Leaving
For the next couple days, Dom was tied up with the Own. He tried to get time alone with Kel whenever he could, but it was never long. It was even worse that they both knew she would have to leave soon, and it showed in their brief meetings. They kissed with an air of desperation, trying to make the moment somehow last longer. Dom's hand never found its way up her shirt again, but Kel was beginning to like the idea as their confrontations grew more and more heated. With the day of their separation looming ominously in her mind, Kel found herself wondering if it was the right time to share his bed.
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Kel was at breakfast with Seaver and Esmond. Dom was absent, as usual, and she was feeling particularly low. Lord Wyldon had sent her a letter instructing her return to New Hope. If she was to get there by the time he requested, she would have to leave tomorrow. Her friends kept this in mind and were as cheerful as possible. Kel wished Neal was there, but the last time he tried to enter the mess he'd been attacked with a frying pan. Esmond and Seaver were constructing a leaning tower of peas, since Kel had not bothered to tell them to eat their vegetables yet this morning.
"Just a little to the left...... No! NO! You're going to knock it over!"
"It's fine!"
"Kel, are you going to eat your peas?"
Kel handed them over.
They were on their 189th pea when Kel noticed a tall figure in a monk's robes shuffle into the mess. She watched it as it wove around the tables, bowing its head and pulling the hood more securely about it. When it reached their table, it bowed humbly and sat down next to Kel.
"Hey, Lady Knight, do me a favour?" It was Neal. "Could you fill an extra tray? Someone might guess who I am."
Kel smirked and got up. When she'd filled the tray, with an extra helping of vegetables, she walked back and placed it in front of him.
"Thanks," he said, eyeing the vegetables suspiciously, and dug in.
Kel watched him eat, having nothing better to do. Seaver was placing on the 192 pea under Esmond's scrutiny.
"I hope you've learned your lesson about discretion and the importance of keeping your mouth shut," she said.
Neal looked up, confused. "Discretion?"
"Never mind."
"So," he began, "I hear you're leaving tomorrow."
"Yeah."
He kept his gaze on his food. "And how does Dom feel about that?"
Both Seaver and Esmond stopped to look at Kel. She blushed. They exchanged grins, then went back to their peas.
Kel lowered her voice and leaned in to Neal. "I haven't told him yet. He's not around."
"He'll be upset."
"I don't have a choice. Besides, we'll see each other... eventually, right?"
Neal gave her a pitying look.
Kel examined her hands. "Everything's falling to pieces."
He sighed and put an arm around her shoulders. "It'll be all right, Kel. Of course you'll see each other... eventually. And not for very long. But, you know what they say!"
"No, Neal. What do they say?"
"Trial and something or other, love growing stronger and stuff."
"They don't say that."
"Oh, you'd be surprised what they say."
Owen threw open the mess doors, walked over buoyantly, and plunked down beside them. In fact, he plunked so hard that the table shook and Seaver and Esmond's leaning tower toppled, scattering peas everywhere. Seaver's hand was still poised to balance the 198th pea.
"Hello!" said Owen
Esmond started hitting his head against the table.
"Why is he doing that?"
"He's reshaping his forehead." said Neal.
"Oh. Well that's an odd thing to do, isn't it?"
"What are you doing back?" asked Kel.
"My lord visited home for a while and his wife couldn't stand me. Said I was suffering from excessive happiness. I got sent here for while, under Sir Miles' supervision. It's a jolly change of scenery!"
"I'm glad I got to see you before I leave."
"Going back to New Hope?"
"Yes."
"Well, you'll be glad to be back, won't you?"
Kel didn't answer.
"Hey, Neal, why are you all dressed up like a monk just to come eat? I can barely see your face!"
At the name Neal, some of the cooking staff looked up. A big man reached for a broom handle. "Gotta go!" said Neal. He vaulted over the bench. "This is the price I pay for living life on the wild side, Owen!" He bolted for the door, closely followed by the burly man with the broomstick.
Owen was confused. "What did I say?"
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It was late when Dom knocked on her door. She hadn't been able to find him all day, so she had to break the news to him.
Dom's only reaction was to kiss her passionately for the longest time in while. His intensity surprised Kel, and she kissed him back for all she was worth.
They spent a long time just standing there together, trying to drive the thought of tomorrow from their minds. When Kel left, they probably wouldn't see each other for the next couple months, maybe more. Dom said he would try as hard as he could to get assigned to New Hope, but he'd get sent back to the border before long.
Finally, he took his swollen lips from hers. He cupped her cheek. "I'll be there to say goodbye in the morning," he said. Kel nodded. Dom pressed his mouth to hers one last time, then turned to leave.
"Stay," Kel said. Dom stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes met hers. She could see a glimmer of hope in them. "Stay with me."
At first he paused, not sure what to do. Kel looked at him encouragingly. Seeing the look in her eyes, he blew out the candles nearby, so the light was dimmed. Dom walked back and took her hand in his, rubbing it softly. Kel shyly but insistently tugged him toward the bed. She sat down on it and gazed up at him, waiting. He slowly bent to meet her lips. Dom's arms came about her and she leaned back against the pillows.
He made quick work of her breastband this time, then slipped her shirt over her head just as Kel removed his. She placed her hands on his muscled back as he leaned forward hungrily to kiss the base of her neck. His hands kneaded her breasts, bringing forth soft moans from her throat. With shaking fingers, she unbuckled his belt. He bent over to help her pull his trousers down over his thighs.
A soft breeze came through the window, and the last candle guttered and died.
A/N: Woah! I did not know I was capable of that. I hope you liked it.
