Spinning

"At least we can be scared together."

Jonathan took Alanna's hand and tugged her inside, leaving the door open behind her. He pressed his mouth against hers, pulling her tighter. She ignored the honed instinct to pull away and let herself relax into his arms, kissing him back. Her stomach turned in knots, her head filled with naught but air. He felt his own stomach tighten and pleasant warmth spread through his body. Where their bodies touched, he felt the slightest tingles. He entwined his fingers in her red hair, deepening the kiss, and she responded wholeheartedly.

Alanna of Trebond never did anything halfway.

Slowly, barely breathing, Jonathan began to remove the bodice of her dress. His fingers shook. He silently ordered them to stop. He'd been here before; he'd done this before.

But not with her.

Their lips hovered millimeters apart, and Alanna felt the room begin to spin slowly. She felt somewhere between awake and asleep, like in those first moments of the morning when life mingled with dreams. "Jonathan," she murmured, almost inaudibly, and not for any particular purpose. Her words gave him strength, and her dress finally slid to the floor. With only her undergarments left, he enveloped her small body in his arms and kissed her again. Her arms roamed the muscular expanse of his back, still covered. He made quick work of that, breaking their lips for only a moment.

The room began to spin faster.

He looked down at her with bright blue eyes. "Are you sure?" he asked quietly, fingering the end of her hair.

She nodded solemnly. "I'm sure."

He walked backwards toward the bed, holding her hands gently in his own. They stood at the edge of the mattress. She knew this was her last chance. Her last opportunity to say no. But she didn't want to. She wanted his love, and, in that moment, she craved it. Taking the first step, she sat down and looked up at him, almost expectantly. Jonathan leaned over and kissed her, pressing her back toward the bed. Together, they removed his shirt. She marveled at seeing his naked torso. She had seen it before, but never like this. Every crevice in the muscle fascinated her more than the last. She traced the lines formed by years of knight training. An amused look crossed his face, but he said nothing. He bent his head to her neck and began to kiss her collarbone.

The room spun faster.

She gasped as her dress melted away and only his hose remained between them. She felt his hipbones pressing into her and another knot formed. "Alanna," he half-moaned into her neck. Slowly – too slowly – she began to remove his hose.

As they joined together, the room spun faster, and Alanna felt every muscle in her body tense and then release. The room slowed, leaving them both breathless and smiling. They didn't need words. Jonathan rolled away and laced his fingers with hers.

The room, and her world, stopped for just a moment. And, for that moment, everything melted away.


My first fluffy AJ piece since returning. I have to get back to this part, but I felt the need to write this for now. I hope you enjoyed it. As I wrote, I listened to "We'll Be a Dream" by We the Kings and Demi Lovato. You don't have to listen while you read, but I'd suggest it. Not so much for the words, but for the feeling of the song.