(A/N) No matter how little homework I have, I never seem to be able to find
time to write. AP Euro is so in depth that it takes forever to pick out the
info that you need. And I am the only kid left at my house which means I
have to clean more. So, what I'm trying to say is don't expect regular
updates. I'm known to be very sporadic and spontaneous. Oh, yeah. If I
owned any of this, why in the world would I be posting it on a FAN FICTION
website?
Numair had not touched any of his breakfast. The tray sat before him, his oatmeal, honey, and brown sugar were still perfect. Being the gentleman that he was, Numair had decided to wait for Daine to arrive before he would start eating. But Daine had not arrived. He was starting to get worried. Daine had said that she would see him at breakfast.
Numair had had enough. He was going to find out what happened to Daine. Onua saw him stalk out, and like the rest of the people present who were on top of their court gossip, thought that he was going to make up with Daine. Onua sighed and shook her head.
Numair's fast gait brought him to Daine's room in matter of minutes. He opened her door, one of only a few who had access to her room; the magic on her door permitted only those that had been cleared when the spell was cast.
He walked into her living area, his boots making but a sound on the soft carpet that covered the cold, stone floor. He saw Vinnie slinking around on the couch looking for a snack. Numair quickly scratched Vinnie behind the ears and heard the kitty purr. Smiling he reached into a belt pouch and pulled out a treat; he always wore a belt pouch filled with animal treats, a trait acquired from Daine.
Moving on to her room, Numair slowly and cautiously opened the door, making sure it was silent. He peered in and smiled. Daine was there on the bed, still asleep. During the night she had kicked off the covers, leaving her alone in the bed. Her black, silk nightgown clung mercilessly to her every curve on her not-so-petite frame.
Numair's hands were screaming for him to caress her sweet, milky skin, but proper etiquette was all that was restraining him. She was still his student, even if they did have feelings more her. To touch her without her consent and while she was sleeping, that thought was abhorring to Numair. He couldn't bring himself to do that because he didn't have the heart.
Daine was still so innocent and she knew nothing of the implications of that touch would mean. No, Numair could not do it. He could not corrupt her.
But the girl still laid there, a smile dancing upon her lips, sleeping so peacefully. You never know how much you love someone until you see them sleeping, in an absolute perfect state.
Daine's curls were strewn about her face but the way her eyes closed, her long eyelashes that seemed in themselves so alluring, her cheeks flushed a light pink from the cold, and her still lips seemed to allude to Numair of tales a winged women whose beauty was unmatched by none on earth, clad only in white silk, signifying their purity.
But if Daine was the likeness of one of these winged women, then she was absolutely not something for Numair to toy with. A woman with that much grace and beauty deserves to be cherished. Numair never had any plans to play with Daine, but at that moment he firmly resolved to adore the sleeping form in from of him with all his heart and his entire existence.
Numair walked to the side of her bed and lightly sat down. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Daine. Wake up."
The girl immediately began to stir. She woke up fully and found herself staring into intense, brown eyes. She instantly smiled and giggled a bit.
"What are you doing here?" she asked playfully.
"I'm here to wake you up. It's past the tenth bell," Numair answered.
Daine yelped and started to get out of bed.
"It's no use know. Breakfast is already over," he announced.
Daine frowned. "Well, what do you suggest that we do now?"
"Hmmm," Numair murmured. "Well, we could have a lesson right here."
"Okay," Daine replied. She got up and got fresh clothes out of her trunk. She stepped behind her screen and took off her nightgown. She threw it over the screen and pulled on her clothes.
She came around from the screen to find Numair folding her nightshirt and carefully placing in under her pillow. Daine smiled. His idiosyncrasies always made her grin.
She walked into her living room and Numair followed; they always had their lessons in the living room. Daine took a chair and straddled it, facing Numair. Her teacher took a seat on her couch.
"So, what's our lesson for today?" Daine asked.
'Well, the recent war has made me aware of the fact that you have never been trained on utilizing your magic in combat situations. I would like to try and teach you some techniques that would allow you to have an advantage over the enemy, with and without animal shape."
