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Daine opened her eyes and put a hand to her forehead. Though the back of her hand was cool her forehead still was warm. Daine knew what had happened. She always felt this way after ma gave her a medicine that numbs pain and keeps her clam. She had used it when Daine was younger if she was hurt. Numair came in and smiled at her.

'Are we okay now?' He asked.

'I fell like a horse stepped on my head.' Daine replied.

'Well that's what you get for eating almost thirty cookies.' Daine winced as he made his comment.

'Oh, Numair I'm sorry, I forgot.' Daine kissed his cheek. 'Was I too much trouble?'

'No, you really weren't. I was just shocked. I've never seen you spin in circles so fast. And by the way, thanks to your mother's information, I've now learned that you could plenty well afford candy.'

'Not the kind I wanted.' Daine replied. 'Plus if I had told you the truth you never would have given me any.'

'Yah, well, after this afternoon, you're never having candy or cookies again.' Numair shuttered.

'I'm going to take a bath.' Daine yawned. 'Then a nap.'

'It's almost nine at night.' Numair told her.

'Fine. Then I'm going to bed.'

Daine filled the tub with warm water and her favorite bubbles. Most of the bubbles she put in smelled like calla lilies (AN: they're a type of lily. And my all time fave flower.), but the rest was a bit of Numair sent. She loved the way she ended up smelling. Like she originally smelled like calla lilies and she was just in Numair arms, with him holding her tight and kissing her sweetly. She picked up a bar of soap and her rag and washed the parts of her body she could reach. Daine found, after five minutes of fighting with herself, that she couldn't reach the middle of her back. She heard Numair out reading in bed. She knew he wouldn't mind at all scrubbing her back.

'Numair!' She called.

'Yes love?' He mocked her tone.

'Can you come here?' She made her voice sound distressed.

'Are you dressed?' Numair asked.

'Numair!'

'Alright I'm coming.' Numair came to the door. 'Yes?'

'Will you scrub my back please?' She gave him a pouty look.

'Why can't we do this ourselves?' He asked taking the rag.

'I can't reach.'

Daine moved her hair for him. Numair dipped the rag in the water and rubbed it against the soap. He realized that it was his soap and frowned. He didn't say anything to her because then she would make him go away. He gently rubbed her back with the rag and his breathing carefully slowed. He began to fell the passion he usually got when he was around her. He remembered that in a few months he would be able to do this any time he wanted, or when Daine wanted him to. He set the soap on the edge of the tub, but it fell into the tub. Numair took of his shirt and dipped his hand in the water.

Daine hadn't moved the entire time. She felt him press his chest against her back and she tried not to blush. Numair let his hands search around her body. His left hand went around her stomach, and Daine gasped. She looked over and leaned against him. Numair kissed the edge of her moth and stopped. Daine and him both caught their breath and Numair turned her so she was facing him. Numair undid his belt and breaches. Daine watched him and trembled. Numair slid into the tub with her. Daine was facing the mage and she tried to smile. Numair knew that she was still a little scared, or that she was felling the passion that he was. Numair pulled her on to his lap and finally found the bar of soap.

'Don't you ever forget how much I want you.' He whispered.

Daine let him put his forehead against her's. Daine wanted him to put his lips against her's but she couldn't get the strength to do it herself. Numair, finding this, chuckled. He pulled he close and continued rubbing her back with the rag. Daine let him do what ever he wanted. She had to admit that she liked the fact that Numair could control her body so easily. Numair juts washed her body and rubbed his cheek against her forehead. When he was done he sat back with a sigh and a smile. Daine was perfectly content to just sit there the rest of the night. She didn't want to say life, because that meant no babies or wedding. And that she wouldn't give up for the world. Especially if it was Numair she was marrying and his children she was having.

Numair suddenly got out of the tub and put a towel around his waist. Daine reached her arms up to him. Numair picked her up and magically dried her off. He carried her into the bedroom and laid her down on the bed. Daine sat up and waited for him to lay down with her. Thought he didn't. Numair walked out of the room and down to the kitchen. She heard him open a door and go down even more steps.

He was in the wine cellar. Something Diane didn't know if she liked or not. He had a huge collection of wine from everywhere down there. There was wine that was made almost a hundred years ago. She didn't know how to react when he brought one of those back up. He handed her a glass and laid down with her, taking off the towel. Numair put his arm so it was resting on the top of the pillows. He was able to finger Daine's shoulder like that. He watched her drink some and smiled. He wouldn't make her drink that much, but he did think she was beautiful when she did. Daine looked up at him and smiled. Numair kissed her and fingered her shoulder. Daine looked at his hand and leaned more into his grip. Numair put down his glass and rubbed her shoulders. Daine was surprised by this. She looked back at him confused.

'Numair?' She whispered.

'Sh, can't I do something for you once in a while?'

Numair kissed her left shoulder, then her right. Daine let him go and could fell his hand rub her body all the way down her back. It does fell good, she thought. Numair was quite content. I wish we were married, he thought. A voice in his head was telling him to wait to do anything until they were married. He never got that with anyone and now he really hated it. Daine was the one he wanted most in bed and now he was felling guilty and like he was doing something horrible.

Numair leaned back again and pulled her with him. He picked back up his glass and twirled the contents a bit. Daine looked up at him as she took another sip. She smiled and Numair took the glass from her. She looked like she knew he was going to bed her. Instead he surprised her and said something else.

'Go to sleep, magelet.' He told her.

'Are you sure?' Daine asked.

'You're not allowed out of my grip though.'

'I love you Numair.' She whispered.