The Tower:
Daine looked up at her lover. He was so tall; it wasn't fair. His 6 foot 5 inches was a whole foot taller than her 5 foot 5 inches. Then, sometimes, it could be a great thing. She had just gotten into the habit of crawling into bed with him at night, he didn't really appreciate that. He hated, for some strange and dumb reason, when he woke up to find her with her head buried in his chest and her body cuddled right up against his. He always gave her the must-you-do-that look, and scolded her for "giving people ideas". Sometimes she wished that he would just let her sleep with him. All she wanted to do was cuddle anyway.
Daine moved Cloud closer to Spots as her and Numair rode to his home, the tower. She let herself wrap her arm around his and lean into his arm. He's so strong, she thought. She sighed mentally, as she looked up into his face. Numair looked down at her with a frown.
'Stop it Daine.' He said.
'I'm not doing anything' she said knowing perfectly well what she was doing. He hated that she was always trying to cuddle up against him.
'You know perfectly well what you're doing,' he grumbled 'so don't look so innocent.'
'You're no fun,' she pouted.
'I'm so sorry,' he replied mockingly.
'You cloud at least sound like you care, and not like a dolt.' She muttered.
'You know I don't like it when you do that'
'Yes you do' she teased, knowing he wasn't going to like was she was about to start, 'you just would admit it.'
'Do not' He doesn't, she thought happily. When ever he gets mad he ends up kissing and holding me all I want, she thought, this is perfect.
'Do too' 'Daine, don't start.' Numair replied with his I-know-what-you're-doing-so- give-up-right-now voice.
Daine sighed and let go of his arm. Well somebody's in a very bad mood today, she said to Spots. I hope we can get him a better mood; else wise I'll have nothing to do to night. What were you planning on doing, Cloud asked. None of your business, she replied. Ump, Cloud said, none of my business, if you have a colt it's not my business. I'm not going to get pregnant Cloud, she said, I just want to cuddle with him. Your sire would have a fit if you did.
'I'm not pregnant Cloud' she said out loud. Numair heard, too; he about fell of Spots.
'What did you just say?'
'Nothing, Cloud is just being a hard head'
'Diane.' He said threateningly.
'Cloud just asked if I was going to have a baby' she said quietly, 'which I'm not' she said the last part as he opened his mouth to yell at her.
Lucky for Daine they reached the tower just as she finished her sentence. Diane jumped off Cloud and walked her and Spots into the stable.
"Are you hungry?' she asked when she got into the house. She really didn't want to see Numair's reaction to the whole baby thing.
'Why were you talking about babies?' he asked. His clam voice scared her.
'Cloud started it.' She said quickly.
'No babies, no cuddling, and no sleeping in the same room." he said
'But it gets cold at night' she protested.
'Get another blanket'
'You know it's not my fault you're in such a bad mood' she cried and stormed up to her room. Does he always have to be such a dolt?
Daine looked up at her lover. He was so tall; it wasn't fair. His 6 foot 5 inches was a whole foot taller than her 5 foot 5 inches. Then, sometimes, it could be a great thing. She had just gotten into the habit of crawling into bed with him at night, he didn't really appreciate that. He hated, for some strange and dumb reason, when he woke up to find her with her head buried in his chest and her body cuddled right up against his. He always gave her the must-you-do-that look, and scolded her for "giving people ideas". Sometimes she wished that he would just let her sleep with him. All she wanted to do was cuddle anyway.
Daine moved Cloud closer to Spots as her and Numair rode to his home, the tower. She let herself wrap her arm around his and lean into his arm. He's so strong, she thought. She sighed mentally, as she looked up into his face. Numair looked down at her with a frown.
'Stop it Daine.' He said.
'I'm not doing anything' she said knowing perfectly well what she was doing. He hated that she was always trying to cuddle up against him.
'You know perfectly well what you're doing,' he grumbled 'so don't look so innocent.'
'You're no fun,' she pouted.
'I'm so sorry,' he replied mockingly.
'You cloud at least sound like you care, and not like a dolt.' She muttered.
'You know I don't like it when you do that'
'Yes you do' she teased, knowing he wasn't going to like was she was about to start, 'you just would admit it.'
'Do not' He doesn't, she thought happily. When ever he gets mad he ends up kissing and holding me all I want, she thought, this is perfect.
'Do too' 'Daine, don't start.' Numair replied with his I-know-what-you're-doing-so- give-up-right-now voice.
Daine sighed and let go of his arm. Well somebody's in a very bad mood today, she said to Spots. I hope we can get him a better mood; else wise I'll have nothing to do to night. What were you planning on doing, Cloud asked. None of your business, she replied. Ump, Cloud said, none of my business, if you have a colt it's not my business. I'm not going to get pregnant Cloud, she said, I just want to cuddle with him. Your sire would have a fit if you did.
'I'm not pregnant Cloud' she said out loud. Numair heard, too; he about fell of Spots.
'What did you just say?'
'Nothing, Cloud is just being a hard head'
'Diane.' He said threateningly.
'Cloud just asked if I was going to have a baby' she said quietly, 'which I'm not' she said the last part as he opened his mouth to yell at her.
Lucky for Daine they reached the tower just as she finished her sentence. Diane jumped off Cloud and walked her and Spots into the stable.
"Are you hungry?' she asked when she got into the house. She really didn't want to see Numair's reaction to the whole baby thing.
'Why were you talking about babies?' he asked. His clam voice scared her.
'Cloud started it.' She said quickly.
'No babies, no cuddling, and no sleeping in the same room." he said
'But it gets cold at night' she protested.
'Get another blanket'
'You know it's not my fault you're in such a bad mood' she cried and stormed up to her room. Does he always have to be such a dolt?