Disclaimer: No place like home, no place like home, no place like home at my giant home in wherever the heck I live. I wish, but... NOT! That would be if I was Tammy P, but I'm not, just Kate.

A/N: Uh, some of my friends told me I should be an author, and someday I want to be, yes. But they think I should now. And I know it's just supportive friendship, but I was just wondering if, based on this story, and all my others, what you guys think. Constructive criticism is welcome, actually, it's what I'm looking for at this point.

Alanna was furious at Jon. Once more he had tried to woo her, to seduce her into loving him. How many times would she have to tell the man that she did not love him? That she loved George?

And yet, her mind couldn't help but be unsettled. Alanna knew a part of her, a very small part of her, was deeply, madly even, in love with the prince of Tortall. She moved her feet on the end of her bed, and leaned up against the headboard, wondering what she could do.

A sharp knock sounded against her door, telling her what to do at that moment anyway. Alanna stood up, and strode over to her door, unbolting it and praying all the while that it was not Jon.

The door slid open, and a grin drew across her face when she saw the "monk" that was in the hallway. "Hullo, George," she whispered softly. Faithful leaped from the folds of George's monk robe, and onto her shoulder, hissing his annoyance.

George stepped into the room, and drew his hood off, smiling warmly at Alanna, who closed the door and boltedthe doortightly. "A certain cat," George whispered softly, all his anger forgotten, "tells me that Jonathan was attempting to seduce you?" His eyebrows creased in amusement, and he smiled teasingly at her.

Alanna shook her head, a grin unfurling on her face. "Yes," she whispered, reaching out with her hand to trace George's almost handsome face, "But you know he will never succeed, not when I love you."

George pulled his monk robe off, and lay it aside in the big armchair. He reached out, pulling Alanna close to him, kissing her sweetly. She returned his kiss, tasting passion on her tongue.

The two fell onto the bed, their hearts one, their minds one. George pulled his head back for a second, leaning over her. "Kiss me," he whispered, a smile on his face. Alanna reached up, and pulled his head down, her lips touching his.

When she let go, a rare giggle escaped her own lips. "Kiss me," she whispered back, remembering all to well the first time she had known that she loved George Cooper, King of Thieves.

With these words free, and floating in the air, George reached out to undo her shirt laces, as her fingers did the same.

Well? How was that? I know it was short, but I really can only write fluff for as short while. But the next chapter will be GOOD, I promise. I know just what's going to happen. Also, as said at the beginning, please, at this point in my writing anything, what I need most is constructive criticism. And tell me what you think about me being an author. Should I write a book? I know, I know, this isn't original, but just, how's my writing style and all? Well, bye for now!