I would like to explain quickly what this is. A while ago I was browsing the fanfiction universe and came across a "30 Kisses" theme page. This is how this goes; you pick a couple, and you write a story (or drabble) for each of the 30 themes, and each story must contain a kiss.
These stories follow those 30 themes and those rules, but they are in no way endorsed by that page (mostly because I have no idea where that page is anymore). I just wanted to clear up that I have no official permission to use these themes and if whoever made them up is affronted by my use of them all they have to do is contact me and all will be made beter in the universe (or something like that).
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Look Over Here
(Daine & Numair) Theme 1
by Kimra
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"Look over here." Numair called and Daine shifted her attention in his direction. Her eyes came in contact, not with the lanky man she was expecting but instead with an empty beach and a rocky cliff face.
"Numair?" She called, eyeing the water suspiciously, she didn't think he would be in it but she had to check just in case.
"Over here." He called once more and she narrowed her focus onto the cliff face with suspicion. They had been at his tower for four days now. Onua having sent her for a break there. After all she was of far more use as a trained mage to the crown the an ostler. But she liked tending the animals and she liked being out in the open, moving as Onua always was.
She approached the cliff face slowly, watching the rocks that jutted out of it and the ones that had obviously, over time, tumbled down to support it. She still could not see him, but like any animal she trusted her senses.
"Where is over here?" She demanded in a tart voice, ignoring that little hammering in her chest that was saying something was about to jump out of no where. A hand popped up from behind the rocks, just the tips visible and she chided her fear, realizing the rocks didn't reach the cliff face as fully as she had assumed. He was hidden from sight, but he was still there.
With little regard for clothing, or dignity, Daine began her climb of the rocks separating her from her teacher. They where alone on the beach, a day off from studies, or a change of studies since she had found he was always willing to teach and she was always willing to learn. But alone she had to worry about no-one's opinion but his, and that, it seemed, was guaranteed in her favor.
"What's over here that I have to see?" She demanded as she scampered over another rock with nimble skill. Certainly she was making it sound like a task but she didn't mind. She'd climbed worse, and in far more dire situations then a simple response to his casual summons.
"When you get here you'll know, wont you Magelet?" He was teasing, finding her aggravation amusing, probably because he knew how capable she was of such a simple task. She didn't mind, she'd gotten used to the casual sort of banter they shared.
She'd found it refreshing, even, to be able to relax in someone's company again. Onua was the first, but he was the second, and her time with him, her training had given her a greater understanding of him then Onua. Always Onua would be important, but he had become essential.
"You could save me the trouble-" She was snapping out as she made it to the zenith of the rock pile and was given a view of him, crouching down by a hollow in the rock face. She thought maybe it was Kit playing games again, but the dragon had been left with the horses. "-by just telling me." She completed as she rose to her height to look down undistracted.
He flashed her a smile, one that made her grin in response. She couldn't be angry with him if she tried, and she often tried.
He gave her no more words, just waved her down in a casual motion, his eyes back in the hollow with curious wonder in their depths. Her own curiosity piqued she began her decent, ready to see whatever it was he wanted to show. He found some of the strangest things interesting, though, and often it would be as fascinating as dirt for all she cared. That was the problem with mage's, they had such strange fixations. But he had learnt her tastes over the months and now he was much better at knowing what she'd care to see or not.
Stepping off the last rock before the ground her eyes sought out the hollow, trying to see past Numair at whatever interest he had found. Distracted she lost her footing, trusting too much on her almost preternatural balance she slipped.
There was barely time for her to register that she was falling before she stopped. She took a moment to catch up with the surroundings and realized she had been caught by Numair. Her automatic blush reflex took control as she realized she was flush against him, his arms about her and holding her still.
"You slipped?" He teased and she lightly hit his chest with her fist. He knew as well as she how good her balance was.
"Don't let it get to your head." She retorted and tried to look around him to the little hollow he had been so fixated with. So busy trying to see into the crevice she didn't even realize that there was anything peculiar about the moment, like his arms, still holding her, and his expression thoughtful and a little surprised.
She shifted in his hold, as natural to her as her own balance it required no thought and squinted a little at the hollow, still seeing nothing.
"Magelet-" He began but she shushed him and twisted in his hold a little more.
"What is it?" She asked softly, her mouth level with his shoulder as she peeked past him but the whisper reached him. He didn't reply, and she didn't notice, didn't even realize his fingers where sliding further around her waist, testing her notice, she was too transfixed with the hollow. So close now she could sense a tingle of magic inside it, and her curiosity was always at its peak when her magic was concerned. Training at Numairs instructions made her strive to please him, to get some sign of recognition from him, and that left her blatantly curious about anything magical. She could feel life in the hollow, animal life and she could have reached with her senses for more but really liked it better when Numair explained things to her. "Numair?"
She turned her head to him, a little flushed from when he had caught her and her eyes full of curious wonder. What she didn't expect was for him to be close still, usually he would catch her, or hold her and then a second later set her aside, but there he was, still close enough to share the same air as, still close enough to see the frown trying to mar his features.
She was distracted by the frown, not even caring about what ever oddity lived in the hallow. She raised a brow at him, rather then smooth away the worry she could see building in him because it wasn't her place to touch him, and it was always more fun to tease. She didn't understand the expression in his eyes, or why the fingers encircling her waist where tightening and was slightly amused by the whole thing. She went to speak "Numair-" but was cut off by the most shocking of methods.
Soft lips and a head bent up against her own and she was lost to the sensation. She didn't gasp, didn't start, she just responded, her hand around his body before either really knew what was happening and her hold on him tightening to match the strength in his grip.
She wasn't sure what was happening, what had brought about the action and she didn't care because whatever it was it was flooding her with sensations she had never expected and she would never object to.
He went to pull away, she didn't let it. He tried again and she realized they needed to breath. She let that happen, then was on him again, in a rough sort of start that pushed him back a step or two until his back came against the rocky cliff face. Neither noticed, because there only attention was for each other as the assault continued, the delicate assault that would never leave their minds and never be forgotten.
So distracted they never saw the little blue creature sneak out of it's hollow, never saw the intelligent liquid blue eyes tilt to examine them then the slender body of a sea sprite dive back into the waiting ocean, seeking a solitary place where it could rest out the warm day.
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Please review or I'll be too lazy to write the rest of the themes (yes that's kind of black-mail but also plain old simple fact.