AN: Thanks to the lovely Gem, as always
George propped himself up on one elbow. Alanna slept soundly, her back to him, copper hair fanned out on the white pillow. She shivered slightly and tenderly George drew the blue coverlet over her bare shoulders. He still wasn't sure what had passed between them, but he knew he didn't wish for morning to come and her departure from Port Caynn to adventure in far off lands.
He had finally won the Lioness. No, he hadn't won her; she wasn't something to be won. But she had chosen him. Content with that, he draped one large hand around her slim waist, drawing her close so he could nuzzle her neck.
There were a myriad ways to procrastinate daybreak after all.