Disclaimer: Everything belongs to TP.

A/N: This is just a short one-shot that's been running around my head for the last couple of days. In case you get a bit confused, this is set about a year after LK at a ball celebrating the end of the war with Scanra. Hope you like it! R&R please.

There was a strange gurgling in his stomach. And he didn't like it—not one little bit. He forced his eyes away from the two. But no matter how many times he looked away his gaze returned to the same place.

They were dancing. Kel and Neal were dancing. Not that he cared, he told himself hurriedly. It was just that…Neal was married! That must be it. That must be why the site agitated him so. Neal was married. He shouldn't be leading Kel on like that.

The main door opened and Yuki entered. This time, Dom allowed his eyes to return to the dancing pair intentionally. Neal had already left Kel standing alone and was hurrying over to his wife eagerly. But Kel didn't seem upset. She just laughed and left the dance floor to return to her seat. A knot in Dom's stomach loosened.

He needed to do something. His mind was wandering very near dangerous places.

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With a sigh Dom returned to his seat. For the last half hour or so he'd been flirting/dancing with several different court ladies, but somehow they bored him more than usual tonight. His eyes roamed again.

He saw the group of knights—Kel, Owen, Merric, Seaver, and…Cleon. He nearly groaned; he had never particularly liked Cleon. He wasn't sure why, he had no reason to dislike him. Cleon placed a hand on Kel's shoulder and muttered something in her ear. She laughed. Dom's stomach clenched again.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were jealous." Dom jerked around in his seat. He hadn't heard Neal come up behind him. He was smiling knowingly. No, 'smiling' was the wrong word. He was smirking.

"Jealous?" Dom repeated. "Of who, you?" He laughed, "As if."

"Well, that too. But no."

"Then I have no idea what you're talking about," he lied, and returned to staring around the dance floor, arms folded across his chest. Neal took a seat next to his cousin.

"If you say so."

Once again, his attention drew back to Kel every time he tried to keep it elsewhere, as if magnetized. She laughed with Cleon, smiled at Seaver, shook her head at Owen with a chuckle…Every time his stomach clenched tighter and each time he yanked his eyes away.

I am not jealous.

His eyes flickered to Kel again.

Am I?

At that moment she looked up and their eyes met across the room. She smiled at him and his breath caught in his chest.

Damn it. I am.

A/N: Too much of a cliffy? If it is, tell me. Maybe I'll write another chapter or so—make the ending a bit more…final.