It was dark, but that had never bothered him. He saw well in the dark. He saw her sleeping form, red hair tousled, her nightshirt sliding off one creamy shoulder. He walked towards her, a quiet, dark shadow flitting across the room.
Alanna sighed and rolled over and he came closer, smelling her warmth. One of her arms hung over the edge of her bed, her hand lightly brushing the floor.
He touched it reverently before silently climbing up onto the bed. The mattress hardly dipped under his weight and he crawled forwards until he was nose to nose with the sleeping knight. Cautious, careful not to wake her, he nuzzled her cheek, his tongue darting out to caress her before hiding back inside his mouth.
He sometimes felt guilty about these midnight encounters, moments stolen in the dark, but it was all he would ever have with her. "I love you Alanna," He murmured. He wished he could tell her when she was awake, and he wished she would reply that she loved him too. But it wouldn't happen, not in his wildest dreams, not in her darkest nightmares.
He licked her nose again and she stirred, half waking and stroked his head, scratching that place behind his ears that make him unable to do anything besides lay there and purr.
He stayed, curled near her. His Alanna. He would always be faithful to her, even if she never realised it.