WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?
I know, such a lame title, but I can't think of anything better. Fast dribble for fun! Fluff fluff fluff. Implied anyway.
"What are you looking at?" Daine asked Alanna curiously. "In fact," Daine threw her hands up in the air in puzzlement. "Why has everyone been looking at me weirdly the whole day? I don't recall doing anything particularly scandalous of something that attracts attention the whole day..."
"Well..." Alanna said dryly. "It's not a matter of what you were doing in the day, but rather, what you did at NIGHT..."
"Last night?" Daine repeated, turning a deep crimson red. "How did they..."
Alanna turned Daine towards a nearby mirror. Daine peered at her image, "There's nothing on my face..."
"No, look lower," Alanna commanded and Daine dropped her gaze to her neck...
"I am SO going to kill Numair for leaving lovebites on my neck!" Daine shrieked.
"What are you looking at?" Daine demanded, grabbing Alanna by the arm and hauling her to a corner. "It's been weeks since I had marks on my neck and yet everyone is looking at me weirdly again! I was thrown out of bed at the crack of dawn to deal with some wyverns. I know I don't look my best when dragged out of bed, but still..."
"Well..." Alanna said dryly. "It's not a matter of you being dragged out of bed, but WHOSE bed..."
"WHOSE bed?" Daine repeated, her cheeks burning bright red.
Alanna turned Daine towards a nearby shield hanging on the wall that was sufficiently polished to allow one to see one's reflection. Daine scrutinised her image and put her hands on her hips, "There's nothing on my face nor my neck..."
"No," Alanna interrupted. "Lower. You're wearing Numair's shirt."