Clinging to the Chamber Door
After a month and a half, the paperwork was almost done. Kel only had to do about seven more payments before she could go for New Hope. However, that was farther away than it seemed. Dom didn't mind interrupting her work with kisses and fondling. Sometimes she could resist him, but eventually she would be kissing him back. The trick was to force him out of the room before he could do any more damage, which was a challenge in itself.
"Dom, you have to go! I have to finish my work!"
Dom was clinging to the door frame with determination. "Work can wait, Kel!" he grunted. "Now's the time for play!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!"
Dom, with a great burst of strength, pulled himself into the room and captured a squirming Kel in his arms. He was panting with exertion (Kel was pretty strong), but he didn't let go. "Don't you remember me telling you that no one can escape me?"
"You were drunk!" Kel struggled, but his grip was like iron.
"Not that drunk!" Dom managed to press his mouth to hers. She stopped struggling and leaned into the kiss.
Suddenly Kel heard footsteps coming down the hall. Dom hadn't closed the door. She strained against Dom's body, her cries of alarm muffled in his mouth. He broke away and looked at her curiously. "What?"
But it was already too late. Neal was standing in the doorway, openmouthed. "What is going on here?" he asked.
Dom reluctantly let go of Kel and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He cleared his throat a couple times. "Well, you see Neal, Kel and I, are, that is, we're, I mean, well, I am, that is, in ... love with her, and ..." he trailed off.
Kel glowed. Dom was in love with her.
She couldn't quite place Neal's expression. He kept looking back and forth between them. Then suddenly, he broke into the widest grin Kel had ever seen.
"This is great!" he exclaimed. He strode forward and seized them both in a hug. "We're all going to be one big happy family!"
Kel felt a lump in her throat. "I don't think we'll go that far just yet, Meathead." Dom gasped. Neal's hug was starting to suffocate him.
Neal let go and stood back to look at them, clasping his hands together. "All right, Neal," Dom began, "we can talk about this later. Can we be alone now? I was in the middle of something with Kel here."
Neal smirked. "I could tell. Actually, I was just going to ask you two to lunch. Yuki's meeting me there."
"We'll come," smiled Kel. "Won't we Dom?"
Dom spluttered.
His cousin took no notice. "Right, that's settled. Let's go."
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Kel was getting annoyed with the numerous winks and glances she was getting from Yuki. Neal had told her and Kel and Dom, and she also thought it was 'spiffing'. Kel just wished she would leave her alone, but Yuki loved to tease.
Dom was feeling cheated. He expressed his feelings by glaring at Neal for the whole meal. Kel found this amusing, and acted like she didn't notice. After all, she'd been trying to do her work, and he'd interrupted her. Again. Getting anything done when Dom was around was so difficult. She sometimes wondered if she could work up some sort of immunity to him, but that was only wishful thinking. Kel wasn't only attracted to him, she loved him.
Her thoughts were broken by a touch on her neck. Neal had gone to pay, Yuki trailing after, and Dom had decided that this was to perfect time to fondle her. "Dom!" she whispered, batting away his hand. He leaned closer and bit her earlobe softly. His hand rested on her knee under the table. "Dom!"
Just as his hand began to work its way up her thigh, Neal and Yuki returned. "That's disgusting," Neal said.
Kel's face burned. Dom took his hands away and put them behind his head, looking cooly up at Neal. Then he offered him his handkerchief.
"What?" asked Neal.
"There's lipstick on your neck."
Yuki gave Kel another surreptitious wink, then hid behind her fan. Neal snatched the handkerchief, wiped his neck and flung it back in Dom's face.
Now the mark was a long streak. Nobody bothered telling Neal. He would find it later that night when he looked in his mirror and vow revenge upon them all.
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A few days later, Dom up to his old tricks. He was trying to get in, Kel was trying to shove him out. Dom won. Again.
Afterwards, Dom lay down on the couch with his head in Kel's lap. Kel's quill was scratching away as she did her paperwork on the arm of the couch.
She sighed and put the piece of parchment to the side. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Dom?" she said.
He mumbled something.
"I'm finished."
She felt him tense. "Finished what?"
"My papers."
Dom sat up quickly. Both knew what that meant. She had to return to New Hope soon. Without him.
"When will you be going then?" he whispered.
"I don't know."
Dom laid his head in Kel's lap again and closed his eyes.
A/N: Good lord. I think I'm turning into a sentimental marshmallow here. I'm checking myself into the loony bin. I mean really: 'Kel and Dom are going to be separated what the hell are they going to do now omigod'? This is not me. I don't know who I am anymore. IDENTITY CRISIS! Well, maybe not.
