I wrote this story during school one day, but originally thought it up one
night after finishing ROTG. I was upset because there wasn't enough fluff
to read about, so I made up my own. : ) I don't own any of these
characters, they all (yep all three of them) belong to the wonderfully
talented Tamora Pierce. Not much plot. R rated for safety, though there
isn't any details on *ahem* you know. So, enjoy, R & R. It's my first fic.
Don't hold back.
It was dark outside. Numair's room was locked and the walls sparkled with his black magic—the room was soundproofed. Numair and Daine were sitting on the bed, passionately kissing. Daine reached up to unbutton his shirt as he does the same to her. Numair broke away, looked her in the eyes and asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Daine sighed, "Numair I love you with all my heart and more. I have never felt this way before. My heart pounds when I'm with you, the blood rushes through my veins. If I don't do something soon, I'm going to explode." Daine laughed. "Making love is supposed to be just that—making love. I am 19, a grown woman, and I am able to make my own decisions. I want this more than anything I've ever wanted before."
"I know you want this, I want it too. I've never felt this way, either. But the voice in my head keeps whispering that I'm taking advantage of you. I ought to let you go to young men your own age-"
"Stop it Numair. I know how much it pains you to say that—it hurts me too. I want to be with you, and only you."
"That doesn't change the fact that I'm 14 years older than you."
Daine sighed, "Numair, you know as well as I do that age doesn't mean a thing in matters of the heart." That had to get him, she thought.
She was right. He put his hand on her chin and made her look at him. He kissed her gently. He pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling his hair between her fingers. All other thoughts poured from her mind. The only thing that mattered was Numair. (A/N: I took that from someone, sorry I don't know who, but I liked the way it sounded) Numair loved Daine with a gentleness he didn't know he had.
Daine woke up the next morning, lying in the arms of her much-awaited lover. She smiled, remembering last night, and looked up at him—he was smiling in his sleep. She knew he loved her more than anything. She knew of his fear that she might change her mind someday and want a younger man; she felt the same way about him wanting an older woman. But in the end, they both knew that they would always be together.
She wriggled upwards in his arms so she could reach his lips with hers. She kissed him; parting his lips with her tongue and felt Numair's body tense at the surprise, then relax as he gave into the kiss. They broke apart to breathe and looked into each other's eyes. "Good morning, love." Numair half-whispered.
"Good morning. You may want to stick to "magelet," though, in public." She smiled at him.
"Oh, all right," he sighed. "So what time is it?"
"I think it's about four hours after the Watch called midnight. I should get back to my rooms before dawn, so no one notices I spent the night here." She smiled again.
"I guess you're right, but that's not for two more hours, and I don't feel much like sleeping when I can stare into your beautiful eyes," He kissed her eyelids. "Your wonderfully cute nose," He kissed her nose. "And your perfectly shaped lips." He kissed her lips, deepening the passion until they could not breathe, then broke apart again. "How did you enjoy your first experience with a man?" He grinned at her, showing all his teeth.
"I'll answer that only after you tell me how you enjoyed your first experience with me." She grinned back, nervousness showing in her eyes.
"Magelet, love, I have never had a more wonderful experience in my life." He kissed her thoroughly, and then broke apart to hear her answer.
"I feel the same way," she laughed. "Though there isn't much to compare to."
"So what should we do for two hours? I hardly think we'll stay entertained simply staring into each other's eyes." Numair said.
Daine grinned mischievously and kissed him. Numair broke apart just long enough to say, "Daine, you have some wonderful ideas." Then they returned to their lovemaking.
When dawn finally arrived, Daine had a tough time getting out of his rooms because every time she put on a piece of clothing, Numair would come up behind her and kiss her neck, seductively, and her clothes would end up on the floor again. She finally got him under control though, by telling him that if he didn't let her go, Cloud was going to bite him the next time she saw him.
It was dark outside. Numair's room was locked and the walls sparkled with his black magic—the room was soundproofed. Numair and Daine were sitting on the bed, passionately kissing. Daine reached up to unbutton his shirt as he does the same to her. Numair broke away, looked her in the eyes and asked, "Are you sure this is what you want?"
Daine sighed, "Numair I love you with all my heart and more. I have never felt this way before. My heart pounds when I'm with you, the blood rushes through my veins. If I don't do something soon, I'm going to explode." Daine laughed. "Making love is supposed to be just that—making love. I am 19, a grown woman, and I am able to make my own decisions. I want this more than anything I've ever wanted before."
"I know you want this, I want it too. I've never felt this way, either. But the voice in my head keeps whispering that I'm taking advantage of you. I ought to let you go to young men your own age-"
"Stop it Numair. I know how much it pains you to say that—it hurts me too. I want to be with you, and only you."
"That doesn't change the fact that I'm 14 years older than you."
Daine sighed, "Numair, you know as well as I do that age doesn't mean a thing in matters of the heart." That had to get him, she thought.
She was right. He put his hand on her chin and made her look at him. He kissed her gently. He pushed her down on the bed and climbed on top of her. She ran her hands over his chest, feeling his hair between her fingers. All other thoughts poured from her mind. The only thing that mattered was Numair. (A/N: I took that from someone, sorry I don't know who, but I liked the way it sounded) Numair loved Daine with a gentleness he didn't know he had.
Daine woke up the next morning, lying in the arms of her much-awaited lover. She smiled, remembering last night, and looked up at him—he was smiling in his sleep. She knew he loved her more than anything. She knew of his fear that she might change her mind someday and want a younger man; she felt the same way about him wanting an older woman. But in the end, they both knew that they would always be together.
She wriggled upwards in his arms so she could reach his lips with hers. She kissed him; parting his lips with her tongue and felt Numair's body tense at the surprise, then relax as he gave into the kiss. They broke apart to breathe and looked into each other's eyes. "Good morning, love." Numair half-whispered.
"Good morning. You may want to stick to "magelet," though, in public." She smiled at him.
"Oh, all right," he sighed. "So what time is it?"
"I think it's about four hours after the Watch called midnight. I should get back to my rooms before dawn, so no one notices I spent the night here." She smiled again.
"I guess you're right, but that's not for two more hours, and I don't feel much like sleeping when I can stare into your beautiful eyes," He kissed her eyelids. "Your wonderfully cute nose," He kissed her nose. "And your perfectly shaped lips." He kissed her lips, deepening the passion until they could not breathe, then broke apart again. "How did you enjoy your first experience with a man?" He grinned at her, showing all his teeth.
"I'll answer that only after you tell me how you enjoyed your first experience with me." She grinned back, nervousness showing in her eyes.
"Magelet, love, I have never had a more wonderful experience in my life." He kissed her thoroughly, and then broke apart to hear her answer.
"I feel the same way," she laughed. "Though there isn't much to compare to."
"So what should we do for two hours? I hardly think we'll stay entertained simply staring into each other's eyes." Numair said.
Daine grinned mischievously and kissed him. Numair broke apart just long enough to say, "Daine, you have some wonderful ideas." Then they returned to their lovemaking.
When dawn finally arrived, Daine had a tough time getting out of his rooms because every time she put on a piece of clothing, Numair would come up behind her and kiss her neck, seductively, and her clothes would end up on the floor again. She finally got him under control though, by telling him that if he didn't let her go, Cloud was going to bite him the next time she saw him.