Masks and Low Cut Dresses
Daine and Numair- a fluff piece
This is just a random story I wrote. My friend dared me to write a random piece of fluff, so I did. Please read and review- I hope you like it!
Daine squirmed, uncomfortably in the fancy ball gown she was wearing. The gown itself was not uncomfortable; the emerald green silk it was made from was gentle and soft against her skin; what made Daine uncomfortable in the dress was the ludicrously low neckline that displayed an amount of cleavage that Daine found deeply alarming. When Thayet had chosen the gown for her to wear to the masquerade ball- celebrating the anniversary of King Jonathon's coronation- she had described the neckline as plunging, Daine found the truth behind those words disturbing. Adding to Diane's self-consciousness was the skin tight way the gown clung to her curvy figure. With a last, regretful sigh, Daine placed her green mask over her hair; temporarily tamed and slicked back into a stylish bun on the nape of her neck. With her mask covering the top half of her face, her hair fashionably subdued and her ridiculous gown, Daine barely felt like herself.
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Numair stood by one of the large open doors that led onto the balconies, surveying the masked crowd of nobles before him. He was taking particular joy in the sight of a busty blond in a backless scarlet gown when his attention was grabbed by the sight a new entry to the crowded ballroom. The girl was tall with a wonderful figure that curved in all the right places, she entered the room with such grace, Numair couldn't help but stare. With great pleasure he took in the dark green gown she wore that invitingly displayed some of her most... glorious curves. The girl's hair was swept back into a tidy bun behind her head. Beneath her sparkling mask, dark lashes fluttered delicately as her eyes adjusted to the dim light. As she scrutinized the crowd her perfectly painted lips spread into a pleased smile and she relaxed into her surroundings.
Before he even knew what he was doing, Numair was boldly walking over to the young woman, as if pulled by some invisible force.
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The ballroom was crowded with people in fashionable and flamboyant clothes, flirting, laughing and drinking, their identities hidden mysteriously behind masks. Taking in the madness around her, Daine relaxed. No one would recognise her, only Thayet, Alanna and Onua knew that it was her inside the revealing gown. With the hope that the night would be simple, entertaining and above all, a chance for fun, she relaxed.
Daine had always thought herself a very plain person; she had never understood what any man could see in her. which was why she was so surprised when the tall, dark stranger in the black mask approached her in the middle of a chaotic ballroom full of women that would be more than happy to fall out of their bodice for such a handsome man. He was tall, very tall; it was hard to see in the light but she guessed his hair was black or dark brown; his face was hidden behind a simple black mask that covered the top half of his face. His tunic was black velvet, embroided with fine silver thread. His appearance was impressive, and even with half his face hidden behind a mask, he was devastatingly handsome. As he walked over to her, a charming smile animating his features, she couldn't help but feel there was something very familiar about him.
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With his most charismatic smile on his playful lips, and his most romantic line ready to be said, Numair walked up to beautiful young woman in the extravagant green gown. He bowed courteously to her before he began his not-so-subtle flirting. To his pleasure it seemed to achieve outstanding results...
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Diane was surprised at herself with how enthusiastically she responded to the man's flirting. He was funny sweet and above all handsome. Before long, Daine was flirting with the stranger, and wondering where the peculiar night would lead...
The man neither asked her name, nor told her his, so with his identity still a mystery Daine began to consider the idea of searching for a more private place where she could be alone with her handsome stranger. Normally Daine would never have considered being so rushed (or brazen) with a man she hardly knew, but the gown and mask gave her the confidence to act however she pleased, despite how her over-protective teacher might've felt about it if he knew. He lips were still smiling at the thought of Numair's reaction to her actions when she whispered in the man's ear that she felt the need for air, in a more private place. The excited grin of her stranger showed how enthusiastic he was about this idea.
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Out on the balcony, with the cool night sending Goosebumps up his arms Numair stood with his strange girl, who was staring across the hills, barely visible in the night, and casting him suggestive sideways smiles. With a thankful thought at how lucky he was to have found such a wonderful woman, he placed his arm casually around her delicate shoulders. She clearly felt this was her cue to turn around and face him. With a mischievous smile and a murmured comment about beautiful grey eyes, he lent towards her, his lips heading for hers. The feeling of their meeting sent peculiarly wonderful tingles up his spine and he wrapped her surprisingly muscled body in his strong, black clad arms and pulled her towards him. The warmth of her body against his made him want to pull her closer, hold her tighter, and never, ever let go.
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It was with total pleasure that Daine reacted to the stranger's kiss. His mouth was warm and sweet and the feeling that filled her when he pulled her close was indescribably wonderful. Just when she thought the kiss couldn't get better, and could never be ruined, just when she thought that she would have gladly spent the night with the stranger's mouth on hers, a surprised call pierced the night's stillness.
"Numair! What on earth are you doing to Daine?!"
So, what do you think? People think telling me I should write more, but I'm not sure how I would make it turn out. Please review and tell me what you think!
Oh yea, I own none of the Characters- they are all Tamora Pierce's fabulous creations!