"Why wouldn't I use animal shape?" Daine asked.
"You will find that in some situations it is best for you to retain human status. You will be more useful fighting with a sword or bow and arrow, than with animals. Either way, you can ask still the People for help," Numair explained.
Daine nodded her head and Numair forged on.
"Say you are in one-on-one combat with a member of the opposing faction. Your size is a hindrance, so you will need to find some other way to overcome the enemy. Your swords are locked and he is pressing you down into a position that would render you helpless. What do you do?" the teacher asked.
The student looked befuddled.
"Okay. You may be a visual learning type of person. Example: come here Daine," Numair commanded.
Daine came willingly, still puzzled at what he was trying to do. Numair went over to the war and pulled from the racks two swords. He handed one to Daine and kept one for himself. He arranged their swords and to pressed his weight down on Daine, making her leaning back very far; he was demonstrating what he was trying to explain earlier.
Again he asked the question, "What do you do?" His face was so close to Daine that his breath tickled her face.
Daine laughed, but that was not the only reason why.
"That's such an easy question to answer," Daine said, as if Numair was asking what two plus two was.
Daine leaned forward and kissed Numair. This caught him off guard and he forgot his concentration on his sword. Quickly Daine stepped back and at the same time swung her sword in a semi-circle, flicking her sword up as it the end of her sword came close to the hilt of Numair's sword. His sword went flying up and Daine caught is gracefully.
She crossed the two swords in front of her and said, "And that is the answer to your question."
"Oh," Numair replied. "You seduce the enemy?"
"No only you."
"Because I am so easily seduced?"
"Only by me, as you so wonderfully demonstrated a few moments ago," Daine said smiling sweetly.
Numair shook his head at being caught in her trick. "I am not easily seduced."
"Oh yes you are."
"I don't think so," Numair said loftily.
Daine reached up and put her hand around his neck. She pulled him closer to herself and kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around her and Daine began to push him to the couch. She gently forced him down and lay on top of him. She abruptly stopped.
"It was a trick," she said. "Well, Master Mage. You are easy to seduce. Now, have a nice day."
Daine got off Numair and the couch and walked out of her room.
"Why are you leaving?" Numair asked.
"That's your problem. Figure it out yourself," the little sass said from the hall.
"Daine!" Numair protested.
The girl stuck her head back in the room. "You called?"
"Yes, because we have lessons to continue, but you are not taking them seriously."
"I'm sorry Numair," Daine apologized.
"You are forgiven this time. Now come here and let's finish the lesson."
Daine came in from the hall and sat down on her couch next to her teacher. Numair put his arm around her shoulder. Daine leaned both of them back so that they were lying on the couch.
"You executed the proper technique for getting yourself out of that predicament, Magelet," Numair said. His nickname for her made her smile. Numair had always been calling her that, but after the confessed their love for each other the name seemed more intimate, like their own little secret in their own little world; a world that no one else knew existed.
Daine put her head against Numair's chest.
"Jonathon promised us vacation after we helped clean up. He never said anything else about you helping besides healing the horses. And you healed all of them, right?" Daine nodded her head in response.
"Well, I propose that we down the coast to my home. I haven't been there in a long time and I fear it's been neglected."
"Really? You want us to go down there?" Daine asked.
"I would be most obliged if you would accompany me on my trip. The books and research that I need for my latest experiment are at the tower and I have need of them."
"Are you going to pay more attention to me or your studies?" Daine asked, pretending to pout.
"I don't know. I haven't the faintest inkling of which has captured my affections more admirably," Numair teased.
"What?" Daine said, not understanding what he had just said.
"You. I will be paying attention to you."
"Let's go then."
(A/N) When I said "not-so-petite frame", I meant that Daine was not some flat-chested girl with no butt; but neither does she have a ghetto booty or Pam Anderson breasts. Vive la revolution!! Danton, Danton!! I love AP Euro. It is the best class in the world.