For the next couple days, Dom was tied up with the Own. He tried to get time alone with Kel whenever he could, but it was never long. It was even worse that they both knew she would have to leave soon, and it showed in their brief meetings. They kissed with an air of desperation, trying to make the moment somehow last longer. Dom's hand never found its way up her shirt again, but Kel was beginning to like the idea as their confrontations grew more and more heated. With the day of their separation looming ominously in her mind, Kel found herself wondering if it was the right time to share his bed.
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Kel was at breakfast with Seaver and Esmond. Dom was absent, as usual, and she was feeling particularly low. Lord Wyldon had sent her a letter instructing her return to New Hope. If she was to get there by the time he requested, she would have to leave tomorrow. Her friends kept this in mind and were as cheerful as possible. Kel wished Neal was there, but the last time he tried to enter the mess he'd been attacked with a frying pan. Esmond and Seaver were constructing a leaning tower of peas, since Kel had not bothered to tell them to eat their vegetables yet this morning.
"Just a little to the left...... No! NO! You're going to knock it over!"
"It's fine!"
"Kel, are you going to eat your peas?"
Kel handed them over.
They were on their 189th pea when Kel noticed a tall figure in a monk's robes shuffle into the mess. She watched it as it wove around the tables, bowing its head and pulling the hood more securely about it. When it reached their table, it bowed humbly and sat down next to Kel.
"Hey, Lady Knight, do me a favour?" It was Neal. "Could you fill an extra tray? Someone might guess who I am."
Kel smirked and got up. When she'd filled the tray, with an extra helping of vegetables, she walked back and placed it in front of him.
"Thanks," he said, eyeing the vegetables suspiciously, and dug in.
Kel watched him eat, having nothing better to do. Seaver was placing on the 192 pea under Esmond's scrutiny.
"I hope you've learned your lesson about discretion and the importance of keeping your mouth shut," she said.
Neal looked up, confused. "Discretion?"
"Never mind."
"So," he began, "I hear you're leaving tomorrow."
"Yeah."
He kept his gaze on his food. "And how does Dom feel about that?"
Both Seaver and Esmond stopped to look at Kel. She blushed. They exchanged grins, then went back to their peas.
Kel lowered her voice and leaned in to Neal. "I haven't told him yet. He's not around."
"He'll be upset."
"I don't have a choice. Besides, we'll see each other... eventually, right?"
Neal gave her a pitying look.
Kel examined her hands. "Everything's falling to pieces."
He sighed and put an arm around her shoulders. "It'll be all right, Kel. Of course you'll see each other... eventually. And not for very long. But, you know what they say!"
"No, Neal. What do they say?"
"Trial and something or other, love growing stronger and stuff."
"They don't say that."
"Oh, you'd be surprised what they say."
Owen threw open the mess doors, walked over buoyantly, and plunked down beside them. In fact, he plunked so hard that the table shook and Seaver and Esmond's leaning tower toppled, scattering peas everywhere. Seaver's hand was still poised to balance the 198th pea.
"Hello!" said Owen
Esmond started hitting his head against the table.
"Why is he doing that?"
"He's reshaping his forehead." said Neal.
"Oh. Well that's an odd thing to do, isn't it?"
"What are you doing back?" asked Kel.
"My lord visited home for a while and his wife couldn't stand me. Said I was suffering from excessive happiness. I got sent here for while, under Sir Miles' supervision. It's a jolly change of scenery!"
"I'm glad I got to see you before I leave."
"Going back to New Hope?"
"Yes."
"Well, you'll be glad to be back, won't you?"
Kel didn't answer.
"Hey, Neal, why are you all dressed up like a monk just to come eat? I can barely see your face!"
At the name Neal, some of the cooking staff looked up. A big man reached for a broom handle. "Gotta go!" said Neal. He vaulted over the bench. "This is the price I pay for living life on the wild side, Owen!" He bolted for the door, closely followed by the burly man with the broomstick.
Owen was confused. "What did I say?"
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It was late when Dom knocked on her door. She hadn't been able to find him all day, so she had to break the news to him.
Dom's only reaction was to kiss her passionately for the longest time in while. His intensity surprised Kel, and she kissed him back for all she was worth.
They spent a long time just standing there together, trying to drive the thought of tomorrow from their minds. When Kel left, they probably wouldn't see each other for the next couple months, maybe more. Dom said he would try as hard as he could to get assigned to New Hope, but he'd get sent back to the border before long.
Finally, he took his swollen lips from hers. He cupped her cheek. "I'll be there to say goodbye in the morning," he said. Kel nodded. Dom pressed his mouth to hers one last time, then turned to leave.
"Stay," Kel said. Dom stopped dead in his tracks. His eyes met hers. She could see a glimmer of hope in them. "Stay with me."
At first he paused, not sure what to do. Kel looked at him encouragingly. Seeing the look in her eyes, he blew out the candles nearby, so the light was dimmed. Dom walked back and took her hand in his, rubbing it softly. Kel shyly but insistently tugged him toward the bed. She sat down on it and gazed up at him, waiting. He slowly bent to meet her lips. Dom's arms came about her and she leaned back against the pillows.
He made quick work of her breastband this time, then slipped her shirt over her head just as Kel removed his. She placed her hands on his muscled back as he leaned forward hungrily to kiss the base of her neck. His hands kneaded her breasts, bringing forth soft moans from her throat. With shaking fingers, she unbuckled his belt. He bent over to help her pull his trousers down over his thighs.
A soft breeze came through the window, and the last candle guttered and died.
A/N: Woah! I did not know I was capable of that. I hope you liked it.
