Post by domluvr on Apr 3, 2010 17:09:33 GMT 10
Title: Midwinter Wars II
Rating: PG
Length: 776 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Kel and Dom team up in the snowball fight.
With their large, three-sided fort built, Kel began to rapidly build up their ammunition. As she hastily formed a stack of snowballs, Dom was sketching some plans on the ground between them. He was giving suggestions for defensive strategy in the event that the other two groups aggressively attacked from both sides.
“Do we really need all this preparation for a snowball fight?” She whispered. Dom stopped his defensive planning to meet her eyes. Her stomach flip-flopped but she forced herself to maintain eye contact.
“Keladry, this isn’t a snowball fight. It’s war.”
“Right…”
She returned her focus to building ammunition supplies.
Dom peered around his side of the fort. “They have been done their forts for a while. I think they’re up to something,” he whispered, kneeling next to Kel so their legs were touching.
“Well of course they are. We are at war.” Kel laughed at his expression of mock-shock as he hastily began helping her make snowballs.
“Need more. Gotta have more. Not enough. More more more,” Dom was muttering to himself.
Kel tossed a snowball at the side of his head. “Now there’s one less,” she whispered, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her serious expression.
Dom wiped the wet from his face with the back of a gloved hand. “No fair!” he hissed. “I’m on your team! I’m supposed to be able to trust you.” He glared at her, but there was humor in his eyes.
“Well, then I shall earn back your trust by following you unquestioningly in your attempt to take victory in this Great Midwinter War,” she teased, bowing awkwardly from her kneeling position. Gods, am I flirting with him? She felt her face flush at her uncharacteristic behavior. Why did it seem like she was blushing a lot that day?
Dom looked thoughtful. “In that case, let’s head out for surprise attack! We’ll go for Seaver and Merric head-on!” He scooped up an armful of snowballs and made to stand up.
She gripped his shoulder, keeping him down in the protected area of their fort. “But that’s a suicide mission! Neal and Owen will pelt us! We’ll have no defense!”
“You vowed to follow me unquestioningly,” he reminded her, grinning.
Sighing, she scooped up her own armful of ammunition and followed close behind him as he crept around their protective wall.
When they were halfway to Merric and Seaver’s fort, Kel and Dom were under major attack, with four sets of arms throwing snowballs relentlessly. Kel and Dom quickly threw what they carried, but were at an obvious disadvantage. Most of their attempts hit the protective forts, and they quickly ran back under the protection of their own fort. Dom let her run in front of him so he could protect her back from the continuing assault.
“Maybe that wasn’t well thought-out,” Dom panted, as he collapsed next to her behind their fort.
Kel giggled and threw her soaking gloves at him. She took a quick look around her wall. Seeing no oncoming assault, she laid down on her back with her arms above her head. “Really? If only someone had mentioned that before we left!” Dom rolled his eyes and peeled off his own gloves. She watched him run his fingers through his black hair, pushing his wet locks from his face. She looked up at the sky before he caught her staring.
“What are you complaining for? You are no way as wet as I am.” He lay down next to her, propping himself up on his elbow.
“Well, that’s only fair, considering it was you that-”
Suddenly Dom’s hands were on her shoulders, pinning her to the ground. Having been successfully taken by surprise, Kel forgot what she had been talking about. She was lost in his blue eyes, for she-didn’t-know-how long.
Water dripped from his hair onto her face. He gently brushed the water away from her cheek with his fingertips. Her breath quickened, and she was sure that her fellow pages would be able to hear her heartbeat from across the courtyard. The flirtatious twinkle in his eyes was replaced by something quite different; her skin burning everywhere their bodies were making contact.
She was fully aware of the contrast of the cold snowy ground on her back, and the heavy warmth of his body resting over her. He shifted so his weight rested on his elbows, which were on either side of her face; his eyes never left hers.
He seemed hesitant. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, signaling that it was okay. He smiled and leaned down, covering her cold lips with his own.