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88: I forgot to tell you this today. Trash cans at my school either hate me or love me because I ran into another one today. I hope that made your day. Especially after that Biology paper you had to write. It was biology, I think.
Numair had not touched any of his breakfast. The tray sat before him, his oatmeal, honey, and brown sugar were still perfect. Being the gentleman that he was, Numair had decided to wait for Daine to arrive before he would start eating. But Daine had not arrived. He was starting to get worried. Daine had said that she would see him at breakfast.
Numair had had enough. He was going to find out what happened to Daine. Onua saw him stalk out, and like the rest of the people present who were on top of their court gossip, thought that he was going to make up with Daine. Onua sighed and shook her head.
Numair's fast gait brought him to Daine's room in matter of minutes. He opened her door, one of only a few who had access to her room; the magic on her door permitted only those that had been cleared when the spell was cast.
He walked into her living area, his boots making but a sound on the soft carpet that covered the cold, stone floor. He saw Vinnie slinking around on the couch looking for a snack. Numair quickly scratched Vinnie behind the ears and heard the kitty purr. Smiling he reached into a belt pouch and pulled out a treat; he always wore a belt pouch filled with animal treats, a trait acquired from Daine.
Moving on to her room, Numair slowly and cautiously opened the door, making sure it was silent. He peered in and smiled. Daine was there on the bed, still asleep. During the night she had kicked off the covers, leaving her alone in the bed. Her black, silk nightgown clung mercilessly to her every curve on her not-so-petite frame.
Numair's hands were screaming for him to caress her sweet, milky skin, but proper etiquette was all that was restraining him. She was still his student, even if they did have feelings more her. To touch her without her consent and while she was sleeping, that thought was abhorring to Numair. He couldn't bring himself to do that because he didn't have the heart.
Daine was still so innocent and she knew nothing of the implications of that touch would mean. No, Numair could not do it. He could not corrupt her.
But the girl still laid there, a smile dancing upon her lips, sleeping so peacefully. You never know how much you love someone until you see them sleeping, in an absolute perfect state.
Daine's curls were strewn about her face but the way her eyes closed, her long eyelashes that seemed in themselves so alluring, her cheeks flushed a light pink from the cold, and her still lips seemed to allude to Numair of tales a winged women whose beauty was unmatched by none on earth, clad only in white silk, signifying their purity.
But if Daine was the likeness of one of these winged women, then she was absolutely not something for Numair to toy with. A woman with that much grace and beauty deserves to be cherished. Numair never had any plans to play with Daine, but at that moment he firmly resolved to adore the sleeping form in from of him with all his heart and his entire existence.
Numair walked to the side of her bed and lightly sat down. He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Daine. Wake up."
The girl immediately began to stir. She woke up fully and found herself staring into intense, brown eyes. She instantly smiled and giggled a bit.
"What are you doing here?" she asked playfully.
"I'm here to wake you up. It's past the tenth bell," Numair answered.
Daine yelped and started to get out of bed.
"It's no use know. Breakfast is already over," he announced.
Daine frowned. "Well, what do you suggest that we do now?"
"Hmmm," Numair murmured. "Well, we could have a lesson right here."
"Okay," Daine replied. She got up and got fresh clothes out of her trunk. She stepped behind her screen and took off her nightgown. She threw it over the screen and pulled on her clothes.
She came around from the screen to find Numair folding her nightshirt and carefully placing in under her pillow. Daine smiled. His idiosyncrasies always made her grin.
She walked into her living room and Numair followed; they always had their lessons in the living room. Daine took a chair and straddled it, facing Numair. Her teacher took a seat on her couch.
"So, what's our lesson for today?" Daine asked.
'Well, the recent war has made me aware of the fact that you have never been trained on utilizing your magic in combat situations. I would like to try and teach you some techniques that would allow you to have an advantage over the enemy, with and without animal shape."
"Why wouldn't I use animal shape?" Daine asked.
