Always And Forever
By: Midnight Maiden
(Disclaimer: T.P. owns all characters)
Holding Numair's hand Daine walked into the dining hall. As she looked around, fear raced her body. She wished she could pull away and run but he had a tight hold on her. She was glad he was making her do this, because she couldn't make herself. Seeing everyone's faces made her want to cry. She walked staring at the floor, biting her lip.
After what seemed to be an eternity they reached the head table and took their seats. Numair whispered something about that not being so bad, but she begged to differ. Her grip tightened on his hand for reassurance. People around her proceeded to small talk and she began to relax. Maybe she wasn't as big a deal as she made herself out to be.
Then again most of the people at her table were her friends. They had no reason to publicly humiliate her. Maybe she could come back and things would just be normal. But maybe the people behind her that she didn't know were whom she needed to worry about. After all, they didn't know anything about her. Rumors could easily fly. But rumors were irrelevant to her. Since when had she cared about rumors?
Someone tapped her shoulder and she looked up. Numair was staring at her. He had a slightly amused look on his face that infuriated her at the moment. "What is so funny?" She hissed quietly.
He shrugged. "You just haven't touched your food or joined in any conversation. You seem distracted."
"Well, I wonder why." She looked away sharply and put some rice on her fork. She wasn't hungry, but she forced the food anyway. During her thoughts she must have dropped Numair's hand. She searched under the table until she found it, and clung tightly. She heard him chuckle and continued eating.
When she started to think she wanted nothing more than to throw herself off a cliff, dinner was announced officially over. Sighing deeply she got up, excused herself, and left. Numair offered her an escort and she accepted. They were going to the same place after all.
He shut the door behind them and leaned against it. "Are you okay? Because I don't think you are."
She had started toward the bed, but decided he was more comfortable. She stood in front of him, leaning up against his strong form. "I just don't know where to take it from here. I don't know what to say to everyone. What do they want me to say?"
He turned her around and pushed the hair out of her face. A rush of warmth coursed through her at the look in his eye. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "They don't want you to say anything." He kissed her nose. "They just want you to be you." He found her lips. She nearly gasped at the passion concealed in them. "And stay."
For the first time, she found herself rendered speechless, heart pounding in her chest. Numair seemed to know and kissed her again. Heat roared through her body; she threw her arms around his neck. His hands moved from her face, down her arms, thumbs tracing her breasts, and rested on her hips. She shivered and he pulled her against him harder.
He lifted her slightly and walked her to the bed, laying her down and climbing on top of her. She did gasp as he started kissing her neck, nibbling gently. His hands moved to her blouse, which he unbuttoned slowly. She arced her back, pressing her breasts closer to him. As he continued to nibble, moving gradually downward she pulled up the shirt on his back. She was completely engulfed in passion as he continued his pursuit. But as he reached her breastband he pulled away, sitting up. She looked at him curiously. "Why'd you stop?" A tinge of hurt escaped in her tone.
Numair pulled her up and held her against him. "I can't," he whispered. "You just got back. We need to start over, take it slow." He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I don't want anything to go wrong."
"But it won't-" She started, but he hushed her, putting a finger to her lips. "Just wait," he whispered. Then he winked, completely breaking the mood. "Besides, things are always better when you wait."
Daine could accept that. In all honesty she had gotten carried away. Accepting her promptness she curled up against Numair, wrapping herself in blankets. He placed an arm around her and she snuggled into him deeper. Content and comfortable she fell asleep.
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Morning brought just what she knew it would. As she walked by groups of people they would stop talking and look at her. A sure sign of gossip. She let it glide right past her, choosing to appear ignorant. What they said was really unimportant in any case. She had much better friends than them that she needed to go see.
None of the ponies had died since she'd arrived. All of them had been given enough strength to live until she could properly heal them. Her last set was today. She jumped into their separate pasture and fixed them one by one. Just after completing her last pony she looked up. It was almost nightfall; the sun was setting.
She sighed and stood up. She hadn't eaten all day and she was hungry! Not to mention she felt like she'd been trampled. This group had been very large, but she'd just wanted to get it done. Now she was paying the price. She bid farewell to her patients and left, dirty and exhausted.
Numair came to support her when she stumbled in their door. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. She soon felt a water cup being pressed to her lips. Grapping the cup, she drank greedily, refreshing her dry throat. Next came bits of dried fruit and nuts, which she ate. When finished she closed her eyes and whispered, "Thanks Numair," before drifting off early.
Well guys finally that's chapter 4! What did you think? Go ahead and tell me by leaving a review. I really enjoy reading all of them. Even the flames (they help me improve). Now I can guarantee you that there will be no Chapter 5 until I have at least 22 reviews. I'm sorry my updates have been off, but my summer has been jam-packed. Thanks for understanding! ^_^ Peach
By: Midnight Maiden
(Disclaimer: T.P. owns all characters)
Holding Numair's hand Daine walked into the dining hall. As she looked around, fear raced her body. She wished she could pull away and run but he had a tight hold on her. She was glad he was making her do this, because she couldn't make herself. Seeing everyone's faces made her want to cry. She walked staring at the floor, biting her lip.
