Warrior Wives
A/N: Hello all! This isn't exactly fluffy, but it's still rather funny. This is a Daine/Numair Raoul/Buri Kel/Neal story.
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone in this story or anything to do with Tamora Pierce.
"Numair, I'm going to get something to drink, would you like any?" Daine asked, getting up from her chair.
"Oh, no, love. Let me get it." Numair said as he gently settling Daine back into her chair and headed over to the table holding refreshments.
Raoul hid smirk behind his hand as his newly-married friends got up. Buri eyed Raoul with a mischievous look before speaking. "Dearest, would you mind getting me something to drink as well?" Buri asked her husband sweetly.
"Well, Numair is getting drinks." Raoul said.
"Yes, dear, but Numair only has two hands." Buri said firmly.
Raoul eyed his wife and decided that there was no way out of his assignment. He stood up, defeated and headed after Numair as Buri and Daine giggled quietly. When the two men reached the table that held refreshments they found Neal there, leaning against the table and smirking superiorly. "What are you looking at, Queenscove?" Raoul growled as he filled two cups with cider.
"Oh, I was just thinking of something absolutely hilarious." Neal said, still smirking.
"And that wouldn't have anything to do with us would it?" Numair asked, also filling glasses with cider.
"As a matter of fact, it does. I was just thinking how funny it was that two of the most powerful men it Tortall are at the beck and call of their warrior wives." Neal drawled.
"You're one to talk. You married Kel." Raoul pointed out.
"Yes, but my lady doesn't have me whipped like you two." Neal said, the smirk never leaving its place.
"We aren't whipped, we simply enjoy doing things for our women. Don't you ever do anything for Kel?" Numair replied.
"Of course I do, but I do it of my own free will. Unlike the two of you 'Dearest, would you mind getting me something to drink?''" Neal made his voice high-pitched and breathy.
"Sorry, my hands are full. You'll have to get your own." Raoul said to Neal.
Neal scowled. "Still, it's nice to know who wears the pants in your relationship, isn't it?"
Numair and Raoul suddenly got odd looks on their faces. They looked like they were fighting hard to hold back laughter. "What?" Neal asked confused, "What's so funny?"
"Speaking of warrior wives…" Numair managed to say.
Neal turned around to find that his own wife was standing behind him. "Oh! Hello, love." Neal said quickly.
"Hello, Numair, Raoul. Neal, didn't you say you were going to get something for us to drink?" Kel asked.
"Yes, love, right here. I was just talking to my friends." Neal sounded almost like a naughty child caught in the act.
"Alright, but you've left off in the middle of your conversation with Harailt. Come on." Kel told him, leaving no room for argument.
"Of course." Neal said picking up two cups of cider and following Kel, glaring back over his shoulder as Numair and Raoul began to snicker.
Their laughing ended abruptly however. "Raoul? Where'd you go?" Buri called.
"Numair, were you coming back?" Diane called after Buri.
With a jump the two men headed back to their wives, careful not to spill any cider.
A/N: lol, okay, this one made me laugh… I hope you guys enjoyed it too.