After a month and a half, the paperwork was almost done. Kel only had to do about seven more payments before she could go for New Hope. However, that was farther away than it seemed. Dom didn't mind interrupting her work with kisses and fondling. Sometimes she could resist him, but eventually she would be kissing him back. The trick was to force him out of the room before he could do any more damage, which was a challenge in itself.
"Dom, you have to go! I have to finish my work!"
Dom was clinging to the door frame with determination. "Work can wait, Kel!" he grunted. "Now's the time for play!"
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!"
Dom, with a great burst of strength, pulled himself into the room and captured a squirming Kel in his arms. He was panting with exertion (Kel was pretty strong), but he didn't let go. "Don't you remember me telling you that no one can escape me?"
"You were drunk!" Kel struggled, but his grip was like iron.
"Not that drunk!" Dom managed to press his mouth to hers. She stopped struggling and leaned into the kiss.
Suddenly Kel heard footsteps coming down the hall. Dom hadn't closed the door. She strained against Dom's body, her cries of alarm muffled in his mouth. He broke away and looked at her curiously. "What?"
But it was already too late. Neal was standing in the doorway, openmouthed. "What is going on here?" he asked.
Dom reluctantly let go of Kel and stuffed his hands into his pockets. He cleared his throat a couple times. "Well, you see Neal, Kel and I, are, that is, we're, I mean, well, I am, that is, in ... love with her, and ..." he trailed off.
Kel glowed. Dom was in love with her.
She couldn't quite place Neal's expression. He kept looking back and forth between them. Then suddenly, he broke into the widest grin Kel had ever seen.
"This is great!" he exclaimed. He strode forward and seized them both in a hug. "We're all going to be one big happy family!"
Kel felt a lump in her throat. "I don't think we'll go that far just yet, Meathead." Dom gasped. Neal's hug was starting to suffocate him.
Neal let go and stood back to look at them, clasping his hands together. "All right, Neal," Dom began, "we can talk about this later. Can we be alone now? I was in the middle of something with Kel here."
Neal smirked. "I could tell. Actually, I was just going to ask you two to lunch. Yuki's meeting me there."
"We'll come," smiled Kel. "Won't we Dom?"
Dom spluttered.
His cousin took no notice. "Right, that's settled. Let's go."
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Kel was getting annoyed with the numerous winks and glances she was getting from Yuki. Neal had told her and Kel and Dom, and she also thought it was 'spiffing'. Kel just wished she would leave her alone, but Yuki loved to tease.
Dom was feeling cheated. He expressed his feelings by glaring at Neal for the whole meal. Kel found this amusing, and acted like she didn't notice. After all, she'd been trying to do her work, and he'd interrupted her. Again. Getting anything done when Dom was around was so difficult. She sometimes wondered if she could work up some sort of immunity to him, but that was only wishful thinking. Kel wasn't only attracted to him, she loved him.
Her thoughts were broken by a touch on her neck. Neal had gone to pay, Yuki trailing after, and Dom had decided that this was to perfect time to fondle her. "Dom!" she whispered, batting away his hand. He leaned closer and bit her earlobe softly. His hand rested on her knee under the table. "Dom!"
Just as his hand began to work its way up her thigh, Neal and Yuki returned. "That's disgusting," Neal said.
Kel's face burned. Dom took his hands away and put them behind his head, looking cooly up at Neal. Then he offered him his handkerchief.
"What?" asked Neal.
"There's lipstick on your neck."
Yuki gave Kel another surreptitious wink, then hid behind her fan. Neal snatched the handkerchief, wiped his neck and flung it back in Dom's face.
Now the mark was a long streak. Nobody bothered telling Neal. He would find it later that night when he looked in his mirror and vow revenge upon them all.
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A few days later, Dom up to his old tricks. He was trying to get in, Kel was trying to shove him out. Dom won. Again.
Afterwards, Dom lay down on the couch with his head in Kel's lap. Kel's quill was scratching away as she did her paperwork on the arm of the couch.
She sighed and put the piece of parchment to the side. She ran her fingers through his hair. "Dom?" she said.
He mumbled something.
"I'm finished."
She felt him tense. "Finished what?"
"My papers."
Dom sat up quickly. Both knew what that meant. She had to return to New Hope soon. Without him.
"When will you be going then?" he whispered.
"I don't know."
Dom laid his head in Kel's lap again and closed his eyes.
A/N: Good lord. I think I'm turning into a sentimental marshmallow here. I'm checking myself into the loony bin. I mean really: 'Kel and Dom are going to be separated what the hell are they going to do now omigod'? This is not me. I don't know who I am anymore. IDENTITY CRISIS! Well, maybe not.
