A/N: I completely forgot about Jump and the sparrows. Just imagine they're there all the time, but I don't talk about them.
Getting Down to It
At first, Kel wasn't sure what to do in the face of Dom's affections. Unlike Cleon, Dom wasn't so particular about discretion. He nuzzled her neck and nibbled at her lips whenever he felt the urge; Kel had to tell him forcefully that she would prefer it if they engaged in such activities in private. Dom respected her wishes obediently, and Kel made up for the lack of attention during the day when they were alone in her room, just before he had to say goodnight. Every night, when Kel moved to open her door, she could see Dom smiling and bouncing on his heels in anticipation. It made her feel giddy to think that during the day, all through meals, sword practice, and carousing with his friends, Dom looked forward to the evening when he could be alone with her.
It was on one of these nights, when she and Dom were lying on the couch, locked tightly in each other's embrace, that Kel felt Dom's hand sliding skilfully up the back of her shirt. She was surprised; Dom had never done anything like this before, but she didn't stop him. His hand left a tingling sensation in its wake that felt nice.
He reached the clasp of her breastband. His fingers fondled the cloth, then curved to unfasten it. They attacked the clasp, seeming to have a will of their own.
This went on for a very long time until Kel tore her lips from Dom's and stifled her laughter in his shoulder.
"It's not funny," said Dom.
"You can't undo my breastband!"
"I've never undone a breastband before, okay?" Dom's hand left her back and he sat up.
Kel propped herself on her elbows."Never?"
"Not a BREASTBAND, no,"
Kel chuckled. Once, that comment might have stung her, but not now. She knew well he'd had many other women, long-haired beauties who wore bodices and corsets, not breastbands. But it didn't bother her anymore. Dom's attentions had melted that fear away.
She looked earnestly at him. "Would you like me to show you how?"
Dom glared at her. This had obviously hurt his male pride."No, I'll figure it out for myself, thank you."
"Shall I turn around, so you can see?"
"No."
He motioned for her to sit up. When she'd settled herself, he put his arms about her waist and slipped his hands up the back of her shirt. They were eye to eye. Kel was smiling. Dom was not. He was a man with a mission.
His fingers examined the catch closely, not wanting to miss anything. Kel was still smiling. "You laugh now," Dom said, "we'll see about later."
Kel found the situation too amusing to acknowledge the double meaning in his words. "I'll remember this moment forever," she said.
"I bet you will."
He undid the first clasp, the second following swiftly after. Kel realized she was holding her breath and let it out slowly so Dom wouldn't notice. He had a little trouble with the third clasp, but soon he had conquered it and he withdrew one hand from her shirt, waving the breastband triumphantly. He laughed at his success and kissed her.
"Now, where were we?" Dom smiled. He kissed her again, slowly and sensually, pushing her back down onto the couch. She could feel his hand drifting from her back and working its way up her ribs. Kel knew where this was heading. She'd been so caught up in the breastband business that she'd completely forgotten why he wanted it off. And it wouldn't stop there. "Dom . . . " she gasped. He silenced her with another kiss, his calloused hand moving to cup her breast. "Dom!"
Kel pushed him off of her and sat up, smoothing her clothing. Dom looked taken aback. "Not tonight, Dom," she whispered.
He was silent for a while. "I understand," he said. She met his eyes. He did. He straightened the collar of his tunic, then stood and kissed her lips softly. "Just let me know, when you're ready. I'll wait."
When he was gone, Kel flopped down on her bed. She knew that she'd be ready for him soon. Then she would definitely let him know.
A/N: oOOOOOo! I hope you all know that I did this for you. You ask for mushiness. You get it. Sort of. That wasn't as mushy as chapter 8, was it? Nah.
Getting Down to It
At first, Kel wasn't sure what to do in the face of Dom's affections. Unlike Cleon, Dom wasn't so particular about discretion. He nuzzled her neck and nibbled at her lips whenever he felt the urge; Kel had to tell him forcefully that she would prefer it if they engaged in such activities in private. Dom respected her wishes obediently, and Kel made up for the lack of attention during the day when they were alone in her room, just before he had to say goodnight. Every night, when Kel moved to open her door, she could see Dom smiling and bouncing on his heels in anticipation. It made her feel giddy to think that during the day, all through meals, sword practice, and carousing with his friends, Dom looked forward to the evening when he could be alone with her.
It was on one of these nights, when she and Dom were lying on the couch, locked tightly in each other's embrace, that Kel felt Dom's hand sliding skilfully up the back of her shirt. She was surprised; Dom had never done anything like this before, but she didn't stop him. His hand left a tingling sensation in its wake that felt nice.
He reached the clasp of her breastband. His fingers fondled the cloth, then curved to unfasten it. They attacked the clasp, seeming to have a will of their own.
This went on for a very long time until Kel tore her lips from Dom's and stifled her laughter in his shoulder.
"It's not funny," said Dom.
"You can't undo my breastband!"
"I've never undone a breastband before, okay?" Dom's hand left her back and he sat up.
Kel propped herself on her elbows."Never?"
"Not a BREASTBAND, no,"
Kel chuckled. Once, that comment might have stung her, but not now. She knew well he'd had many other women, long-haired beauties who wore bodices and corsets, not breastbands. But it didn't bother her anymore. Dom's attentions had melted that fear away.
She looked earnestly at him. "Would you like me to show you how?"
Dom glared at her. This had obviously hurt his male pride."No, I'll figure it out for myself, thank you."
"Shall I turn around, so you can see?"
"No."
He motioned for her to sit up. When she'd settled herself, he put his arms about her waist and slipped his hands up the back of her shirt. They were eye to eye. Kel was smiling. Dom was not. He was a man with a mission.
His fingers examined the catch closely, not wanting to miss anything. Kel was still smiling. "You laugh now," Dom said, "we'll see about later."
Kel found the situation too amusing to acknowledge the double meaning in his words. "I'll remember this moment forever," she said.
"I bet you will."
He undid the first clasp, the second following swiftly after. Kel realized she was holding her breath and let it out slowly so Dom wouldn't notice. He had a little trouble with the third clasp, but soon he had conquered it and he withdrew one hand from her shirt, waving the breastband triumphantly. He laughed at his success and kissed her.
"Now, where were we?" Dom smiled. He kissed her again, slowly and sensually, pushing her back down onto the couch. She could feel his hand drifting from her back and working its way up her ribs. Kel knew where this was heading. She'd been so caught up in the breastband business that she'd completely forgotten why he wanted it off. And it wouldn't stop there. "Dom . . . " she gasped. He silenced her with another kiss, his calloused hand moving to cup her breast. "Dom!"
Kel pushed him off of her and sat up, smoothing her clothing. Dom looked taken aback. "Not tonight, Dom," she whispered.
He was silent for a while. "I understand," he said. She met his eyes. He did. He straightened the collar of his tunic, then stood and kissed her lips softly. "Just let me know, when you're ready. I'll wait."
When he was gone, Kel flopped down on her bed. She knew that she'd be ready for him soon. Then she would definitely let him know.
A/N: oOOOOOo! I hope you all know that I did this for you. You ask for mushiness. You get it. Sort of. That wasn't as mushy as chapter 8, was it? Nah.
