A/N: The Protecter of the Small and its characters are owned by Tamora Pierce. No copyright infringement is intended with the posting of this story.
This'll be a few chapters I suppose…I've never written a Kel/Dom story before. It's fun. And I'm making myself depressed here, too, so don't kill me for the ending, but believe me it's all part of the story…
I'd love to hear your feedback and any help you can give :)
Summary: They both got drunk and into a situation they wanted so much to be in. But Kel and Dom are both mule-headed, refusing to see what's there, and insisting that it was the alcohol talking…
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Though she would never admit to harbouring any atypical feelings for him, Kel couldn't help but feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she watched Dom in her peripheral vision as he returned from his watch with his company. She pretended to be unaffected by his very presence, but it wasn't something she could exactly refute. As she swooped through the motions with her staff, she found herself becoming clumsy, and finished early. What's wrong with me?
Maybe it was all the drink she'd drunk, trying to forget these gods-cursed thoughts. But thoughts weren't an easy thing to forget.
She leant against the stone wall of the fort. She had clearly lost her mind. She was a knight, a lady knight, but a knight, nevertheless. She should be strong-willed, she shouldn't blush. She was acting like a girl.
She frowned, fidgeting restlessly. I am a girl, though, she reminded herself. She got up and began to walk back to her lodgings, deciding it was just tiredness. Everywhere she looked, people were absorbed in each other, deep in another's kisses, falling into another's embrace. Even Neal was lost in his wife. I'm surrounded by people ridiculously in love, she thought irately.
Kel looked up. The flag that Dom had made fluttered high in the scenery, looking fierce and daring in the breeze. Maybe that was just it. Maybe she should be fierce and daring. There wasn't a challenge that Kelandry of Mindelan did not attack with all her might. Especially since she, well, wanted to attack this certain challenge. Ferociously. With lots of tongues and unclothed bodies.
Gods, what had happened to her?
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He was an idiot. A complete and utter idiot. How had this happened? One minute, she had just been Lady Knight, the mysterious and hilarious female page, and now she was the beautiful and seductive Kel. What's changed? Dom thought. Or…who's changed? He didn't like that thought. Had he changed, had Kel, had they both? She certainly wasn't the innocent young girl he had once known, but he wasn't exactly young Domitan, either.
So, as the obvious solution had thrust itself before him, he had turned to the delights of drinking
The doorbell rang.
"Fwor te loove oof –" His voice was slurred from the alcohol. Dom threw open the door, expecting the maid. But what he was faced with was the last thing he wanted – and the best thing he could ever wish for. Had he become some mind-controlist? Could he call people by just thinking about them now?
"Keeellel," he greeted with a nod. "Fwhat brungs yooouu herre? I would've taught you's be out, mercilesswy beteating throse traineeees uv yurrrs." He grinned.
Kel just stared at him for a moment. "I just wanted to see, uh..." she trailed off and looked around his room. "Your bananas! I've run out of bananas. Do you have any?" But before she could say anything else, Dom had already pulled her to him, kissing he passionately. Kel wrapped her arms around his neck, imaginings of tongues and unclothed bodies deeply engraved into her mind and intentions.
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That morning, Kel woke up. She wasn't disorientated, but extremely aware of her surroundings. Her head on Dom's chest. Her fingers entangled in his hair. It was too much. She wanted this so much, but she didn't want to fall in love. She didn't want this. Dom deserved somewhere better, somebody who was feminine…
It had been the drink talking, obviously...
Grimly, she collected her clothes and left the room, erasing all evidence that she'd ever even been there.
But, on a second thought, she went back and grabbed the bananas she had come for in the first place.
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*peeks out from behind hands and laughs nervously* So...heh...whatcha think? Reviews are better than Dom's bananas...
