Numair could not remember for the life of him exactly what the event was that evening. Jonathan and Thayet usually ate privately in their rooms, but with court in session and the looming war any excuse to get everyone together and raise moral was leapt upon. It was tiring, both physically and emotionally. Every time there was a banquet he found himself watching Daine as she danced with the young men of court. Every time he died alittle inside.
Onua always teased that he took longer than any lady to get ready for these events, but lately he hadn't felt the compulsion. He knew exactly why, and he didn't want to think about it. Since the night Daine had fallen asleep in his rooms it had gotten worse. He found himself tortured by the thought of the clerk, wondering if they had moved beyond kissing, if he knew what the soft, yielding parts of her tasted like. Often at night, thoughts of her would overcome him. In his dreams, she called out his name in her release.
Tonight he was her escort, as he usually was. Waiting for her to call on him, he languished in the glow of the fire, warming his feet. His black robe lay over the back of his chair, and he dosed, knowing that putting that on before they headed to the feast would be enough. He needed to relax and compose himself before another night of watching her with another man, but before he could, a soft knock broke his musing.
"Numair," a soft teasing voice followed its owner into the room. "Are you ready or do you need more time to preen?"
Looking up he saw she was wearing one of the blue dresses she had worn in Carthak. He loved her in blue, the colour made her eyes sparkle in a way cut right though him. Shutting the door behind her, she shook her head mockingly, and came over to him.
"You're not even changed yet Master Salmalin, what are we going to do with you!" she was in front of him now, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. "We need to get that shirt off you" she whispered, drawing him down to press her lips against his.
All self control left him as he crushed his lips against hers. Lifting her, his mouth explored hers as she unbuttoned his shirt. As he moved his mouth to her neck, they fell onto the bed together.
"Please Numair" her voice was honey and seduction, "Teach me". Her hands were making light work of his breeches, while his hands worked up her long, lean legs, pulling the hem of her dress along with them. Moving his hands inside her loincloth he could feel how much she desired him. She cried out as his fingers slipped inside her.
" Numair" she called as his lips tasted the sweet nectar of her on his hands. As he lent in to kiss her, slowly pushing himself against her maidenhead, Daine called out for him again.
"Numair, are you finished preening yet?"
The sound bolted him back to the present, and he groaned. The uncomfortable hardness of his erection strained against the cloth of his breeches.
"With you in a moment Magelet" he called back, trying to keep his voice neutral. The dream had been so real, he could still taste her on his tongue. He reached behind him and grabbed the black robe laying there, wrapping it around himself and thanked the gods that despite his height it still skimmed his knees.