"You will find that in some situations it is best for you to retain human status. You will be more useful fighting with a sword or bow and arrow, than with animals. Either way, you can ask still the People for help," Numair explained.
Daine nodded her head and Numair forged on.
"Say you are in one-on-one combat with a member of the opposing faction. Your size is a hindrance, so you will need to find some other way to overcome the enemy. Your swords are locked and he is pressing you down into a position that would render you helpless. What do you do?" the teacher asked.
The student looked befuddled.
"Okay. You may be a visual learning type of person. Example: come here Daine," Numair commanded.
Daine came willingly, still puzzled at what he was trying to do. Numair went over to the war and pulled from the racks two swords. He handed one to Daine and kept one for himself. He arranged their swords and to pressed his weight down on Daine, making her leaning back very far; he was demonstrating what he was trying to explain earlier.
Again he asked the question, "What do you do?" His face was so close to Daine that his breath tickled her face.
Daine laughed, but that was not the only reason why.
"That's such an easy question to answer," Daine said, as if Numair was asking what two plus two was.
Daine leaned forward and kissed Numair. This caught him off guard and he forgot his concentration on his sword. Quickly Daine stepped back and at the same time swung her sword in a semi-circle, flicking her sword up as it the end of her sword came close to the hilt of Numair's sword. His sword went flying up and Daine caught is gracefully.
She crossed the two swords in front of her and said, "And that is the answer to your question."
"Oh," Numair replied. "You seduce the enemy?"
"No only you."
"Because I am so easily seduced?"
"Only by me, as you so wonderfully demonstrated a few moments ago," Daine said smiling sweetly.
Numair shook his head at being caught in her trick. "I am not easily seduced."
"Oh yes you are."
"I don't think so," Numair said loftily.
Daine reached up and put her hand around his neck. She pulled him closer to herself and kissed him passionately. He wrapped his arms around her and Daine began to push him to the couch. She gently forced him down and lay on top of him. She abruptly stopped.
"It was a trick," she said. "Well, Master Mage. You are easy to seduce. Now, have a nice day."
Daine got off Numair and the couch and walked out of her room.
"Why are you leaving?" Numair asked.
"That's your problem. Figure it out yourself," the little sass said from the hall.
"Daine!" Numair protested.
The girl stuck her head back in the room. "You called?"
"Yes, because we have lessons to continue, but you are not taking them seriously."
"I'm sorry Numair," Daine apologized.
"You are forgiven this time. Now come here and let's finish the lesson."
Daine came in from the hall and sat down on her couch next to her teacher. Numair put his arm around her shoulder. Daine leaned both of them back so that they were lying on the couch.
"You executed the proper technique for getting yourself out of that predicament, Magelet," Numair said. His nickname for her made her smile. Numair had always been calling her that, but after the confessed their love for each other the name seemed more intimate, like their own little secret in their own little world; a world that no one else knew existed.
Daine put her head against Numair's chest.
"Jonathon promised us vacation after we helped clean up. He never said anything else about you helping besides healing the horses. And you healed all of them, right?" Daine nodded her head in response.
"Well, I propose that we down the coast to my home. I haven't been there in a long time and I fear it's been neglected."
"Really? You want us to go down there?" Daine asked.
"I would be most obliged if you would accompany me on my trip. The books and research that I need for my latest experiment are at the tower and I have need of them."
"Are you going to pay more attention to me or your studies?" Daine asked, pretending to pout.
"I don't know. I haven't the faintest inkling of which has captured my affections more admirably," Numair teased.
"What?" Daine said, not understanding what he had just said.
"You. I will be paying attention to you."
"Let's go then."
(A/N) When I said "not-so-petite frame", I meant that Daine was not some flat-chested girl with no butt; but neither does she have a ghetto booty or Pam Anderson breasts. Vive la revolution!! Danton, Danton!! I love AP Euro. It is the best class in the world.
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88: I forgot to tell you this today. Trash cans at my school either hate me or love me because I ran into another one today. I hope that made your day. Especially after that Biology paper you had to write. It was biology, I think.
