Post by domluvr on Apr 3, 2010 17:15:53 GMT 10
Title: Midwinter Wars III
Rating: PG
Length: 343 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Kel and Dom lose the snowball fight.
Kel moved her hands up to tangle her fingers in Dom’s wet hair. When he moved to lift his head away, she held him firmly in place. She felt him smile against her lips before he resumed kissing her.
There were sudden shouts, battle cries, and thumping noises as packed snow made contact with victims. Kel jumped a little in shock, remembering that they were outside in the middle of a snowball fight. There were cheers and whoops as a victor was evidently declared.
Dom calmly rolled off her and stood up. He held a hand out to help her up. She ignored it, getting up on her own. She brushed off her back and legs while he shrugged and strolled over to the center of the courtyard to join the others and discover the outcome.
When Kel felt she was suitably brushed off, she slowly made her way to the gathering as well. Owen and Neal were high-fiving, while Merric sat on the ground looking defeated and Seaver was complaining to Dom about Neal’s tactics. Avoiding Dom’s eyes, she announced that she was ready for a hot bath and was going to her rooms.
As she headed for the doors, she heard Neal ask in exasperation, “what are you smiling like that for? You lost. I mean really lost, Dom.”
Kel felt her cheeks burn, but she slowed her pace to hear Dom’s reply. “No, you are wrong as usual Meathead. I really don’t think I did lose. I’m actually quite certain that I won.”
She smiled, feeling her stomach do the familiar flip-flops that it used to do when she was with Neal. As she entered the palace, she thought Dom’s response over in her mind. She also considered his rank in the Own; he would know how to command, and was probably a good strategist. It seemed unlikely that he really thought their crazy attack on Merric and Seaver would be successful.
Picturing Dom’s mischievous eyes and playful smile, she wondered if maybe he hadn’t planned the outcome all along.
Rating: PG
Length: 343 words
Character: Dom
Summary: Kel and Dom lose the snowball fight.
Kel moved her hands up to tangle her fingers in Dom’s wet hair. When he moved to lift his head away, she held him firmly in place. She felt him smile against her lips before he resumed kissing her.
There were sudden shouts, battle cries, and thumping noises as packed snow made contact with victims. Kel jumped a little in shock, remembering that they were outside in the middle of a snowball fight. There were cheers and whoops as a victor was evidently declared.
Dom calmly rolled off her and stood up. He held a hand out to help her up. She ignored it, getting up on her own. She brushed off her back and legs while he shrugged and strolled over to the center of the courtyard to join the others and discover the outcome.
When Kel felt she was suitably brushed off, she slowly made her way to the gathering as well. Owen and Neal were high-fiving, while Merric sat on the ground looking defeated and Seaver was complaining to Dom about Neal’s tactics. Avoiding Dom’s eyes, she announced that she was ready for a hot bath and was going to her rooms.
As she headed for the doors, she heard Neal ask in exasperation, “what are you smiling like that for? You lost. I mean really lost, Dom.”
Kel felt her cheeks burn, but she slowed her pace to hear Dom’s reply. “No, you are wrong as usual Meathead. I really don’t think I did lose. I’m actually quite certain that I won.”
She smiled, feeling her stomach do the familiar flip-flops that it used to do when she was with Neal. As she entered the palace, she thought Dom’s response over in her mind. She also considered his rank in the Own; he would know how to command, and was probably a good strategist. It seemed unlikely that he really thought their crazy attack on Merric and Seaver would be successful.
Picturing Dom’s mischievous eyes and playful smile, she wondered if maybe he hadn’t planned the outcome all along.