Rating: PG
Length: 776 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Kel and Dom team up in the snowball fight.
With their large, three-sided fort built, Kel began to rapidly build up their ammunition. As she hastily formed a stack of snowballs, Dom was sketching some plans on the ground between them. He was giving suggestions for defensive strategy in the event that the other two groups aggressively attacked from both sides.
“Do we really need all this preparation for a snowball fight?” She whispered. Dom stopped his defensive planning to meet her eyes. Her stomach flip-flopped but she forced herself to maintain eye contact.
“Keladry, this isn’t a snowball fight. It’s war.”
“Right…”
She returned her focus to building ammunition supplies.
Dom peered around his side of the fort. “They have been done their forts for a while. I think they’re up to something,” he whispered, kneeling next to Kel so their legs were touching.
“Well of course they are. We are at war.” Kel laughed at his expression of mock-shock as he hastily began helping her make snowballs.
“Need more. Gotta have more. Not enough. More more more,” Dom was muttering to himself.
Kel tossed a snowball at the side of his head. “Now there’s one less,” she whispered, biting the inside of her cheek to keep her serious expression.
Dom wiped the wet from his face with the back of a gloved hand. “No fair!” he hissed. “I’m on your team! I’m supposed to be able to trust you.” He glared at her, but there was humor in his eyes.
“Well, then I shall earn back your trust by following you unquestioningly in your attempt to take victory in this Great Midwinter War,” she teased, bowing awkwardly from her kneeling position. Gods, am I flirting with him? She felt her face flush at her uncharacteristic behavior. Why did it seem like she was blushing a lot that day?
Dom looked thoughtful. “In that case, let’s head out for surprise attack! We’ll go for Seaver and Merric head-on!” He scooped up an armful of snowballs and made to stand up.
She gripped his shoulder, keeping him down in the protected area of their fort. “But that’s a suicide mission! Neal and Owen will pelt us! We’ll have no defense!”
“You vowed to follow me unquestioningly,” he reminded her, grinning.
Sighing, she scooped up her own armful of ammunition and followed close behind him as he crept around their protective wall.
When they were halfway to Merric and Seaver’s fort, Kel and Dom were under major attack, with four sets of arms throwing snowballs relentlessly. Kel and Dom quickly threw what they carried, but were at an obvious disadvantage. Most of their attempts hit the protective forts, and they quickly ran back under the protection of their own fort. Dom let her run in front of him so he could protect her back from the continuing assault.
“Maybe that wasn’t well thought-out,” Dom panted, as he collapsed next to her behind their fort.
Kel giggled and threw her soaking gloves at him. She took a quick look around her wall. Seeing no oncoming assault, she laid down on her back with her arms above her head. “Really? If only someone had mentioned that before we left!” Dom rolled his eyes and peeled off his own gloves. She watched him run his fingers through his black hair, pushing his wet locks from his face. She looked up at the sky before he caught her staring.
“What are you complaining for? You are no way as wet as I am.” He lay down next to her, propping himself up on his elbow.
“Well, that’s only fair, considering it was you that-”
Suddenly Dom’s hands were on her shoulders, pinning her to the ground. Having been successfully taken by surprise, Kel forgot what she had been talking about. She was lost in his blue eyes, for she-didn’t-know-how long.
Water dripped from his hair onto her face. He gently brushed the water away from her cheek with his fingertips. Her breath quickened, and she was sure that her fellow pages would be able to hear her heartbeat from across the courtyard. The flirtatious twinkle in his eyes was replaced by something quite different; her skin burning everywhere their bodies were making contact.
She was fully aware of the contrast of the cold snowy ground on her back, and the heavy warmth of his body resting over her. He shifted so his weight rested on his elbows, which were on either side of her face; his eyes never left hers.
He seemed hesitant. She reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, signaling that it was okay. He smiled and leaned down, covering her cold lips with his own.
Maybe once we'd have seen it during Smackdown!