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Summary: Two Kel/Neal ficlets for Goldenalake's SMACKDOWN.

Jealous (PG13)

"Neal, I can take care of myself." Kel's tone was sharp and her eyes were angry—not that Neal could blame her. Kel had never walked in on him and Yuki and proceeded to yell at them the way he had just yelled at Dom and her. She probably would have just walked away, which is what he should have done, but the sight of his best friend in his cousin's arms, his mouth on hers and his mark on her neck, had made his blood boil.

"What in Mithros's name is going on?" he had screamed, and they had broken apart and looked at him with kiss-dazed eyes. And now Kel would chew him out for it.

"I just don't want you to get hurt," Neal said quietly, trying very hard not to let his anger show. He would play the protective friend, as always, even as Dom's name and several choice swears intermingled in his head.

Kel's eyes softened. "Dom's not going to hurt me," she reassured him. Her hand on his shoulder startled him, but how he wished she would leave it there.

"I know." He murmured, and she left, hair let loose down her back and shining.

If Neal was being honest with himself, and he tried to force himself to be, he wasn't mad at Dom or Kel, but at himself for not acting sooner. He knew she'd had a crush on him when they were younger, and yet when he found himself returning her feelings he still did nothing. He would pay that price, now, as he watched Kel rejoin Dom at the end of the hall, her hand immediately going to his.

Gods, he was jealous of his cousin.

Sweet Dreams (PG13)

He drops sugar-sweet kisses on her lips and face, until all she can breathe in is him. He smells sweet, like a bakery kitchen, but fresh like a morning in the forest. His skin is soft under her eager hands, and she explores slowly, tantalizing him. His hands stroke her hair and arms, and she revels in the sight of his green eyes practically glowing with lust.

Yes. It is a ghost of a whisper on her lips, but her fantasy lover responds eagerly, kissing her fiercely until she moans.

Please. He obliges quickly, and her breathing quickens, and she would relive this moment forever if she could. His hands at her waist, her name on his lips…

"Kel…"

His voice alone drives her mad, silk-smooth and deep, she could lose herself in it easily.

"Kel?"

He's pulled away, this dream of a man, and now she's reaching for him like an addict, begging for a sugary kiss.

"Kel, wake up!"

She's tossed rudely our of her dream and finds herself staring into the bright green eyes of her fantasy, only they're giving her a questioning look and she's praying to all the gods she's not blushing.

Apparently they weren't listening, because Neal raises an eyebrow. "Naughty dream?" Kel's mortified look is the answer to his question, and he laughs. "No reason to be ashamed, my young friend. I just thought you might want to know that breakfast is in half an hour and you're expected to give a speech to the newest refugees.

"Oh, thanks." Kel mutters, pushing her hair out of her face, and he quietly leaves.

Neal would be so much easier to wake up to if he weren't married to her best friend, and didn't smell so sugary sweet.

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