Chapter 12: Fluffy Stuff
I got bored and decided to add a chapter devoted to fluff! He he! There is absolutely NO plot in here, just fluff, 'cause I can't get enough and I feel like I am cheating true D/N fans of their rightful dosage. YOU CAN SKIP THIS CHAPTER AND NOT MISS ANY CONTRIBUTING PARTS OF THE PLOT!!!!! Thank you. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Numair woke that night and looked over to the figure sleeping soundly next to him. Daine was breatheing slowly, peacefully. He rolled over and wrapped his arms carefully around her, avoiding her hip, or so he thought. Her eyes opened slowly as she flinched.
"I'm so sorry dear, I didn't mean to touch your hip. Alanna told me you would feel even the smallest bump. Apparently she was right."
" It's all right." She muttered sleepily, her lips forming a gentle smile. She leaned over and kissed him deeply. Numair returned the kiss passionently, one hand resting on her upper arm. She was wearing a shirt of his with the sleaves cut off. He could feel her goosebumps from his caress.
She sighed, as if begging him to do it, for the gods knew she could not say yes, just as they knew she could not say no. She could not have been happier at that, or any other moment in time. She had everything she could ever need and more. He was the reason she lived, the reason she wasn't a goddess. She was his world, as he was her's and nothing could ever change that. But what could change is times effects. She was god-born and would likely live longer than most people. As it was she was already fourteen years younger than him. She sighed. All this was forgotten in an instant as he pulled her closer, till she felt as though she could not breathe, still she pressed herself to him, wishing that they could melt into eachother, together forever, together as one.
Numair had begun to slip his hand up the back of her shirt to rest his hand on her bare back.
(Let's just leave this before it becomes R and I have to change the rating, shall we?)
If you would like the rest of this scene then you are perverted and I pity you.
I got bored and decided to add a chapter devoted to fluff! He he! There is absolutely NO plot in here, just fluff, 'cause I can't get enough and I feel like I am cheating true D/N fans of their rightful dosage. YOU CAN SKIP THIS CHAPTER AND NOT MISS ANY CONTRIBUTING PARTS OF THE PLOT!!!!! Thank you. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^
Numair woke that night and looked over to the figure sleeping soundly next to him. Daine was breatheing slowly, peacefully. He rolled over and wrapped his arms carefully around her, avoiding her hip, or so he thought. Her eyes opened slowly as she flinched.
"I'm so sorry dear, I didn't mean to touch your hip. Alanna told me you would feel even the smallest bump. Apparently she was right."
" It's all right." She muttered sleepily, her lips forming a gentle smile. She leaned over and kissed him deeply. Numair returned the kiss passionently, one hand resting on her upper arm. She was wearing a shirt of his with the sleaves cut off. He could feel her goosebumps from his caress.
She sighed, as if begging him to do it, for the gods knew she could not say yes, just as they knew she could not say no. She could not have been happier at that, or any other moment in time. She had everything she could ever need and more. He was the reason she lived, the reason she wasn't a goddess. She was his world, as he was her's and nothing could ever change that. But what could change is times effects. She was god-born and would likely live longer than most people. As it was she was already fourteen years younger than him. She sighed. All this was forgotten in an instant as he pulled her closer, till she felt as though she could not breathe, still she pressed herself to him, wishing that they could melt into eachother, together forever, together as one.
Numair had begun to slip his hand up the back of her shirt to rest his hand on her bare back.
(Let's just leave this before it becomes R and I have to change the rating, shall we?)
If you would like the rest of this scene then you are perverted and I pity you.