Unconventional
It really wasn't expected.
It wasn't as if they were at a ball, or even a party. She wasn't dressed up –in fact, she was wearing slightly ragged breeches under and a faded green tunic and was quite sweaty from digging latrines at New Hope- and he was only wearing his dusty old traveling clothes under his second-best mail, and he smelled of stables. He hadn't just returned from a battle, neither of them were feeling swept up by circumstance…
She was just demanding to know what gave him the right to warn these new carpenters that they oughtn't allow their commander to help when he leaned down and kissed her.
Neither of them would have had it any other way.
disclaimer: All characters belong to Tamora Pierce 3
It's meant to be Kel/Dom, which I think is obvious because of the scene with the carpenters.
And omg, I wrote fanfiction again. Even I can't believe it. I doubt it means I'll write anymore within the next year, though :p