Disclaimer: I'm not Tamora Pierce (wish I was) and I do not own her books (wish I did).

A/N: First fanfic! Hope this goes well! Don't be afraid to request a scene or leave comments. Actually, the latter would be much appreciated. Please try to remember constructive criticism, if you don't mind. Thanks for reading!

Alanna stared down at George, running slender but strong fingers through his honey-blonde locks. "You know I love you, right?" her voice- a voice that had encouraged armies to fight terrifying battles- was soft.
"If I hadn't known all along ye did, lass, the fact that ye married me only yesterday would have been a clear sign. Now what's brought this on?" His eyes were kind and filled with the adoring love only he could be capable of feeling for her.
Sighing, she settled down to rest her chin on his broad chest, her glowing purple eyes gazing into his green-hazel ones. "Jon requested I go to the boarder in a fortnight. Something about Scanran raiders."
"Lass, we've just been wed for a night!" His voice held agitation, something rare due to his calm, unruffled nature.
Her look was troubled as she bit her lip and twined her fingers in the bed sheets around them. "I know, George."
"Then tell him no. Tell him he can send someone else or let a village be raided for a month." His accent was thick and he rolled to look down at her. "Tell him to let you be mine for just one month."
"But what if a village is raided? How can I stand to be responsible for the deaths of all of those innocent people?"
George sighed, tracing her face with his long fingers. "That's what I love about ye; ye can't stand to let someone be hurt when ye might've been able to do somethin'. Alright," he sounded resigned. "Tell Jon that you'll go. But after that," be cut in sternly, his eyes determined, "yer mine. Even if another band o' miscreants come and loot the palace itself. I mean it. I'll not have me weddin' night disturbed and unaccounted for." With a whoop, Alanna threw her arms around his neck and kissed him soundly.
The rest of the night was spent making up for the time they'd miss together.

George rested his hands on the railing and leaned into the biting wind that rushed in from sea. It suited his mood, dark as it was. Dammit, he wanted his wife back. Couldn't the world leave be and let them have more'n a night of man and wife? His thoughts dove towards her again. It'd been more than a week after she'd said she'd been gone. What if something had happened? Surely no raider could defeat his Lioness. She'd faced a warmage Duke, a god older than time, saved the king more times than could be counted. Surely no raider could do her in? He pulled his hands through hair that hadn't seen a pillow in days. The bags under his eyes told of times where he'd fallen asleep in his chair, only to awake suddenly when nightmares of her death in countless ways became too much for his subconscious mind to take. "Darlin', come home already. I need you at me side, causin' trouble again." he shut his eyes and pictured her face for the thousandth time. The hair that shone like fire in the bright sunlight, eyes that glowed like amethysts in candlelight, skin that was golden velvet and hid muscles of iron underneath. He heard her laugh, saw her smile and pictured her striding towards him. A feeling came, growing in the back of his mind until he couldn't ignore it anymore. Racing for the front of the castle of Pirates Swoop, he came to the front wall in time to see a traveler in gold armor coming towards the gates. Seeing him in the distance, the rider waved at him. Grinning, he practically flew down the stairs and landed from jumping an entire flight to run towards the warrior. Pulling off the gold helmet, copper fire was revealed and Alanna was plucked off her horse to be kissed with a fire that made the guardsmen all over battlements and walls cheer and whistle. Neither heard as metal was crushed against cloth and lips met with a fury and joy that made them blind and deaf.
Yelling for the hostler to care for horse, George grinned at Alanna wickedly. Before she could protest he'd hooked an arm around her back and behind her knees and scooped her up and into his arms. "George, put me down! I'll break your back!" she half-laughed, half-yelled, but her traitorous arms had already wrapped around his neck.
"M'lady, have ye so little faith? I'd sooner drop a babe." He laughed and carried her straight to his lair, where-if he had his wicked way- she'd stay for quite some time. Kicking the door open, he finally set her down, closing it by backing her up and pinning her between it and his body. His mouth crushed down on hers desperately, telling her far more than words could about his state of mind during he last few weeks.
Framing his face with her hands, she stroked his cheeks and drew back. Puzzlement settled on his face before she started undying the clasps that held her armor together. Desire flared into his eyes and he knelt to start from the bottom. In minutes they had all of the offending metal off and they crashed together again, hurriedly ripping clothing and throwing material right and left as they stumbled towards a bed that seemed miles away. Finally her knees pressed against the edge and she sprawled onto it with George tumbling with her. Rolling over him, she rose up to just stare at him, smoothing her fingers over his lips and brow and cheekbones. "I love you, George Cooper."
Smiling like the sun had finally risen, he twined his legs with hers and rolled again, pinning her arms above her head and thrusting his tongue inside her mouth to tangle with hers. He pulled his lips back far enough to whisper, "I love you, too, my Lioness. So much," his voice was hoarse and his eyes stung as he gazed down at her. She inhaled swiftly; she knew he was baring himself to her, opening up to her as he did with no one else. She could see all the aching tenderness, fierce protectiveness, overwhelming love and the fear that one day she wouldn't come back. Her own violet eyes blurred and she held him close, kissing him-soothing him-as she let rare tears leak from her eyes. Her hands traced his back and her lips rubber softly, easing his tense muscles and tight hands. "I'm won't leave you, George. Ever. The Dark God will have to pry my hands off you, because I won't leave." Her eyes were fierce and determined as they stole into his.
He grinned, running his lips from her earlobes to her closed lids, down her tear-stained cheeks to her lips, brushing back and forth tenderly. His large hands cupped her breasts, his thumbs rubbing the sensitive tips and causing her to sigh contentedly. Grinning, he lowered his head to take one into his mouth, suckling tightly. Her eyes flew open and her hands clutched his back as she made a sound in her throat that made his body harden in response.
His hands traveled lower, catching her knees and bending them so his hand could cup her heat. Another groan tore through her and the cradle of her hips moved restlessly against his, arousing him further. His thumb came to play around the sensitive nub hidden in her folds and she gasped and arched against his palm in time to his loving circles. He tugged her nipple with his teeth at the same time he flicked his thumb over her clit, and she shuddered in his arms, crying out and raking her nails down his back. Growling, he traveled down still, lifting her hips and plunging his tongue inside of her, making her scream and clutch his hair in her fingers, bucking under his mouth. "George!" her rasping shout echoed off the bedroom's stone walls. His tongue flicked in and out and around, sending eclectic zings through her body and quickening her breath. The air in he room clogged in her throat and heated unbearably, until for a third time she cried out. His face glowed as he raised his head to look down at her flushed body. Creeping up her small frame, he framed her face and kissed her hungrily, groaning deep in his throat as she plunged her tongue into his mouth at the exact moment her fingers closed around him, stroking masterfully. Her other hand came to brush against the top of his head, causing him to throw his head back and rock against her fingers. "Goddess, Alanna!" he cursed, feeling his shaft harden until he thought he'd burst through his skin. The agony/pleasure tensed every muscle in his body in anticipation, his pleasure heightening to unbelievable levels and- she stopped. He swore loudly as she chuckled and set his body into overdrive; he had to be inside her that instant. Gripping her hips, he thrust inside her and both of them shouted, nearly coming at just that. Within seconds she clutched his hair and pulled his mouth to hers as her body spasmed around his. His hoarse shout followed quickly, rocking them both. George buried his head in the crook of her neck as her body continued to quake. He stroked her hair, she his back, until they fell into a deep, contented slumber, bodies intertwined.