Post by domluvr on Apr 3, 2010 4:58:40 GMT 10
Title: Assistance
Rating: PG-13
Length: 527 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Dom needs an opinion; Kel needs help.
Dom's POV
I was whistling quietly on my way back to my room from the knights’ wing. I was so happy Meathead had leant me his blue tunic for the ball tomorrow night. It would look far better on me than on him anyway.
As I rounded the last corner in the wing, I paused in front of Kel’s door, wondering if I should pop in and get her opinion on the new tunic. I knew it would look good on me, but I loved when she offered me compliments. I still couldn’t believe I would be escorting her to the ball!
Hearing an exasperated cry emitting from inside, I couldn’t help but grin as I decided it was a lovely time for a visit. Hopefully she would be all flushed from whatever was agitating her. She was so beautiful when she was flushed. I raised a fist and knocked loudly.
Kel's POV
My shoulders ached from trying to reach behind me. I just couldn’t get the strings to unlace this dress! Lalasa had me try it on in her shop for the ball tomorrow night, and I loved it so much I decided to wear it home so I could show it off downtown for a bit. I couldn’t understand how the court ladies managed it; they probably have someone help them get these gowns off. At least I’ll be dressed in time for the ball, since I will still be stuck in this thing! Although Dom might not appreciate a dress that’s been worn for two days.
In the hallway, someone was whistling. It was really rather annoying that some people were carefree whilst others were embarrassingly unable to dress themselves. I let out an exasperated cry as I gave up and plopped down on my bed.
There was a knock at the door. “Hold on,” I grumbled, getting up to open the door. Dom stood there, smiling in awe as he looked me over.
“Wow Kel. Please tell me you are wearing that tomorrow?”
I nodded. feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “I’ll be wearing it the rest of my life,” I mumbled.
He raised his eyebrows, looking very much like Neal. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t reach the laces,” I sighed, motioning towards my back.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He carefully draped the tunic in his arms over my chair before tuning to face me. I mistrusted the twinkle in his eyes.
My suspicions were confirmed as he grinned and said, “Let me help you with that.” Before I could respond, he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so my back was to him. With one quick movement of his hand my laces were undone and I had to grab the top of the dress to keep it from slipping down.
“There,” he seemed proud of himself. “My expertise has ridden you of your distress.”
Holding my dress up with one hand, I pushed him towards the door with the other. I rolled my eyes at his remark. Great. Even the men that court me can’t remember that I’m a woman. “I’m not impressed by your experience Dom.”
He grinned mischievously and winked at me. “Oh, you will be.”
Rating: PG-13
Length: 527 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Dom needs an opinion; Kel needs help.
Dom's POV
I was whistling quietly on my way back to my room from the knights’ wing. I was so happy Meathead had leant me his blue tunic for the ball tomorrow night. It would look far better on me than on him anyway.
As I rounded the last corner in the wing, I paused in front of Kel’s door, wondering if I should pop in and get her opinion on the new tunic. I knew it would look good on me, but I loved when she offered me compliments. I still couldn’t believe I would be escorting her to the ball!
Hearing an exasperated cry emitting from inside, I couldn’t help but grin as I decided it was a lovely time for a visit. Hopefully she would be all flushed from whatever was agitating her. She was so beautiful when she was flushed. I raised a fist and knocked loudly.
Kel's POV
My shoulders ached from trying to reach behind me. I just couldn’t get the strings to unlace this dress! Lalasa had me try it on in her shop for the ball tomorrow night, and I loved it so much I decided to wear it home so I could show it off downtown for a bit. I couldn’t understand how the court ladies managed it; they probably have someone help them get these gowns off. At least I’ll be dressed in time for the ball, since I will still be stuck in this thing! Although Dom might not appreciate a dress that’s been worn for two days.
In the hallway, someone was whistling. It was really rather annoying that some people were carefree whilst others were embarrassingly unable to dress themselves. I let out an exasperated cry as I gave up and plopped down on my bed.
There was a knock at the door. “Hold on,” I grumbled, getting up to open the door. Dom stood there, smiling in awe as he looked me over.
“Wow Kel. Please tell me you are wearing that tomorrow?”
I nodded. feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “I’ll be wearing it the rest of my life,” I mumbled.
He raised his eyebrows, looking very much like Neal. “What do you mean?”
“I can’t reach the laces,” I sighed, motioning towards my back.
He stepped into the room, closing the door behind him. He carefully draped the tunic in his arms over my chair before tuning to face me. I mistrusted the twinkle in his eyes.
My suspicions were confirmed as he grinned and said, “Let me help you with that.” Before I could respond, he grabbed my shoulders and spun me around so my back was to him. With one quick movement of his hand my laces were undone and I had to grab the top of the dress to keep it from slipping down.
“There,” he seemed proud of himself. “My expertise has ridden you of your distress.”
Holding my dress up with one hand, I pushed him towards the door with the other. I rolled my eyes at his remark. Great. Even the men that court me can’t remember that I’m a woman. “I’m not impressed by your experience Dom.”
He grinned mischievously and winked at me. “Oh, you will be.”