After what seemed to be an eternity they reached the head table and took their seats. Numair whispered something about that not being so bad, but she begged to differ. Her grip tightened on his hand for reassurance. People around her proceeded to small talk and she began to relax. Maybe she wasn't as big a deal as she made herself out to be.
Then again most of the people at her table were her friends. They had no reason to publicly humiliate her. Maybe she could come back and things would just be normal. But maybe the people behind her that she didn't know were whom she needed to worry about. After all, they didn't know anything about her. Rumors could easily fly. But rumors were irrelevant to her. Since when had she cared about rumors?
Someone tapped her shoulder and she looked up. Numair was staring at her. He had a slightly amused look on his face that infuriated her at the moment. "What is so funny?" She hissed quietly.
He shrugged. "You just haven't touched your food or joined in any conversation. You seem distracted."
"Well, I wonder why." She looked away sharply and put some rice on her fork. She wasn't hungry, but she forced the food anyway. During her thoughts she must have dropped Numair's hand. She searched under the table until she found it, and clung tightly. She heard him chuckle and continued eating.
When she started to think she wanted nothing more than to throw herself off a cliff, dinner was announced officially over. Sighing deeply she got up, excused herself, and left. Numair offered her an escort and she accepted. They were going to the same place after all.
He shut the door behind them and leaned against it. "Are you okay? Because I don't think you are."
She had started toward the bed, but decided he was more comfortable. She stood in front of him, leaning up against his strong form. "I just don't know where to take it from here. I don't know what to say to everyone. What do they want me to say?"
He turned her around and pushed the hair out of her face. A rush of warmth coursed through her at the look in his eye. He bent down and kissed her forehead. "They don't want you to say anything." He kissed her nose. "They just want you to be you." He found her lips. She nearly gasped at the passion concealed in them. "And stay."
For the first time, she found herself rendered speechless, heart pounding in her chest. Numair seemed to know and kissed her again. Heat roared through her body; she threw her arms around his neck. His hands moved from her face, down her arms, thumbs tracing her breasts, and rested on her hips. She shivered and he pulled her against him harder.
He lifted her slightly and walked her to the bed, laying her down and climbing on top of her. She did gasp as he started kissing her neck, nibbling gently. His hands moved to her blouse, which he unbuttoned slowly. She arced her back, pressing her breasts closer to him. As he continued to nibble, moving gradually downward she pulled up the shirt on his back. She was completely engulfed in passion as he continued his pursuit. But as he reached her breastband he pulled away, sitting up. She looked at him curiously. "Why'd you stop?" A tinge of hurt escaped in her tone.
Numair pulled her up and held her against him. "I can't," he whispered. "You just got back. We need to start over, take it slow." He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "I don't want anything to go wrong."
"But it won't-" She started, but he hushed her, putting a finger to her lips. "Just wait," he whispered. Then he winked, completely breaking the mood. "Besides, things are always better when you wait."
Daine could accept that. In all honesty she had gotten carried away. Accepting her promptness she curled up against Numair, wrapping herself in blankets. He placed an arm around her and she snuggled into him deeper. Content and comfortable she fell asleep.
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Morning brought just what she knew it would. As she walked by groups of people they would stop talking and look at her. A sure sign of gossip. She let it glide right past her, choosing to appear ignorant. What they said was really unimportant in any case. She had much better friends than them that she needed to go see.
None of the ponies had died since she'd arrived. All of them had been given enough strength to live until she could properly heal them. Her last set was today. She jumped into their separate pasture and fixed them one by one. Just after completing her last pony she looked up. It was almost nightfall; the sun was setting.
She sighed and stood up. She hadn't eaten all day and she was hungry! Not to mention she felt like she'd been trampled. This group had been very large, but she'd just wanted to get it done. Now she was paying the price. She bid farewell to her patients and left, dirty and exhausted.
Numair came to support her when she stumbled in their door. He picked her up and laid her on the bed. She soon felt a water cup being pressed to her lips. Grapping the cup, she drank greedily, refreshing her dry throat. Next came bits of dried fruit and nuts, which she ate. When finished she closed her eyes and whispered, "Thanks Numair," before drifting off early.
Well guys finally that's chapter 4! What did you think? Go ahead and tell me by leaving a review. I really enjoy reading all of them. Even the flames (they help me improve). Now I can guarantee you that there will be no Chapter 5 until I have at least 22 reviews. I'm sorry my updates have been off, but my summer has been jam-packed. Thanks for understanding! ^_^ Peach