No!
Dom rode through the palace gates with a newfound energy after the hard ride. He had to know. He had to see Kel. Had she stopped loving him?
Though he would be punished for it later, he vaulted off of his horse without unsaddling or brushing, or watering him. He wasn't letting anything get between him and Kel. Not anybody. Not even handsome blond scribes.
He was just on his way to the main doors when he heard a giggle. He paused in mid-stride. Was that Kel? It had certainly sounded like her. That very giggle that delighted his heart. He heard it again. He felt a shiver roll down his spine. It was a reflex. Like when the healer hits your knee with that little hammer and it pops up like it has a life of its own.
Dom remembered his cousin being fascinated by this. In fact, he would hit his knee all the time around the house, whenever he got the chance. Sometimes, he would tap Dom on the shoulder, yelling, "Dom! Look! Look at me!" And then he would sit down and hit his knee, watching the resulting reflex with awe. "Isn't that fascinating, Dom? Try it!"
Dom did not "try it". Who ever heard of a six year old using the word fascinating anyway? Even Dom didn't say fascinating, and he'd been nine then. That's when Dom started calling his cousin 'Meathead', because that's what he was. That's what he still was.
The entire phase had ended when Neal tried it at an important dinner meeting of Dom's uncle Duke Baird. The entire table was jolted, the salad ended up in Lady Elthia's fancy hair ornament and it took three hours to pull the fried octopus off of Colonel Misla's face.
Other than that, the entire thing didn't cause much damage, except for the fact that Neal lost the reflex in his right knee.
Dom was curious. He walked over to a sturdy trellis. He knew it was sturdy because he'd once climbed it to give Kel a bouquet of white lilies through the window during the first month of their marriage. Then he'd fallen and landed in the rose bush. Never again did he climb the trellis. Until now.
He made quick progress and soon grasped the window sill. With a heave, he pulled himself up, then froze at what he saw.
Marques had his arms around Kel, his hands drifting lower and lower, grasping, feeling, touching. He showered her neck with kisses, pulling her shirt down over her shoulder and caressing the soft skin. But the worst part of it was Kel, giggling, blushing, biting her lip, moaning – it was too much for him.
He felt himself lose his grip on the sill, and then he was falling, falling, down into the rosebush – the thorns gleamed in the sun, their points like daggers. Dom screamed.
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"Dom!" cried Wolset, "Y'all right, mate? DOM!"
Sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped off his nose, he could almost feel the thorns biting into his skin. And Kel! Oh Kel! Giggling!
"Twas just a dream, Dom!"
He nodded weakly. His muscles were all bunched, still bracing themselves for impact. He took a deep breath and tried to relax.
"That must have been some bad dream, sergeant."
Dom took a sip of water from the cup beside his cot. "It was a nightmare."
You know, I didn't even consider making you wait until Monia mentioned 'sadism', and then I was inspired.
Dom rode through the palace gates with a newfound energy after the hard ride. He had to know. He had to see Kel. Had she stopped loving him?
Though he would be punished for it later, he vaulted off of his horse without unsaddling or brushing, or watering him. He wasn't letting anything get between him and Kel. Not anybody. Not even handsome blond scribes.
He was just on his way to the main doors when he heard a giggle. He paused in mid-stride. Was that Kel? It had certainly sounded like her. That very giggle that delighted his heart. He heard it again. He felt a shiver roll down his spine. It was a reflex. Like when the healer hits your knee with that little hammer and it pops up like it has a life of its own.
Dom remembered his cousin being fascinated by this. In fact, he would hit his knee all the time around the house, whenever he got the chance. Sometimes, he would tap Dom on the shoulder, yelling, "Dom! Look! Look at me!" And then he would sit down and hit his knee, watching the resulting reflex with awe. "Isn't that fascinating, Dom? Try it!"
Dom did not "try it". Who ever heard of a six year old using the word fascinating anyway? Even Dom didn't say fascinating, and he'd been nine then. That's when Dom started calling his cousin 'Meathead', because that's what he was. That's what he still was.
The entire phase had ended when Neal tried it at an important dinner meeting of Dom's uncle Duke Baird. The entire table was jolted, the salad ended up in Lady Elthia's fancy hair ornament and it took three hours to pull the fried octopus off of Colonel Misla's face.
Other than that, the entire thing didn't cause much damage, except for the fact that Neal lost the reflex in his right knee.
Dom was curious. He walked over to a sturdy trellis. He knew it was sturdy because he'd once climbed it to give Kel a bouquet of white lilies through the window during the first month of their marriage. Then he'd fallen and landed in the rose bush. Never again did he climb the trellis. Until now.
He made quick progress and soon grasped the window sill. With a heave, he pulled himself up, then froze at what he saw.
Marques had his arms around Kel, his hands drifting lower and lower, grasping, feeling, touching. He showered her neck with kisses, pulling her shirt down over her shoulder and caressing the soft skin. But the worst part of it was Kel, giggling, blushing, biting her lip, moaning – it was too much for him.
He felt himself lose his grip on the sill, and then he was falling, falling, down into the rosebush – the thorns gleamed in the sun, their points like daggers. Dom screamed.
______________________________________________________________________________
"Dom!" cried Wolset, "Y'all right, mate? DOM!"
Sweat trickled down his forehead and dripped off his nose, he could almost feel the thorns biting into his skin. And Kel! Oh Kel! Giggling!
"Twas just a dream, Dom!"
He nodded weakly. His muscles were all bunched, still bracing themselves for impact. He took a deep breath and tried to relax.
"That must have been some bad dream, sergeant."
Dom took a sip of water from the cup beside his cot. "It was a nightmare."
You know, I didn't even consider making you wait until Monia mentioned 'sadism', and then I was inspired.
