A/N : I'M BACK!!! Yay!!! So, new chappie, enjoy!
--==--==--==-- the next morning @ breakfast . . . --==--==--==--
Kel couldn't stand it anymore. She was sitting with the usual crowd; Neal, Seaver, Faleron, Owen (A/N: the missing people are off fighting somewhere), and . . . Cleon. He kept throwing her those sad, puppy-dog looks that she just really couldn't stay. Finally, she picked up her unfinished tray of breakfast and stood up. Spotting some of the Own in another table a few rows down she moved her way to their table.
"Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?" she asked a few members of Third Company.
"Why look, it's our Lady Kel!" Dom called in mock surprise.
"Hullo there, Mindelan!" Quasim said warmly.
Taking the comments as a "yes," she sat down. She glanced up at her friend Domitan of Masbolle. *He really is quite handsome with his soft green (A/N: or is it blue???) eyes and his smiling mouth and his -* STOP, she scolded herself silently. She didn't notice it, but she had been staring at him, and when he looked at her, she blushed slightly and decided to change the topic.
"So where'd Raoul go? Haven't seen him 'round lately," she asked.
"Oh, he went off to ask ol' Jon 'bout going off to Scanra. Got scolded a little, poor guy. Now he's basically been "grounded" in his room for the last week or so," Dom replied nonchalantly, but his eyes were twinkling as he fought not to laugh.
She had a good time with the men, joking around and trading stories. When she glanced in Cleon's direction, she found him staring at her still. She sighed and got up. After putting her tray away, she walked towards the practice courts.
"Hey Kel, wait up!" someone called behind her. Turning around, she found herself staring into the smiling green (A/N someone tell me, blue or green?!?!?!?!) eyes of . . . Dom.
"Hi," she said, trying not to blush.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Down to the practice courts," she replied, not daring to look into his dancing green (A/N !!!) eyes.
"Betcha I can beat you in fencing!" he called as he raced down the hall.
"Not so easily, Dommy boy!" she cried as she ran after him.
At the practice courts, they took a practice sword each and faced each other. Each matched the other in every move. However, near the end, Dom flashed her a grin as she tried to slice from under his arm, distracting her. A second later, she found herself half-sprawled on the dirt, a dull blade at her throat.
"Well, Lady Knight, looks like I win, don't it?" Dom asked, grinning, then offered his hand to her.
Kel scowled up at him, but took his hand all the same. But instead of letting go when he had gotten her up, he pulled her closer. Slowly, he leaned down and gently grazed his lips against hers. Then, as if surprised at what he had done, he let go of her hand and briskly walked off.
A/N: oo lala! Sorry, this chapter was shorter than I intended it to be, but I need to go right now, so, er, until later then! To LadyKnight: as you can see, no. too bad . . . LOL.
--==--==--==-- the next morning @ breakfast . . . --==--==--==--
Kel couldn't stand it anymore. She was sitting with the usual crowd; Neal, Seaver, Faleron, Owen (A/N: the missing people are off fighting somewhere), and . . . Cleon. He kept throwing her those sad, puppy-dog looks that she just really couldn't stay. Finally, she picked up her unfinished tray of breakfast and stood up. Spotting some of the Own in another table a few rows down she moved her way to their table.
"Hi. Mind if I sit with you guys?" she asked a few members of Third Company.
"Why look, it's our Lady Kel!" Dom called in mock surprise.
"Hullo there, Mindelan!" Quasim said warmly.
Taking the comments as a "yes," she sat down. She glanced up at her friend Domitan of Masbolle. *He really is quite handsome with his soft green (A/N: or is it blue???) eyes and his smiling mouth and his -* STOP, she scolded herself silently. She didn't notice it, but she had been staring at him, and when he looked at her, she blushed slightly and decided to change the topic.
"So where'd Raoul go? Haven't seen him 'round lately," she asked.
"Oh, he went off to ask ol' Jon 'bout going off to Scanra. Got scolded a little, poor guy. Now he's basically been "grounded" in his room for the last week or so," Dom replied nonchalantly, but his eyes were twinkling as he fought not to laugh.
She had a good time with the men, joking around and trading stories. When she glanced in Cleon's direction, she found him staring at her still. She sighed and got up. After putting her tray away, she walked towards the practice courts.
"Hey Kel, wait up!" someone called behind her. Turning around, she found herself staring into the smiling green (A/N someone tell me, blue or green?!?!?!?!) eyes of . . . Dom.
"Hi," she said, trying not to blush.
"Where are you going?" he asked.
"Down to the practice courts," she replied, not daring to look into his dancing green (A/N !!!) eyes.
"Betcha I can beat you in fencing!" he called as he raced down the hall.
"Not so easily, Dommy boy!" she cried as she ran after him.
At the practice courts, they took a practice sword each and faced each other. Each matched the other in every move. However, near the end, Dom flashed her a grin as she tried to slice from under his arm, distracting her. A second later, she found herself half-sprawled on the dirt, a dull blade at her throat.
"Well, Lady Knight, looks like I win, don't it?" Dom asked, grinning, then offered his hand to her.
Kel scowled up at him, but took his hand all the same. But instead of letting go when he had gotten her up, he pulled her closer. Slowly, he leaned down and gently grazed his lips against hers. Then, as if surprised at what he had done, he let go of her hand and briskly walked off.
A/N: oo lala! Sorry, this chapter was shorter than I intended it to be, but I need to go right now, so, er, until later then! To LadyKnight: as you can see, no. too bad . . . LOL.