Please note that THIS contains LEMON! And therefore I have to warn everyone who are reading it!
Is that a six or a nine? - Part 1
The party had been going on for hours and they had found themselves in the middle of it before they knew what to do – such after long hours of drinking and eating, he found himself smiling down into bright blue eyes that belonged to a lovely woman. He could now faintly remember her name, but it was something that started with 'Isa' or 'Ista' or was it 'Ysa' – it didn't matter – the only thing that mattered was that he had pursued her for hours and finally she had giving in to his charming smile and his darkly hazel eyes. Now she was kissing him goodnight and simultaneously was slipping in a note in the palm of his hand – then she turned and disappeared from view. Numair looked down and opened his palm, and joy filled him – he didn't have to be smart to see that it was clearly an invitation and the number on the paper told him where he could find her again.
Turning around and scanning the room of the Inn they had arrived in on their way to Legan, he noticed that Daine was rather occupied with a fair haired young man – a swain. Smiling content over the fact that she was refusing him to let him kiss her Numair concluded that she wouldn't miss him for a few hours and he, while turning, decided that he needed to relieve himself before walking up the stairs to the room where she was waiting for him. He didn't however see that once he had turned his back to the crowd and Daine, the swain managed to do the kiss he had tried to do for hours.
He tumbled forward out in the blackness of the night and too find a spot where he could have some privacy and founding it he relaxed his forehead against the bricks of the Inn while doing what must be done when consuming to much liquid. It therefore took him a while to return to the Inn, because as the mage he was and due to the personality he had, he couldn't help himself for gazing up at the stars the lingered above his head – it was a perfect night for stargazing and he was on the very brink of delaying and cancel the trip to the room where the blond woman was waiting for him, only to find Daine and settle himself with her underneath those twinkling wonders, but he had an itch to be scratched and it was that, that drove him over to the lantern so he could read the number on the slip – standing turning the slip multiples time he finally concluded that it must be room number nine and not number six – because he was fair sure that she, his student had given that room. For the first time they hadn't been giving rooms beside each other and walking wobbling up the stairs he found the door where a beautiful number was carved inside the tree of the door. Pushing it open he found the room not locked and yet another satisfied smile entered his lips as equally darkness hit him – he could faintly she her frame laying underneath the blankets and closing the door softly shut, he locked it.
Such Numair didn't see the face of a fair-haired man standing frozen to the floor as a tanned man locked the room to his student and the young man, who had kissed Daine for the last half of a candle mark shrugged and turned only to disappear down the stairs again. Had he known that the famous mage and his student was involved with each other – he would have kept his hands to himself, but now he counted himself lucky to be alive and with that he returned to the party.
Numair stood still inside the room, waiting for her to say something and underneath his feet he could still feel the very beat of the drum that played happy and rhythmical tones. When she finally did say something he smiled and undressed himself in haste – standing near the bed he could hear that the blankets shifted, he didn't wait for her to say something again – he only slipped down underneath the blankets and hearing how she sighed he lowered his lips down too lips that waited to be kissed. His head was still swimming from all that wine he had taken in and upon pushing her heir way he deepened the kiss, making her moan half beside him and half underneath him. Sliding him hands down under the blankets he pushed whatever there was in the way and when she finally was laying bare skinned, he was in his drunken mind making sure that she would be ready for the union he had planned and the union he had longed for. His lips wandered down over her neck, but he didn't managed to reach his destination before a soft pleading voice was begging him for her to feel him – he accepted and maneuvering himself so soft and warm skin of her thighs settled around his hips – he found her lips once again and kissing her with force caused her to dick her nails into his back.
In his mind he thought that this was going rather fast and as the gentleman he was, he wouldn't just push himself in before cheeking if she was prepared for him and such he pulled himself a bit up only to get her to whimper in frustration – but she was silenced when his longest finger slide down between her, meeting only wetness.
Her mouth was resting at his right ear, grasping and whispering another plea as he pushed her legs further apart and finally he entered her slowly. Too engulfed in the feeling of having yet again the warmth and wetness surrounding him, he failed to hear the restrained noise of hurt that came from his partner underneath him and pulling himself a bit out, only too thrust in yet again his mind wandered on a trail down a path to think and speculate over the fact that maybe Daine was still refusing her swain's kisses downstairs. He smiled restrained over the next thought that she maybe would be giving herself to the young man and with that thought he mad himself the most excellent lover he knew he could be, and forced his mind back too the supposed-to-be blond-haired woman underneath him.
If he hadn't been occupied in room number nine and if he had stood in the hall, he would had seen that the door to number six was being opening and a face containing bright blue eyes investigated or actually searched the hall for any sign that the black-robed mage would come up the stairs at any second – and after what seemed to be hours, but it was only ten minutes she gave up and disappeared inside her room again - disappointed.
The woman in number nine pressed her hips upwards, meeting his movements and he turned both of them around in bed – making her sit over him, straddling him. If he had bothered to look he would in that moment see brownish curls dance in sympathy with the movements she was doing while the sparse light of the moon entered the room, but he only had his eyes closed and his head laid back – trying to prolong the inevitable – he was waiting, as the gentleman he was for her too come first and when nails was almost ripped his chest apart and the scream that forced the people downstairs to stop their dancing rippled through the air, came, he let go of everything and with an almost equally animalistic scream that forced its way through his throat he smiled with content, not with happiness, because the one person he longed after was properly flirting or dancing still with her young swain.
He touched her cheek where she was still sitting, holding him firmly in place with her inner muscles and pulling her head down to his lips, he kissed her again. When the kissed ended she rested her cheek on his chest and he still panting for air waited for a part of him to slip out from the warmness inside her. It wasn't only that he waited for – he waited for her to fall asleep so he could escape to his own rooms again and have his heart being torn into pieces over the fact that she, Daine, his magelet and his student could never be his.
With a the sound of a beating heart in her ears, she eventually drifted into the Ganiel's lands of dreams and he was very carefully not to wake her up as he slipped from the bed, found his clothes and slipped from the room, where a beautiful number was carved into the door – telling everyone passing that this was room number nine.