A/N: As usual, I would recommend putting the video on loop.

Waking up, (f/n) groaned a bit in her sleep and was already able to feel the soreness in her legs. It didn't help that they had slept on stone. There was a cloak there, but it didn't add too much comfort. Admittedly, the only real comfort that she had was from Tarhuinn, who was providing her much needed warmth. Maybe, they could find something in the short distance from the cave room to the third complex and trade it for some warmer clothes.

Her cold body only pressed more against him, and her tired mind didn't consider how embarrassing it was at the moment. It wasn't until she opened her eyes and noted how close her face was to his bare chest. Heat invaded her cheeks. She glanced up to his face, seeing that his eyes were still closed. His breathing seemed steady as well.

Looking forward again, the heat remained in her cheeks, but she didn't look away. He was asleep, so she could admire his well toned chest without his knowledge. Besides, he was her husband, so it wasn't like she was being weird in doing so. Gently, she ran her right fingers down his chest and occasionally peered up to see if he had awoken. Since he hadn't, she continued and stopped right above his naval. She went to draw her hand back up, but a hand caught her wrist.

Hesitantly, she glanced towards his face and noticed that his eyes were still closed. An amused smirk painted his lips as he brought her hand up towards them. He placed a light kiss on the back of her hand. "If you wished to feel my chest, (f/n), all you had to do was ask. I do enjoy the feeling of your delicate fingers running across my skin. We're in an unfair predicament, though."

Before she could respond, he opened his eyes and abruptly sat up while placing his hands on her hips. She cried out, startled, and discovered herself to be on his lap. The cloak fell down around them. Instantly, she tried to get it back, but Tarhuinn wrapped his right arm around her waist and held her to him. His left hand went under the fabric of her undershirt as it began to travel slowly upwards.

A chill ran up her spine while her cheeks felt like they were on fire. "Tar-tarhuinn, what a-are you d-doing?" she stuttered, pushing her hands against his chest.

"Giving my wife my affection, is that so wrong of me?" he remarked, leaning his face closer to hers.

She was about to argue back, but her words were cut off. Lips rested against her own. Her eyes widened for a moment as he tilted his head a little to deepen the kiss. His hand pressed more into her bare back, and she had to reach up to grab the front of her shirt since it was riding up some. Soon, though, she gave into the kiss.

One hand stayed on her shirt while the other rested against his chest. His lips slowly trailed away and down towards the right side of her neck. He placed feather-light kisses down her exposed skin. Hitting her soft spot, she unintentionally let out a soft moan. Tarhuinn paused for a moment before bringing his lips to the area again.

Biting and sucking at the area lightly, he took his time in leaving a mark there. This earned a series of light moans from his partner, who leaned her head on his right shoulder and rested her hands on his upper arms. Her shirt had ridden up a little more than expected, but she barely noticed due to her mind going into almost a daze.

Lips trailing down from the spot when he finished, he placed soft kisses along her shoulder before he started on marking her again. His hands moved up to her shirt sleeves. Steadily, they pulled down on the fabric. Her shirt began to lower, but it reached too low of a point for her. (F/n) managed to get a hold of her mind again and pushed against him roughly.

The action caught him off guard, causing his hands to slide from her upper arms. She fell backwards and landed on her bottom. Her hands supported her in a sitting position, but she speedily sat up and pulled her shirt sleeves back up. There was a small tear in the middle. If she had waited a few more moments, she might have been more exposed to him than her liking.

Even right now, she didn't like sitting by him in only her undergarments. Her mind had lost itself in the pleasure, and she could feel the two bruises starting to form. Swiftly, she grabbed her cloak before she wrapped it around her form. She couldn't meet his gaze nor could she even glance his way. Despite the frigid air, she felt warm. Her left fingers traveled up to the marks on her skin, feeling a few scratch marks from his teeth there. They didn't seem to be bleeding, however.

Going over to her and lifting her chin up, she tensed against his touch and held the cloak tighter around her. Her eyes looked to her left. "(F/n), I apologize. I was getting carried away."

Shaking her head, she mumbled, "I was ... enjoying it too ..., but I should've stopped you sooner. I was only ... encouraging you." Hesitantly, she met his gaze. She examined his dark blue eyes before she trailed her gaze to his lips. (F/n) leaned forward a bit and pecked him lightly there. Shyly, she pulled back and added, "I want to wait longer before we go to that step. So, for now, let's start the fighting training."

Receiving a nod from him, he let go of her and got to his feet. He headed over to his clothes, and she did the same, though; walking was painful. Her legs protested against every step. (F/n) wondered if she would be able to properly train today. She remained quiet, however, on her legs' condition since this might be the only training opportunity that she'll ever get from him.

Upon being done with changing, she was glad to have her dry clothes on her back again. Tarhuinn, fully clothed now, handed her some dried fruit and one of the bread rolls. He had an identical breakfast, and they still had two bread rolls left. When they finished eating, glanced around and figured that the smooth spot that they were on now would suffice.

Unsheathing one of his ten daggers, he closed the distance between them and told her to hold out her hands. She did so before he placed the blade onto them. The small weapon weighed more than she expected, but she would get used to it with time. (F/n) switched it to her right hand while she looked to him for instruction.

"We'll begin with holding techniques. First, we'll start with three forward grips. Right now, you're utilizing a forward grip called a hammer. Now, a forward grip is when your little finger opposes the blade. As for the hammer technique, your fingers are curled around the underside of the dagger, and your thumb is also around the handle while touching your forefinger.

"If I move your thumb to the spine of the handle, this is called a saber. A problem with this grip is the gap between your forefinger and thumb, making the grip not as stable. Should I move your thumb to the side of the blade, this is a modified saber. The clear issue here, especially with this small blade, is that your thumb can slide downwards and get injured on the blade during an attack.

"Concerning a reverse grip, it's when the thumb opposes the blade." He moved the blade in her hand until she was holding it in one of the positions. "Now with a one-sided blade, you could have the blade facing in or out, however; you're working with a dual bladed dagger. With this in mind, the blade will be facing both directions. Since this is the case, you might be striking towards yourself due to an in-strike, moving the enemy closer to you. There are also some unusual grips, but I want you to just focus on these. Do you have any questions?"

"No, I think that I understand it all."

"In that case, I want you to rest your legs before carrying on. During this, I'll call out the four grip techniques, and you will show me what they look like. In addition to this, I want you to practice with both hands. This will give you an advantage over an opponent. Once I feel that you're ready, I'll have you practice each."

Complying, she took a seat on the stone floor. Her legs were grateful for the action, and she started with the blade in her right. He took a seat across from her and began to call out the grips. Even after she had them all memorized, he continued the process. She figured that he was testing her ability to switch between the grips quickly. On a few times, she would nearly drop the blade, but she was getting the hang of it. Occasionally, he did have to step in and catch the blade so that she wouldn't accidentally harm herself.

"All right, I think that's enough. It will take practice for you to be quicker, but that's good for a beginner. We'll move onto striking now."

"What about throwing the daggers?"

"You don't need to worry about that. If we can attack from long range, I'll be attacking. Remember, I'm only teaching you this in case we're surrounded." Standing to his feet, he held out his right hand, and she took it. He lifted her up before she placed the blade in her right hand again to begin with.

"Hold the blade in a hammer grip." She followed his instruction. Walking over to her, he began to give instruction on the various strikes that she could deliver with such a grip. When they went through them, he moved onto the next style and did the same.