Post by rainstormamaya on Feb 4, 2010 10:15:52 GMT 10
Title: When
Rating: PG
Length: 428 words
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: A relationship in eight whens.
FLUFF. Solid, solid, FLUFF. I despair.
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When he kisses her for luck at midnight on the last night of Midwinter, Dom tastes like mulled wine, spicy and heady and hot, and Kel can’t help kissing back.
When his hands drift to her hips and rest there lightly, Kel realises that he may be a little tipsy from the wine, but he’s still giving her space to back out if she wants to- and in that moment she decides that she doesn’t want to, and she moves to stand flush against him and puts her hands on his shoulders.
When he breaks the kiss and smiles down at her, she loves the warmth in his eyes, but she can barely believe it’s for her (because why would he want The Girl? Of all women, an over-sized, blocky, lady knight? Why?)
When he walks with her to her rooms, she is poised to invite him in, with a chattering, slithering nervousness in her stomach but a lot of just plain want, and when he kisses her forehead and tells her he will see her tomorrow with a hopeful smile, she is disappointed but agrees and says nothing about beds or tumbling and sincerely hopes he never saw that in her eyes.
When they go ice-skating, Kel feeling distinctly awkward because, damn it, she just knows he knew what she was thinking last night and merely happened to be too much of a gentleman to mention it, they quite quickly discover that Dom is a really extremely clumsy skater. All his grace on land completely deserts him when he gets on the ice, and he looks so funny flailing haplessly and landing on his backside time after time, even Kel can’t help but laugh.
When she helps him up again after the umpteenth fall, his face so close to hers, his smile so sheepish and self-deprecating laughter bubbling from him, it seems like the obvious thing to do to shake her head at him, smiling, and brush his lips with hers.
When Neal cries “Ha! I knew it!” from the other side of the pond and points a triumphant finger, it also seems like the obvious thing to do to pelt him with snowballs (or, well, it does to Dom, and Kel joins in, because a remark like that cannot go unanswered) and as Neal yelps and scrabbles to return fire Kel glances at Dom and sees him look at her with a conspiratorial grin and a mischievous light in his eyes, and she thinks I want this to last forever.
When it does, Kel is surprised.
Rating: PG
Length: 428 words
Competitor: Dom
Round/Fight: 1/A
Summary: A relationship in eight whens.
FLUFF. Solid, solid, FLUFF. I despair.
*********
When he kisses her for luck at midnight on the last night of Midwinter, Dom tastes like mulled wine, spicy and heady and hot, and Kel can’t help kissing back.
When his hands drift to her hips and rest there lightly, Kel realises that he may be a little tipsy from the wine, but he’s still giving her space to back out if she wants to- and in that moment she decides that she doesn’t want to, and she moves to stand flush against him and puts her hands on his shoulders.
When he breaks the kiss and smiles down at her, she loves the warmth in his eyes, but she can barely believe it’s for her (because why would he want The Girl? Of all women, an over-sized, blocky, lady knight? Why?)
When he walks with her to her rooms, she is poised to invite him in, with a chattering, slithering nervousness in her stomach but a lot of just plain want, and when he kisses her forehead and tells her he will see her tomorrow with a hopeful smile, she is disappointed but agrees and says nothing about beds or tumbling and sincerely hopes he never saw that in her eyes.
When they go ice-skating, Kel feeling distinctly awkward because, damn it, she just knows he knew what she was thinking last night and merely happened to be too much of a gentleman to mention it, they quite quickly discover that Dom is a really extremely clumsy skater. All his grace on land completely deserts him when he gets on the ice, and he looks so funny flailing haplessly and landing on his backside time after time, even Kel can’t help but laugh.
When she helps him up again after the umpteenth fall, his face so close to hers, his smile so sheepish and self-deprecating laughter bubbling from him, it seems like the obvious thing to do to shake her head at him, smiling, and brush his lips with hers.
When Neal cries “Ha! I knew it!” from the other side of the pond and points a triumphant finger, it also seems like the obvious thing to do to pelt him with snowballs (or, well, it does to Dom, and Kel joins in, because a remark like that cannot go unanswered) and as Neal yelps and scrabbles to return fire Kel glances at Dom and sees him look at her with a conspiratorial grin and a mischievous light in his eyes, and she thinks I want this to last forever.
When it does, Kel is surprised.