Snowblind
By strawberry_miow
Chapter 5 - All I wanted…
"It's times like those where Neal just seems to personify that nickname of yours" Kel laughed as soon as they were out of earshot of the fuming knight. It was still snowing lightly casting shadows of midwinter on the ground as they walked, their footsteps echoing traces of their visit while their spirits laughing at the antics thereof.
Dom grinned, cerulean eyes full of mirth, "As they say, Meathead by name, meathead by nature" the commander and the lady knight were walking side by side, it hadn't taken long for Dom to catch up to her. She had barely got a few feet before almost crippling over in silent laughter. Neal really could entertain a person.
"Has he always been like that?" Kel asked, face still alight with impish giggles.
"Since before he could walk" they both locked gazes and laughed.
It had been a very…eventful evening. Fun, but full of…unexpected surprises so to speak. Neal had just been lucky the two of them hadn't jumped him, their various training taking effect. Oh he had been very lucky indeed they hadn't even after they'd found out who it was. They had been tempted. Very tempted.
They reached the entrance to the main building where the most part of the rooms where. With a smirk to Kel, Dom held the door open for her, mock bowing, "Lady's first"
She shook her head smiling as she walked past him, "Feeling chivalrous tonight are we sergeant?" she teased as he followed her, the gentle clicking of the door closing echoed in the deserted hallways. It was obvious from the lack of occupancy that a fair amount of people were still at the ball.
"If that is a jest at my aristocratic pride lady knight then I must inform you that I know more about how to treat a lady than my meatheaded cousin" he grinned, quirking an eyebrow sarcastically…a trait the relatives seemed to share Kel noticed with a wry smile.
She laughed, "What? Let me guess, instead of wooing a lady with bad poetry you woo her with bad singing"
The sergeant cast her a look of mock hurt, holding a hand to his heart, "Why Kel, I am shocked to imagine you would think such a thing! I happen to be a very good singer" Kel couldn't help but laugh, seeing this he pouted just before starting to sing. And much to the lady knight's shock, he actually wasn't that bad.
" I feel my wings have broken, in your hands, I feel the words unspoken, inside…When they pull you under, and I would give you any thing you want. You were all I wanted. All my dreams are falling down, Crawling round and round and round…"
She laughed and playfully shoved him, he returned the grin with one of his own and bowed. She could really see the similarities between him and Neal now. But where her best friend was a little…eccentric, so to speak politely, Dom was just…well….Dom. There was not really any other way to explain it…
"So, did you have fun tonight milady?" he asked as they resumed what could be classed as normal conversation. Kel turned to look at him; his dark hair was covered with a light dusting of snowflakes, melting slightly under the warmth of inside. A strand of that silky hair was hanging down over his forehead and she had to clasp her hands together to resist the urge to brush it aside.
"It was…not as I expected" she replied, blinking to rid her mind of the thoughts of him. It seemed that he was in her central musing category more than a few times these days, she didn't want to think as of to why but deep down she already knew. Denial could be useful sometimes….
The sergeant laughed, "I don't think it was as any of us expected," he admitted, "Especially Meathead, unless of course he planned ahead to hide in those bushes…I wonder when he'll realise they were actually poison ivy"
"Probably by morning" Kel supplied with a smile, "And then he'll come blaming us for his…`torturously itchy body` and telling us how he is cursed by the Gods" they both laughed, knowing all too well what would happen. What had happened several times before.
They walked a little further down the corridors, passing several rows of obviously empty rooms. The Midwinter Ball was one of the biggest social events in Corus, of course nobody would have left yet. Apart from the sergeant and the lady knight of course, but that was different as it always was. The two continued their conversations of earlier, chatting about the big things, and the small things, and the somewhat unimportant things too. It didn't matter to them though, didn't even really register in their minds.
"Well, this is my room" Kel stated after a while, coming to a pause outside one of the doors. She turned to Dom and smiled, "Thanks Dom"
He mocked bowed, "`'Twas a pleasure milady"
She went to turn and open her door when she noticed the sergeant still standing there, looking down at his feet as if they were the most important things in the world. Still holding her key, she spun to face him, her face questioning, "Erm…Dom?" she asked. He looked up and met her gaze.
Before she could comprehend what was happening he leant forward and swiftly brushed his lips against hers. It was short and sweet, but what it lacked in time it made up for in feeling…it was the feather light of touches yet just the sensation of his mouth pressed against her own sent the lady knight into a slight daze.
He pulled back quickly, looking somewhat embarrassed before walking off mumbling something to the effect of Good night.
Kel, on the other hand, was rooted to the spot. Her mind repeating the same words over and over: What in Mithros` name just happened here?