floor, and slipped through the connecting door into her own room. Figuring that Jon would probably be sleeping a while longer, she slipped into the old shirt she usually slept in and crawled into bed.
"Alan?" Jonathan's voice calling hesitantly through the connecting door woke her for the second time that morning. "Alan, are you decent?" She really didn't want to face him; not after last night. But, although tempted to continue feigning sleep, she decided to be honest.
"Just let me pull on some breeches Jon," she called back. "I'll let you in; give me just a minute." She pulled breeches and a loincloth on underneath the shirt, tucked it in, and opened the door. Jon looked slightly nervous, standing in the doorway. "Everything okay Jon?" she asked, suddenly worried.
"Yes," he said vaguely, not really listening. His blue eyes were fixed on her face.
"Do you need to talk to me?" she asked, beginning to feel nervous as well. She realized she didn't really want to know the answer to that question.
"Yes," he said, eyes still fixed on hers. "Listen, Alanna, I-" She jumped at a knock on the door.
"Alan," Gary's voice called through. "Are you awake?"
"Sure Gary," she called back, thankful for the interruption. Jon walked back into his room. "What do you want?"
"I need you to teach me that disarm you used on me the other day," he admitted ruefully. "Even Raoul can use it on me without a thought, and you're so good-" He let his voice trail off hopefully.
"I'll be out in a minute, Gary," she called, shutting the connecting door. "Just let me get dressed." Quickly she slipped out of the old shirt and into her corset, another shirt and a tunic. Grabbing Lightning, she opened the door. Her overlarge friend waited for her outside. Grinning, she smacked him lightly with the flat of the blade. "Prepare for pain," she said in a solemn tone. The effect was somewhat spoiled by her grin. Walking off to the practice yards, she felt slightly guilty for abandoning Jon like that. 'But,' she reasoned. 'It's not like I'd do anything but stare and answer in monosyllables. I CANNOT face him after- she didn't follow up on that thought, due to the face that Gary was already inquiring as to the origin of the faint blush spreading across her cheeks. 'I'll have to face him eventually, but not now.'
A/N So what do you think?
Disclaimer: I own the books on my bookshelf, but I do not own the ideas in them. So, I don't own these characters.
'Thoughts' "Words"
Alanna
The first thing she noticed when she woke up was that she was not wearing anything at all beneath the covers. The second thing was that there was someone's arm draped across her stomach. She jolted awake and, with a start, realized that she was not in her room. 'What happened?' she wondered, her sleeping mind still loath to grasp the events of the night before. 'It was her seventeenth birthday- oh.' She sat up and looked next to her. After remembering the -interesting- events of last night, she was not at all surprised to see her knight-master, Prince Jonathan, sleeping next to her. 'This is a nice birthday present', she thought wryly. Then, worried 'what will he think when he wakes up to see his squire sleeping next to him?'
Deciding to solve that problem before it became an issue, she slipped out of bed, gathered her clothing scattered on the floor, and slipped through the connecting door into her own room. Figuring that Jon would probably be sleeping a while longer, she slipped into the old shirt she usually slept in and crawled into bed.
"Alan?" Jonathan's voice calling hesitantly through the connecting door woke her for the second time that morning. "Alan, are you decent?" She really didn't want to face him; not after last night. But, although tempted to continue feigning sleep, she decided to be honest.
"Just let me pull on some breeches Jon," she called back. "I'll let you in; give me just a minute." She pulled breeches and a loincloth on underneath the shirt, tucked it in, and opened the door. Jon looked slightly nervous, standing in the doorway. "Everything okay Jon?" she asked, suddenly worried.
"Yes," he said vaguely, not really listening. His blue eyes were fixed on her face.
"Do you need to talk to me?" she asked, beginning to feel nervous as well. She realized she didn't really want to know the answer to that question.
"Yes," he said, eyes still fixed on hers. "Listen, Alanna, I-" She jumped at a knock on the door.
"Alan," Gary's voice called through. "Are you awake?"
"Sure Gary," she called back, thankful for the interruption. Jon walked back into his room. "What do you want?"
"I need you to teach me that disarm you used on me the other day," he admitted ruefully. "Even Raoul can use it on me without a thought, and you're so good-" He let his voice trail off hopefully.
"I'll be out in a minute, Gary," she called, shutting the connecting door. "Just let me get dressed." Quickly she slipped out of the old shirt and into her corset, another shirt and a tunic. Grabbing Lightning, she opened the door. Her overlarge friend waited for her outside. Grinning, she smacked him lightly with the flat of the blade. "Prepare for pain," she said in a solemn tone. The effect was somewhat spoiled by her grin. Walking off to the practice yards, she felt slightly guilty for abandoning Jon like that. 'But,' she reasoned. 'It's not like I'd do anything but stare and answer in monosyllables. I CANNOT face him after- she didn't follow up on that thought, due to the face that Gary was already inquiring as to the origin of the faint blush spreading across her cheeks. 'I'll have to face him eventually, but not now.'
A/N So what do you think?