(A/N) I could make this longer, continuing with Daine's journey, or I
could keep it short and sweet. I do like the short and sweet thing better,
but if I get enough people telling me that they want me to continue, I
might consider it.
Numair lay awake and listened to the temple bells chime, telling him the time. He counted along as each gong reverberated across the valley. It was only ten o'clock at night, but he felt that he had been awake for a much longer time.
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Numair sighed and pushed the covers back from his bed. He sat up and leaned against the headboard at the top of his bed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up. He walked to the bookcase in the sitting room and picked out a book. He walked back to his bed chamber and lay on the bed.
He opened the book and started to read. But he could only concentrate on the subject for five minutes at a time. His thoughts kept slipping back to Daine. Numair never thought that he might have an attention disorder, so his lacking ability to concentrate was making him very frustrated.
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and years for the sleep that will never come
Numair grew so frustrated that he threw the book across the chamber and it hit the wall and fell to the ground, open. He pulled the covers over his head and tried to sleep once again, but he just lay awake. Numair thrust the covers back and decided to stare at the ceiling. Slowly, he felt his eyelids close with exhaustion.
Then the faint sound of a key turning in a lock threw him out of his stupor. There was only one other person with a key to his rooms than himself: Daine. Numair sat up and stared through the doorway to his sitting room and where the entrance to his suite was. He saw the handle turn slowly and he lay back down; Daine was obviously trying to sneak in, not wanting to be noticed. Numair turned on his side and tried to appear like he was sleeping.
Daine crept through the sitting room and into their bed chamber. She walked softly along to her side of the bed where there was a table that contained some of her belongings. She stopped when she reached the bed and said, "Stop acting like a bloody idiot, trying to pretend that you're asleep. I know that you're awake."
Numair turned over and stopped his charade. "What are you doing?" he asked softly.
"I'm getting my knife," Daine said while opening the bedside table.
"But I thought that you always had one on you," Numair said confused.
"I want my one from Raven Armories," Daine replied as she found the knife that she was looking for. She closed the drawer and walked out of the chamber. Numair jumped off the bed and walked after Daine. She grabbed by the arm and she turned around.
"Listen, Daine. I'm really sorry about this afternoon..." Numair apologized.
"It's nothing. I'm just glad I found out how you really felt sooner rather than later," Diane replied.
"But that's not how I felt. Daine, I truly love you. I don't want you to go because I don't want to loose you. I only said those things because I was angry," Numair explained.
"Well, those words didn't come out of nowhere. Did you think that if you said them, I would realize that I was wrong and you were right, and nothing else would come of it? Those words hurt Numair," Daine said, tears starting to fall from down her cheeks.
Numair pulled Daine into a tight hug and he could feel her tears wetting his shirt. Numair rubbed her back and whispered into her ear, "Please forgive me." He could feel Daine nod her acceptance.
Numair picked Daine up and took her into their bedroom and laid her on the bed. He lay down next to her and she cuddled against his form. "I'm still going on the mission," Daine said.
"Whatever you want to do in the morning, darling," Numair said, kissing the top of her head. "But tonight, we do what I want."
Daine lifted her head to see his face. There was a devilish twinkle in his eye. Daine caught on and gave him a seductive smile. "What do you say to doing something that we both want?" she asked him.
"I find that all the more pleasurable."
Numair lay awake and listened to the temple bells chime, telling him the time. He counted along as each gong reverberated across the valley. It was only ten o'clock at night, but he felt that he had been awake for a much longer time.
Oh lover, you should've come over
'Cause it's not too late
Numair sighed and pushed the covers back from his bed. He sat up and leaned against the headboard at the top of his bed. He swung his legs over the side of the bed and got up. He walked to the bookcase in the sitting room and picked out a book. He walked back to his bed chamber and lay on the bed.
He opened the book and started to read. But he could only concentrate on the subject for five minutes at a time. His thoughts kept slipping back to Daine. Numair never thought that he might have an attention disorder, so his lacking ability to concentrate was making him very frustrated.
Lonely is the room, the bed is made, the open window lets the rain in
Burning in the corner is the only one who dreams he had you with him
My body turns and years for the sleep that will never come
Numair grew so frustrated that he threw the book across the chamber and it hit the wall and fell to the ground, open. He pulled the covers over his head and tried to sleep once again, but he just lay awake. Numair thrust the covers back and decided to stare at the ceiling. Slowly, he felt his eyelids close with exhaustion.
Then the faint sound of a key turning in a lock threw him out of his stupor. There was only one other person with a key to his rooms than himself: Daine. Numair sat up and stared through the doorway to his sitting room and where the entrance to his suite was. He saw the handle turn slowly and he lay back down; Daine was obviously trying to sneak in, not wanting to be noticed. Numair turned on his side and tried to appear like he was sleeping.
Daine crept through the sitting room and into their bed chamber. She walked softly along to her side of the bed where there was a table that contained some of her belongings. She stopped when she reached the bed and said, "Stop acting like a bloody idiot, trying to pretend that you're asleep. I know that you're awake."
Numair turned over and stopped his charade. "What are you doing?" he asked softly.
"I'm getting my knife," Daine said while opening the bedside table.
"But I thought that you always had one on you," Numair said confused.
"I want my one from Raven Armories," Daine replied as she found the knife that she was looking for. She closed the drawer and walked out of the chamber. Numair jumped off the bed and walked after Daine. She grabbed by the arm and she turned around.
"Listen, Daine. I'm really sorry about this afternoon..." Numair apologized.
"It's nothing. I'm just glad I found out how you really felt sooner rather than later," Diane replied.
"But that's not how I felt. Daine, I truly love you. I don't want you to go because I don't want to loose you. I only said those things because I was angry," Numair explained.
"Well, those words didn't come out of nowhere. Did you think that if you said them, I would realize that I was wrong and you were right, and nothing else would come of it? Those words hurt Numair," Daine said, tears starting to fall from down her cheeks.
Numair pulled Daine into a tight hug and he could feel her tears wetting his shirt. Numair rubbed her back and whispered into her ear, "Please forgive me." He could feel Daine nod her acceptance.
Numair picked Daine up and took her into their bedroom and laid her on the bed. He lay down next to her and she cuddled against his form. "I'm still going on the mission," Daine said.
"Whatever you want to do in the morning, darling," Numair said, kissing the top of her head. "But tonight, we do what I want."
Daine lifted her head to see his face. There was a devilish twinkle in his eye. Daine caught on and gave him a seductive smile. "What do you say to doing something that we both want?" she asked him.
"I find that all the more pleasurable."