A/N: Here's chapter 2! Thank you for reviewing. Two reviews is still reasonable. Please take the time to review. I love to know what you think. This chapter is a few weeks after Daine tells Numair that she's pregnant. This story'll be a series of one-shots, I suppose, about their 'adventures'. And no, I do not mean that in a wrong way. Much. I dearly hope you enjoy XD

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Chapter 2: Canoodling with Numair Salmalín.

"NO!" Daine yelled, ducking as various undergarments were thrown her way. She dodged an unusual-looking lace piece, and swung up her bow. Carefully aiming, she pinned both the back of Alanna's and Onua's shirts to the wall with a precise shot. "I do not want to 'spice up my sex life', thank you very much!"

Alanna yanked the arrow out of her clothing and shoved it into Daine's quiver. "Aw, don't be such a spoiled sport, Daine," the Lioness complained. "Now you're pregnant, that means you don't need to wear your necklace, and you can be more...inventive."

"Now, Daine, be a nice little Wildmage and tell us what Numair likes, so we can see what we have to work with." Onua snorted. "It helps us, with our lives."

"That," the young woman said with a shudder, "is absolutely disgusting. You're not even involved with someone, Onua!"

"Or so you know," the horsemistress said wickedly.

Alanna grinned. "She's sharing Stefan's horse loft, 'cause her bed broke. Have you heard a worse excuse? I certainly haven't." She evidently rethought that, smirking at Daine, "Well, except from you."

"What if I told you we haven't had sex yet?" Daine said desperately. Both women stared at her with raised eyebrows.

It was Onua who said, "Daine, you're pregnant."

She winced. "Thanks for reminding me," the girl muttered. "You just had to, didn't you?"

"Yes," Alanna and Onua said together. Daine rolled her eyes.

"Okay, so, what does he like?" Alanna said, as if she was asking whether Numair preferred eggs or bacon.

Daine blushed darkly. "Well, he..." she swallowed. "I can't do this!"

Onua said soothingly, "Of course you can. You've done much worse."

"I wouldn't be so sure."

Alanna sighed exasperatedly. "Okay. We'll help you, then. Does he like it when you...you know...be extra nice? Give him more attention?"

Daine pressed her lips firmly together, going even more scarlet than before. Even Kitten was listening now, and Zek, with curious expressions.

"Daine."

She sighed. "Yes."

"Yes, he does like it?" Onua said. "Hm. Interesting – maybe it's something to do with his dominant side, hence the wide age gap."

Daine muttered something unintelligible under her breath.

They heard footsteps coming down the corridor. Daine motioned quickly for Alanna and Onua to pick up the undergarments and go in the closet. They amusedly obeyed, giggling like teenagers.

He was outside the door now. Numair opened the door, staring, puzzled, at the flustered looking Daine. "Are you okay?"

Daine nodded, a little too eagerly. "Of course," she replied tightly.

"Well." Numair walked up and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed her passionately, moaning against her lips.

There was a snort from the closet. Daine wished more than ever that she could just disappear.

No, no, no, don't look in the...

Much to her dismay, he immediately went and threw open the door to the closet, revealing two very innocent-looking women.

"What a pleasure to see you," Numair remarked dryly. "May I ask what exactly we're doing here?"

"Why, Numair, my dear," Alanna said, standing and holding up a lacy piece of cloth. "We were just...borrowing some of Daine's...leisurely clothing!"

Daine buried her face in her hands, muttering, "Kill me."

The women burst out laughing. Daine looked up, anger flaring throughout her, her magic escaping her. A pack of hunting dogs burst through the bedroom door, surrounding Daine and barking and growling at Onua, Alanna, and, bless him, a very confused and embarrassed-looking Numair Salmalín.

They abruptly stopped their laughter.

"Why do you have to be such dung-eating, pox-rotted, gods-cursed bitches!" Daine yelled and stormed off, her smoky brown curls flying, Zek and Kitten following her – but not after throwing the horsemistress and Lioness extremely dirty looks.

"She's pregnant," Numair said, grinning in spite of himself. "You don't mess with a pregnant Wildmage."