Travels Beyond Tortall
Chapter 4 – Interlude
By Silent Serenade
It's been more than a year. I suppose all of you should know that I actually am continuing on this piece of fan fiction which I've stared a long time ago. Right... This may be disappointing for those who are looking for a nice, long read, but this is of substantial quality! (Well, sort of...) Besides, it's just an Interlude, and I will get on with the story later on.
So read on, and without further ado, I present you the fourth chapter of Travels Beyond Tortall! Enjoy!
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Tamora Pierce. Plot belongs to me.
Dedication: This is for you, Lena, who encouraged me to stuff the Sailor Moon mushiness and write something else...
The fiery ball of flames was slowing sinking upon the foliage, casting a warm orange glow upon the otherwise dull scenery. The sky around the retiring globe was bursting with exuberance, the gloriously rich hues of affection sprayed across the heavens, swirling into the radiant ambiance.
Two young lovers dreamily watched the sunset, both with hidden passion burning in comparison to with view before where they sat, fingers entwined as a symbol of deep affection.
"Beautiful."
He slowly turned to study her relaxed features, tinted with the last dying rays of the sun when she breathlessly whispered almost inaudibly.
"It is nothing."
He spoke his choice of words slowly and carefully with a need to draw suspicion from her. He succeeded.
"Huh?"
A soft smile graced Numair's features and he gently played with her chestnut curls, absently twirling them with his long, slender fingers. He absolutely loved her puzzlement, the small pout on her lips, the way her face had hardened yet still showed that shine which only she possessed. He loved this woman.
"Nothing could rival your beauty."
"Oh?" She questioned curtly, raising an eyebrow to produce a better effect. "Not even your handsome build, your broad shoulders, your well-defined chin, your strong muscular arms, your husky voice, your gorgeous eyes?"
With each comment made, Daine slowly made her way closer to Numair, and finally wrapping her slim arms around his neck, eyes burning into his.
"You seduce me, temptress."
Her lips were mere inches within his reach, and they both knew as definite at the setting sun that he wanted her.
"And your tender, loving, yet intensely kissable lips?"
No, he needed her.
Self-control, pride, dignity and the male ego was one thing. Survival was another.
She was so close that she could hear every ragged breath he took, see the flick of the sun's last drops complimenting the shade of his eyes, feel the intensity between them.
Without a second thought, their lips met.
Yay for mushiness...