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future. Everything else belongs to Tamora Pierce.
Here you go, chapter one! I hope I'm doing the characters at least some justice. Just incase the italics don't work, they're supposed to be around Faithful's quotes and the memory of George.
Chapter One: Your Love is an Ocean, and I'm Afraid of Water
Alanna of Trebond shivered deliciously as she looked into the hungry, smouldering eyes of her long time best friend, the King of Thieves, George Cooper. They were sitting in his chambers above the Dancing Dove before a roaring fire. She didn't know what they had been talking about that had brought them to this awkward moment but didn't care either.
George stared down into her face, his heart beating wildly, his hands resting on her thighs. Licking his lips, he brought his face down closer to hers, moving his arm and placing it around her waist. She leaned into his touch, feeling his warm breath upon her lips. Bringing gentle fingers up, he caressed her cheek, moving in closer still. Finally, their lips touched and Alanna noticed how soft his mouth was. He licked at her lower lip and she gasped. Taking advantage of this, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She moaned.
Alanna's eyes snapped open and she sat up in her tent, her sleeping mat soaked with sweat. Breathing heavily, she saw herself blush in the tiny mirror.
"Is it true?" She asked herself, "Do I love George Cooper?" Faithful, her black cat, jumped onto the foot of her bed.
Of course you do. He said, licking his paws, you always have. George loves you too, you know.
Alanna, startled, glared at the cat. "Shut up! It was just a dream, I do NOT desire George! He's my friend!"
Yes, just like you didn't love Jonathan. The cat replied sarcastically. Alanna's eyes filled with tears.
"Can you not talk about that?" She whispered angrily.
Come on, you'll have to face the fact sometime. Jonathan is your prince, not to mention the Voice of the Bloody Hawk which you are a member of.
"I can avoid Jonathan all I want seeing as that's what he does to me" She stuck her chin out stubbornly.
I don't pity you one bit. Is it so hard to believe that someone is attracted to you? George loves you.
"I don't know what love is and I don't want to." The cat rolled his violet eyes. Alanna knew that George has feelings for her. He certainly made it clear enough, but she felt afraid. What scared her tonight was that her dreams and visions had usually come true. Was this just an ordinary dream, or did she have a future with George?
Laying her head on her pillow once more, her thoughts drifted to the last time she had visited the thief in his new home at Port Caynn.
"Lass, don't ye see how beautiful ye are?" He asked her one night, "Can't ye tell I love ye with all my heart?" Alanna squirmed uncomfortably beneath his steady gaze.
"Please George, stop, I'm really messed up right now." She pleaded with him. He noticed her trembling and grasped her hand.
"If it makes you feel so, then I won't mention it again. But Alanna, understand that my feelin's will never change. I will wait forever if I must but someday ye'll fall in love and if not with me, with someone very lucky." The discomfort stuck and hung in the air.
"George I'm not ready for that, I don't know what love is..."His hazel eyes locked with her lilac ones.
"Ye're nineteen lass, old enough for love by far. I know that after what happened with-" His face darkened, "-Prince Jonathan really changed you and all but-"
"George, please" She begged "Don't bring this up, not now." She began to cry, looking away from him. He swore silently.
"Alanna, I'm sorry, I never meant any harm, I just want you t'know how I feel." She faced him again.
"I know how you feel, George." She whispered, "But I don't know if I feel the same way. I can't let myself feel the same way."
Faithful's yowl brought her out of her thoughts.
"Hm?"
I said, what are you thinking about? Alanna blushed.
"Nothing."
You're thinking about George. The cat accused, I can see it in your face.
"No I'm not! That's it, I'm going for a walk." She stood and threw on her burnoose before storming from the tent.
Let me know what you think. The more reviews I get, the faster I update.
-Nicole
Here you go, chapter one! I hope I'm doing the characters at least some justice. Just incase the italics don't work, they're supposed to be around Faithful's quotes and the memory of George.
Chapter One: Your Love is an Ocean, and I'm Afraid of Water
Alanna of Trebond shivered deliciously as she looked into the hungry, smouldering eyes of her long time best friend, the King of Thieves, George Cooper. They were sitting in his chambers above the Dancing Dove before a roaring fire. She didn't know what they had been talking about that had brought them to this awkward moment but didn't care either.
George stared down into her face, his heart beating wildly, his hands resting on her thighs. Licking his lips, he brought his face down closer to hers, moving his arm and placing it around her waist. She leaned into his touch, feeling his warm breath upon her lips. Bringing gentle fingers up, he caressed her cheek, moving in closer still. Finally, their lips touched and Alanna noticed how soft his mouth was. He licked at her lower lip and she gasped. Taking advantage of this, he pushed his tongue into her mouth. She moaned.
Alanna's eyes snapped open and she sat up in her tent, her sleeping mat soaked with sweat. Breathing heavily, she saw herself blush in the tiny mirror.
"Is it true?" She asked herself, "Do I love George Cooper?" Faithful, her black cat, jumped onto the foot of her bed.
Of course you do. He said, licking his paws, you always have. George loves you too, you know.
Alanna, startled, glared at the cat. "Shut up! It was just a dream, I do NOT desire George! He's my friend!"
Yes, just like you didn't love Jonathan. The cat replied sarcastically. Alanna's eyes filled with tears.
"Can you not talk about that?" She whispered angrily.
Come on, you'll have to face the fact sometime. Jonathan is your prince, not to mention the Voice of the Bloody Hawk which you are a member of.
"I can avoid Jonathan all I want seeing as that's what he does to me" She stuck her chin out stubbornly.
I don't pity you one bit. Is it so hard to believe that someone is attracted to you? George loves you.
"I don't know what love is and I don't want to." The cat rolled his violet eyes. Alanna knew that George has feelings for her. He certainly made it clear enough, but she felt afraid. What scared her tonight was that her dreams and visions had usually come true. Was this just an ordinary dream, or did she have a future with George?
Laying her head on her pillow once more, her thoughts drifted to the last time she had visited the thief in his new home at Port Caynn.
"Lass, don't ye see how beautiful ye are?" He asked her one night, "Can't ye tell I love ye with all my heart?" Alanna squirmed uncomfortably beneath his steady gaze.
"Please George, stop, I'm really messed up right now." She pleaded with him. He noticed her trembling and grasped her hand.
"If it makes you feel so, then I won't mention it again. But Alanna, understand that my feelin's will never change. I will wait forever if I must but someday ye'll fall in love and if not with me, with someone very lucky." The discomfort stuck and hung in the air.
"George I'm not ready for that, I don't know what love is..."His hazel eyes locked with her lilac ones.
"Ye're nineteen lass, old enough for love by far. I know that after what happened with-" His face darkened, "-Prince Jonathan really changed you and all but-"
"George, please" She begged "Don't bring this up, not now." She began to cry, looking away from him. He swore silently.
"Alanna, I'm sorry, I never meant any harm, I just want you t'know how I feel." She faced him again.
"I know how you feel, George." She whispered, "But I don't know if I feel the same way. I can't let myself feel the same way."
Faithful's yowl brought her out of her thoughts.
"Hm?"
I said, what are you thinking about? Alanna blushed.
"Nothing."
You're thinking about George. The cat accused, I can see it in your face.
"No I'm not! That's it, I'm going for a walk." She stood and threw on her burnoose before storming from the tent.
Let me know what you think. The more reviews I get, the faster I update.
-Nicole
