Post by pandora on Apr 21, 2011 23:24:19 GMT 10
Title: Roommates (Two)
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 349
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: The Riders barracks was burned down, leaving Evin and Dom sharing a room. (Warning: Sexual references)
Dom stumbled backwards along the hall, the young woman traveling with him as they pulled at each other’s clothes, lips crushing together, hands roaming, pausing only when they found themselves at Dom's door. Spinning, Dom pressed the woman against the door, laughing as she jumped to wrap her legs around his waist. He worked his key in the lock of the door as she trailed kisses down his neck. The door swung open and they quickly moved into the darkness within.
Dom took only three steps before his feet caught on something heavy and he felt himself falling forward.
The young woman shrieked as she fell backwards, with Dom crashing down on top of her.
"Dom?" a sleepy voice asked from somewhere under his shins. "What is the Black Gods name are you doing?"
Dom pushed himself up off his new friend, confused. "Evin? What are you-?"
And then he remembered. Evin lived here now.
"Sorry, love," he said helping the woman to her feet and showing her towards the door. "We'll have to do this another..." He paused, reconsidering the situation.
What am I doing?
“Actually, you stay.” He swept her up in his arms, and, this time, successfully carried her to the bed. Dom turned to the lump on his flor. “Evin. Get out.”
“What?” Evin groaned. “Don’t be absurd, Dom. I’m sleeping.” He turned away only to have a foot connect with his backside.
“Get out!” Dom bellowed, shoving the Rider with his foot.
“But...” Evin stuttered, “Where will I sleep?”
“I don’t know!” Dom cried, dragging Evin to his feet and escorting him out the door. “In the hall, in the cellar,” he paused to smirk at the confused and tired Evin, “anywhere but here!” And with that he slammed the door.
Evin huffed and wriggled back into his bedroll out in the cold corridor. After several minutes of unsuccessfully trying to block out the sounds of Dom’s activities with his smoky pillow, he extracted an arm from his bedroll and pounded on the door.
“Can you keep it down in there?! Some of us are trying to sleep!”
QC by PeroxidePirate
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 349
Pairing: Dom/Evin
Round/Fight: 2/A
Summary: The Riders barracks was burned down, leaving Evin and Dom sharing a room. (Warning: Sexual references)
Dom stumbled backwards along the hall, the young woman traveling with him as they pulled at each other’s clothes, lips crushing together, hands roaming, pausing only when they found themselves at Dom's door. Spinning, Dom pressed the woman against the door, laughing as she jumped to wrap her legs around his waist. He worked his key in the lock of the door as she trailed kisses down his neck. The door swung open and they quickly moved into the darkness within.
Dom took only three steps before his feet caught on something heavy and he felt himself falling forward.
The young woman shrieked as she fell backwards, with Dom crashing down on top of her.
"Dom?" a sleepy voice asked from somewhere under his shins. "What is the Black Gods name are you doing?"
Dom pushed himself up off his new friend, confused. "Evin? What are you-?"
And then he remembered. Evin lived here now.
"Sorry, love," he said helping the woman to her feet and showing her towards the door. "We'll have to do this another..." He paused, reconsidering the situation.
What am I doing?
“Actually, you stay.” He swept her up in his arms, and, this time, successfully carried her to the bed. Dom turned to the lump on his flor. “Evin. Get out.”
“What?” Evin groaned. “Don’t be absurd, Dom. I’m sleeping.” He turned away only to have a foot connect with his backside.
“Get out!” Dom bellowed, shoving the Rider with his foot.
“But...” Evin stuttered, “Where will I sleep?”
“I don’t know!” Dom cried, dragging Evin to his feet and escorting him out the door. “In the hall, in the cellar,” he paused to smirk at the confused and tired Evin, “anywhere but here!” And with that he slammed the door.
Evin huffed and wriggled back into his bedroll out in the cold corridor. After several minutes of unsuccessfully trying to block out the sounds of Dom’s activities with his smoky pillow, he extracted an arm from his bedroll and pounded on the door.
“Can you keep it down in there?! Some of us are trying to sleep!”
QC by PeroxidePirate