He loved this feeling. He was always smiling, always happy. No troubles
bothered him. He felt like he was constantly floating on air.
"Your Majesty." Daine curtsied. "I need help in locating one of Numair's books. It's on the, ah, upper shelf, you see."
Jon concealed a smile. She had come prepared. "Of course." He excused himself from the group, and walked off with Daine to Numair's library.
Once inside, the door had barely been shut before his lips were on hers. He loved the way she kissed. Thayet had been too shy, too eager, Alanna too controlling, and the others not worth remembering.
"We should stop this now," she murmured into his mouth. "Before it goes any further." He shook his head.
"It's only just begun. Why can't we just see where life takes us?" he whispered, breaking the kiss.
"I don't want to hurt Thayet."
"But what if we're meant to be? You'd hurt me, and yourself that way." He had been through this piece when the more conscientious court ladies had found out about his relationship with Alanna.
"What if we're not? I'd hurt Thayet, Roald, Kally, Liam, Lianne, Jasson, Alanna, George-" He placed a finger on her mouth.
"They don't matter," he assured her, "only you matter."
She cocked her head, peering up at him. "Are you trying your hand at flattery, my lord?" He kissed her again, and she giggled, forgetting the troubles of the world for a minute.
*
He brushed her bare arm, and she turned towards him, a difficult movement since his arms were around her.
"What are you thinking of?"
Her face had lit up slightly. He tried to believe it was because of him, but knew she was thinking of Numair. He kissed her neck, and she laughed. Now she was thinking of him.
"We should get dressed."
"Not yet." He could have stayed there forever. How could she think of moving? A slight smile on her face, she kissed him, and then pushed him off the bed. He grunted slightly as he hit the floor.
"Poor King Jonathon will have to get up now," she mocked, brushing hair out of her face as she looked down at him. He tugged at her hands, and she, too, tumbled down.
"So will the poor WildMage." He tickled her, and she chuckled.
Moving really close to him, she blew in his face gently. "C'mon. They'll suspect elsewise."
Reluctantly, he stretched out. "We should run away," he drawled.
"Is that so? What would become of those we left behind?"
"They'd manage."
"When do we leave?" She was still joking, but pulling on her clothes at the same time, ruining the atmosphere. It seemed somehow all too practical. Until he noticed what she putting on.
"Uh, Daine?"
She turned to him expectantly. "Yes?"
"That's my shirt."
She looked down, blushed, and then grinned. "What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. That's what you said last night." A mischievous glint in her eyes, she walked to the door and left him with the wrong shirt.
Groaning, he pulled on the garments Daine had discarded. He'd say they were Thayet's, and he had just gotten dressed in a hurry. Then they'd grin and tease him. It would be all right. And then tonight, he'd see Daine again.
Contentedly, he left the library.
"Your Majesty." Daine curtsied. "I need help in locating one of Numair's books. It's on the, ah, upper shelf, you see."
Jon concealed a smile. She had come prepared. "Of course." He excused himself from the group, and walked off with Daine to Numair's library.
Once inside, the door had barely been shut before his lips were on hers. He loved the way she kissed. Thayet had been too shy, too eager, Alanna too controlling, and the others not worth remembering.
"We should stop this now," she murmured into his mouth. "Before it goes any further." He shook his head.
"It's only just begun. Why can't we just see where life takes us?" he whispered, breaking the kiss.
"I don't want to hurt Thayet."
"But what if we're meant to be? You'd hurt me, and yourself that way." He had been through this piece when the more conscientious court ladies had found out about his relationship with Alanna.
"What if we're not? I'd hurt Thayet, Roald, Kally, Liam, Lianne, Jasson, Alanna, George-" He placed a finger on her mouth.
"They don't matter," he assured her, "only you matter."
She cocked her head, peering up at him. "Are you trying your hand at flattery, my lord?" He kissed her again, and she giggled, forgetting the troubles of the world for a minute.
*
He brushed her bare arm, and she turned towards him, a difficult movement since his arms were around her.
"What are you thinking of?"
Her face had lit up slightly. He tried to believe it was because of him, but knew she was thinking of Numair. He kissed her neck, and she laughed. Now she was thinking of him.
"We should get dressed."
"Not yet." He could have stayed there forever. How could she think of moving? A slight smile on her face, she kissed him, and then pushed him off the bed. He grunted slightly as he hit the floor.
"Poor King Jonathon will have to get up now," she mocked, brushing hair out of her face as she looked down at him. He tugged at her hands, and she, too, tumbled down.
"So will the poor WildMage." He tickled her, and she chuckled.
Moving really close to him, she blew in his face gently. "C'mon. They'll suspect elsewise."
Reluctantly, he stretched out. "We should run away," he drawled.
"Is that so? What would become of those we left behind?"
"They'd manage."
"When do we leave?" She was still joking, but pulling on her clothes at the same time, ruining the atmosphere. It seemed somehow all too practical. Until he noticed what she putting on.
"Uh, Daine?"
She turned to him expectantly. "Yes?"
"That's my shirt."
She looked down, blushed, and then grinned. "What's mine is yours, and what's yours is mine. That's what you said last night." A mischievous glint in her eyes, she walked to the door and left him with the wrong shirt.
Groaning, he pulled on the garments Daine had discarded. He'd say they were Thayet's, and he had just gotten dressed in a hurry. Then they'd grin and tease him. It would be all right. And then tonight, he'd see Daine again.
Contentedly, he left the library.