(A/N) CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88: Does any of this sound familiar?

Daine and Numair stood and bowed, out of respect not habit, and left the king's study. As soon as the door was closed and they were out of earshot, Numair turned to Daine and said, "Did you hear that; a whole month of vacation with just me and you!"
"I heard that. You get so excited so easily sometimes," Daine replied as they continued to walk towards Daine's room.
"Only excited by you," he said.
Daine reach out a hand to slap him but he caught it and kissed it instead. "Don't try to smooth your way out of this, master-mage."
Reaching Daine's room she hurried inside and closed the door on him. Instantly realizing that he was the strongest of the pair she locked the door on his. "Daine, sweetie, open the door," he asked politely. Daine giggled.
"Don't make me use my magic," he warned.
Daine giggled even harder but still wouldn't give. The handle glowed gold and clicked open. Daine found pressure being pushed upon her. She pushed with all her might but found the door opening inch by inch.
Numair finally gave one last heave and sent Daine tumbling to the ground. Quickly closing the door behind him and locking it with his magic and laid beside Daine.
"It's useless to fight me," he whispered. Daine turned over, smiling, and kissed him on the cheek. Numair stood up and picked Daine up in his arms. He sat both of them on the couch in her living area.
Daine snuggled toward Numair and he took it as a sign to hold her tighter; and he did.
"Numair, what is going to happen to us?" Daine asked.
"I don't know. What do you want to happen?" he replied.
"Je ne sais pas," Daine said.
"I guess we'll have to take it one step at a time," Numair supplied.
Daine nodded her head in agreement. She turned her head and looked at the mage. "Don't leave me tonight to night. Please don't leave me," Daine pleaded.
The mage looked at the person in his arms. She was no longer a girl. He had always known that. But now she was no longer a teenager. She was a woman in his eyes. And Numair knew how to treat women. "I'll never leave you," he said.
The afternoon passed quickly, Daine and Numair looking at her book of animal anatomy, and learning about giraffes. Night came and they were still on the couch, but sleeping this time, and morning found them different only to a blanket covering the pair.

The sun welcomed them out of their reverie and the knocking of someone on the door jerked them back to reality in an instant. "Go in my room," Daine said.
Numair silently padded into her room as Daine smoothed out the wrinkles and kinks in her hair, trying to make her seem normal. She opened the door to find Alanna standing there.
"Have you seen Numair?" she said with a mischievous glisten in her eye. "No one has seen him since he came to watch over you."
"I'm still here Alanna," floated Numair's voice from the balcony. "I'm still watching over my student." Numair put an emphasis on the last word.
Daine and Alanna went out onto the balcony to find him curled up in a chair with a thick wool blanket, made for the nights when Daine wanted to sleep outside.
"Ah, Numair, here you are. Did you have a fun night out here?" Alanna said indicating the balcony as she spoke.
"It was quite peaceful. I even my night here thoroughly," Numair replied, leaving no doubt that he had spent the night out on the balcony.
"Well then you should be refreshed for your full days work ahead of you; work in the stable," said Alanna. "I just came by to say good-bye."
Numair quickly stood up. "But Jon said you had clean-up duty too," he protested.
"Ah but I do master-mage. Don't get your breaches caught in a twist," she snapped. "It would be most unbecoming on your face. Don't think that Pirate's Swoop didn't suffer any damage or attacks. We were hit too, so Jon is sending me to tidy up the place a bit."
Numair glared at her as Daine gave Alanna a hug.
"Watch out for him," she whispered. "Make sure he doesn't get himself into trouble; especially with the ladies." Daine giggled and whispered back, "I think I can manage that."
"What are you two talking about?" Numair asked. The two pulled apart, innocent as the Graveyard Hag.
"Nothing of great importance to the likes of intelligent mages such as yourself, Numair. Only girl talk," Alanna replied.
"Sure," Numair said as he leaned down and gave Alanna a hug, not convinced at all.
"Well, I must be leaving. I've got lots of work to do at home," she said as she left Daine's room and shut the door behind her.
"Well that's not fair," Numair pouted.
Daine reached but her hands and put them on Numair's cheeks, shaking his head back and forth as she said, "Well at least you have me, Master SalmalĂ­n."
Moving her hands to clasp them around his neck, Numair replied, "And that's even better."
"What time is it?" Daine asked.
"After the eleventh hour. Alanna makes it a habit not to talk to anybody before then. She finally wakes up and stops her feral attitude around the eleventh hour," Numair replied.
"Come on. We'll go to the mess and get some lunch. Then we'll go to the barracks," Daine announced.
Numair meekly followed Daine towards the Rider's Mess, not questioning anything at all, awed by her sudden show of dominance and somewhat turned on by it.
Entering the mess, they grabbed their trays and loaded them with bread, soup, sandwiches, fruits, and pitchers of water. They took their heavy trays and looked for a place to sit. They found Raoul of Goldenlake and Malorie's Peak sitting alone at a table. Although being healed, he still looked like he had gotten quite a beating.
"Hello Raoul," Numair said placing his tray beside the Knight Commander.
"Hi," Daine said, not knowing the knight very well she didn't use his first name, and placed herself across from Numair.
"Hello," Raoul replied back. Daine began to eat, having nothing to say to this man, but Numair immediately engaged him in conversation.
"I heard that you encountered the snake at Port Legann," Numair commented peeling an apple with his ankle knife.
"Yes, I did. And I suppose you want to question me all about it," Raoul replied wearily.
Numair nodded and began shooter questions at the poor man faster than Daine could shoot her arrows. The girl smiled at the enthusiasm her teacher was showing for learning. He always encountered new things with curiosity and a will to discover all its secrets.
Daine soon finished her food and became bored. Numair saw that, and although he wanted to get the girl out of this situation that she detested, he couldn't resist the urge to learn more about the magical phenomenon in question.
Daine was startled to find a foot lightly resting on hers. She looked at Numair: he was avidly interrogating Raoul. She looked incredulously at Raoul: he was too busy trying to answer Numair's questions and he didn't seem like that type that could multi-task.
Daine pretended to drop her fork under the table. She ducked under and found that it was indeed Numair's foot that had so innocently bumped into hers. She came up without her fork and stared, dumbfounded, at her teacher. She quickly snapped out of her trance and realized what he was doing.
It was their game; one that Daine liked very much. She inched closer to the table so that she could raise her foot and caress his calves. Numair knew what she was doing and in return, had fun rubbing his foot gently across her thighs.
The situation that was unfolding was in a public place and both put them at too great a risk of being discovered. Daine pulled her body away from the table, so that Numair wouldn't be able to touch her, and he got the hint.
"Thank you very much Raoul, for your time. I hope I did not distress you about the duration and quantity of my interview. Hopefully the information that I have learned here will help to further my understanding of magic and how it is used," Numair said.
Continuing, he rose and said, "Daine and I must report to the Rider Barracks for assignment of duties. But it is inevitable that we will both be working with horses."
Daine rose and took her tray and then reached across the table for Numair's. As she took the trays to the washers Numair said their goodbyes to Raoul. They left the mess and walked to the barracks.