Don't listen:
Numair stormed into his room and took off his shirt. Daine was in the dressing room, he could hear her. Numair picked up one of the vases and threw it against the wall. Daine let out a small scream. She came out of the dressing room looking quite shaken.
'Numair!' She gasped, 'What's wrong?' Diane put her hand on his cheek. She could feel how angry he was.
'Don't tell my mother and sister they can come to the wedding. My father can come, but not them.'
'Numair, clam down.' Daine said gently. 'Come take a bath with me. It'll make you fell better.'
Numair let her lead him into the bathroom. She undid her clothes and his shirt. She kissed him and turned on the water. She put in some bubbles. Out of no were Numair picked her up and set her in the tub. He said down with a sigh in between her legs. Daine wrapped her arms and legs around him, hoping to get him to clam down.
'What's wrong?' She whispered.
'My mother thinks you're a slut; my sister thinks you're spoiled. I just want to marry you, be the father of your children and be happy.' Numair rested back against her. ' My mother has other ideas.'
Diane kissed his neck. She rested her chin against his neck. He was unhappy. She know that she wanted to have his children and that she was always going to be happy. Daine looked at the ring on her finger. She looked back at Numair. He was unhappy, if there was nothing she could do than this was it.
'Numair, I don't think we should get married.' She whispered.
'No,' Numair said. 'We should. Don't let my mother bother you too. She's not allowed to come. We're going to get married, have children and be happy forever. I'll marry you, I don't care what anybody says or does. You're mine and you always will be.'
'We just won't listen.' Daine said.
'We'll never listen.' Numair murmured kissing her. 'Lets go prove that.'
Numair pulled her out of the tub and to the bed. He laid her down. Daine automatically lost her breath. It was going to be a very long night.
Numair stormed into his room and took off his shirt. Daine was in the dressing room, he could hear her. Numair picked up one of the vases and threw it against the wall. Daine let out a small scream. She came out of the dressing room looking quite shaken.
'Numair!' She gasped, 'What's wrong?' Diane put her hand on his cheek. She could feel how angry he was.
'Don't tell my mother and sister they can come to the wedding. My father can come, but not them.'
'Numair, clam down.' Daine said gently. 'Come take a bath with me. It'll make you fell better.'
Numair let her lead him into the bathroom. She undid her clothes and his shirt. She kissed him and turned on the water. She put in some bubbles. Out of no were Numair picked her up and set her in the tub. He said down with a sigh in between her legs. Daine wrapped her arms and legs around him, hoping to get him to clam down.
'What's wrong?' She whispered.
'My mother thinks you're a slut; my sister thinks you're spoiled. I just want to marry you, be the father of your children and be happy.' Numair rested back against her. ' My mother has other ideas.'
Diane kissed his neck. She rested her chin against his neck. He was unhappy. She know that she wanted to have his children and that she was always going to be happy. Daine looked at the ring on her finger. She looked back at Numair. He was unhappy, if there was nothing she could do than this was it.
'Numair, I don't think we should get married.' She whispered.
'No,' Numair said. 'We should. Don't let my mother bother you too. She's not allowed to come. We're going to get married, have children and be happy forever. I'll marry you, I don't care what anybody says or does. You're mine and you always will be.'
'We just won't listen.' Daine said.
'We'll never listen.' Numair murmured kissing her. 'Lets go prove that.'
Numair pulled her out of the tub and to the bed. He laid her down. Daine automatically lost her breath. It was going to be a very long night.