A/N: Just for the record, I was gonna be evil and leave you guys hanging for another week, but well, I can't do it.. grr. I think I'm going soft with all this fluff I'm writing. Its ridiculous! Where have all my great sad fic ideas gone? *sigh* Okay on to the fic, as always please tell me what you think.
Disclaimer: *tear*Wish I could say, but I couldn't, their not mine, all Tamora's (Her you guys that was supposed to be some form of a rhyme…at least I'm good at fluff right? *crickets chirp* Er…all right let's say I just go ahead and write the fic?*silence* It's because its 9a.m. isn't it?)
Summery: Daine is gone, er, crazy because she turned into a wolf during mating season, and those feelings didn't stop when she became human, what's a Numair to do? Well I know what YOU'RE thinking (eww by the way J) but poor little Numy Wumy is just too decent…or is he?
Numair thought quickly, in a few moments, he would no longer be able to think, or make rational decisions.
"Damn buttons," Daine muttered. Numair tried to wriggle away from her, but she grabbed him and gave him a seductive smile. "Don't get too impatient, you could help me with this…"
"Daine, wait, could we just talk a moment," Numair tried. Daine looked wicked, wicked and naked, very naked. No, thought Numair, I have to be rational when she cannot be.
"Talk?" Daine asked. She slithered up his body, yes slithered, and whispered into his ear. Numair felt a small blush creeping onto his face.
"I…I didn't k...know you could do t…that…" Numair stuttered. Daine laughed. Numair knew he had to do something…quick.
Daine sat up suddenly, she was having such a good time with Numair, even if his breeches were stupid little… but where had he gone? He was there one moment and gone the next. Then she saw the hawk. It wasn't really a hawk of course, it was too big. It was Numair as she had first seen him. She growled in protest. She wasn't in the mood to play games, she was in the mood to play Numair. She smiled at the thought. The Numair-hawk flew into a tree. She frowned. In the tree the hawk turned back into Numair. At least he was rid of those horrid pants. She was about to follow him, when he started speaking. Stupid speaking.
"Daine, I'm sorry, but I can't let it happen like this. You're not in your right mind," Numair sighed and cast a deep sleep spell on Daine. He had learned it from Alanna, he hoped it worked. Daine let out one last protest and fell to the ground in exhaustion.
Numair climbed down from the tree and put Daine under the covers on the bed roll. Then Numair went to the stream to clean himself. The very cold stream.
Daine woke to the sounds of the pack assembling for a hunt. She stretched, it was just past dawn. She had such an odd dream, she would have to tell Numair about it if she could, it was a little embarrassing. She looked around for him. He wasn't in her bedroll and she couldn't smell cooking food. She looked over and saw him a little ways away curled in a blanket. Daine was very confused, she threw back her blankets to walk over there and wake him and abruptly pulled the covers back over her. She didn't have any clothes on! She and Numair hadn't done anything. She would know, she would remember that, but then this must mean that last night…that wasn't a dream.
"Oh Numair!" she moaned and hit herself in the head. "Ah, what was I thinking," Daine fell back amongst the blankets. Numair woke up at the sound of his name. He walked over to Daine. He was clothed.
"Daine?" he asked, sitting beside her and tentatively placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Numair,' she cried, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I didn't know or I wouldn't have gone." Numair knew she was back to herself. He gathered her up and hugged her gently.
"It's alright love, nothing happened," he muttered in her ear. Daine sighed and got back under covers, Numair joined her. They lay in silence for a few moments.
"I couldn't help it. It was like I was under some kind of spell. That's all I wanted, all I could think of," she explained after a moment. She played with the collar of his shirt idly. "It was like a fire inside me. It was burning me up and all I knew was that I had to put in out." She gripped his shirt in her fist, trying to make him understand how strong the need had been. It had consumed her. "That's all I could feel, like when you have a bad cold and it fills your brain and your chest and you can feel it in your arms and legs and…" she trailed off. Her hands hand untucked his shirt. Now when had that happened? She wanted to see his chest. She began pulling his shirt off. She just wanted to see his chest. "It clogs your brain and you can't think right, you don't have rational thoughts. Its just burning down there and you have to put it out, but it's a good feeling…" For some reason her voice was getting softer and huskier. It was becoming easier to remember last night. "I went on a run with Brokefang, it only took me a moment after the change to realize there was something off, but I didn't think it would effect me, after I became human. We went running and then after a while Brokefang and Frostfur left us, and by then I could barley take it, I had to leave the other wolves I had to become human, so that these over powering feelings would stop, because I couldn't handle it." The buttons on his pants had been so complicated last night, she wondered if they were always like that. His fingers trailed up and down her side and hers danced on his chest. "Then I came back, and I saw you, sleeping there." She swallowed, it was getting hard to talk." And I couldn't help myself. It was in me too strong, I was still too animal." She laid her head on his chest. It was so warm. "It was passion, burning through my bones. Do you understand?" She looked up at his eyes for the first time during her explanation. In that moment she knew he understood. She could see the fire in his eyes, the needs, the wants, but still love. Sweet and unconditional love. She kissed him, softly and he responded. And for what seemed like forever and a moment they kissed, and his hands hands begun to travel farther and farther and somehow his breeches were gone.
"Daine?" he questioned her. Daine knew what he was asking. This, now, after this moment she would not longer be pure, her innocence really gone. Was she prepared for that? She looked into his eyes. Dark pools of love for her. He had stopped himself, for her, and she knew how hard it was to ask. And she knew. No one was innocent forever, but purity was in love, and that she had.
"Yes. Yes, Numair, I love you," she kissed him fiercely. They needed no more questions, they had no more unsure, halting steps. They knew and that was enough.
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A/N: Finally! Geez took them long enough! I hope this is satisfying your fluff factor, hmm almost bordering on smut…wow. Well who knows? What next? I'm taking requests. I'm not going to write out and out PWP hard core smut or anything, so sorry if that's what you wanted. I'm not ready for that! But any fluffy situations or moderate plot even, its all request and dedication hour…er…week or whatever. Anyway review, comments and requests.
~~Topazwolf~~
Real love isn't brains, children. It's blood. It's blood screaming inside you to work its will.--Spike, BtVS