Stranger to Love
Summary: Okay, this may be slightly disturbing. A short Alanna/Delia one shot, slash. A missing scene from ITHOTG, and don't look at me like that, it's inevitable.
Dedicated to a certain anonymouse named 'did you even read the books?'
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"Squire Alan," a feminine voice called.
Alanna froze, and suppressed a sigh of exasperation. Turning to face the dreaded, haunting voice, she replied. "Yes, Lady Delia?" She bowed, every inch the perfect squire.
"I was wondering if you would do a tiny favour for me," her voice dripped with sweetness. Alanna suppressed a grimace. "You see, my maid has been working on a gown for Lady Cythera. I was wondering if you'd care to help carry it to her rooms for me? Its stand is really quite heavy."
"I would be delighted to, my lady," the smaller redhead responded carefully, searching Delia's face for hidden motives. She just likes to play with you, a part of her mind told her.
Alanna followed Delia back to her rooms, lost in her own thoughts as the girl tried to start a conversation. She was surprised when she found that she was being led down a completely different route, into the smaller and quieter gardens of the palace.
"Lady Delia?" She asked quietly. "Are you sure we're going the right way?"
"Oh," Delia turned to her, "This is exactly the way I wanted to go."
With that, Delia pressed her gently against a wall. Alanna suddenly found it harder to breathe. Delia was wearing a low-cut off-shoulder green gown today, simple yet spectacular. Her brown locks brushed her shoulders gently, bouncing light off it even in the shadows. Her sparkling emerald-green eyes were keen and slightly amused.
"Alan, Alan..." she purred.
Alanna resisted the urge to push her away. "Lady Delia, I..." she stammered.
"What's wrong?" Delia asked, in the same whispery voice. "I'm tired of playing games. Do you find me repulsive? Is that why you never wanted me?" All this while, her fingers were finding their way to the top button of Alanna's shirt.
Alanna gulped. Not only was this uncomfortable for her, to say the least, she also knew for a fact that Delia had been with Jonathan last night...and a good part of this morning.
Oh, Goddess. This was going way too far. "My lord prince—" Alanna started.
"--Doesn't have to know." Delia purred.
Alanna tried to back away. Being trapped with Delia somewhere like that was exactly what she didn't want. Unfortunately, being backed up against a wall, she wasn't successful in backing away. In fact, she could do nothing as Delia leant down and pressed her lips to Alanna's.
Oh, Goddess.
Alanna didn't know why she did what she did next. She didn't want to. It was horrible, confusing, instinctive, repulsive, and beautiful all at the same time, yet she kissed Delia back.
Her lips weren't tender and electric like Jon's, nor were they warm and loving like George's. Delia's lips were polished and soft. Her kiss spoke of light, of plots, of plans, and of love.
Alanna wrenched herself away and stared up at Delia with something close to horror. Her mouth refused to move, even as her mind told her to do something, anything, but her body was cut off from the command. Finally, with another scared look, she bolted away.
Delia looked at the disappearing squire with a frown. What was the matter with the boy? Any other would have jumped at a chance to be with her. She shrugged. At least he had kissed her back. It just proved that Alan of Trebond is no stranger to love, after all.
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