Howdy there folks! Sorry for my lack of updates on this fic, been racing round trying to get all my fic ideas down on paper as some of you know. I feel the need to explain about Natalia's age compared to Raoul.He's about forty-something....let's say 42 for the sake of argument.Natalia is about 23/4 ish, and Dom is 25.There,much better. Thankyou to all my lovely reviewers,especially Shifshif and Evilstrawberry. Enjoy the chappie! Oh, and speech is italics, character's thoughts in bold and the characters mind's opinion in underlined. Sorry about shortness!
Disclaimer-I own nothing of these characters and places.......except Joren –huggles Joren,Court Official appears-
Court Official:Ahem!
Me:Fine! –releases Joren- You happy now? –pouts-
Several dances later, Natalia sat by herself, sipping wine and trying to hide her boredom. Sure, watching Raoul and Buri try to dance together was entertaining- but only for a while. Not really paying attention, a voice drew her out of her musings. Looking up, Natalia's eye travelled up the broad, muscled frame to the smoky eyes of the King's own sergeant that was standing before her. Woah...
"Would you like to dance?"
Dom grinned flirtatiously at her, winking to let her know he was serious. His eyes moved over her face and neck, eventually coming to rest on her chest. A slight cough from Natalia brought his gaze up to where they should be, on her face. Mithros, she's beautiful....... Natalia raised one eyebrow elegantly as she noticed where his gaze was.
"It would be my pleasure sergeant, however, my face would be up here"
The last comment was given with a smile as she offered her hand to Dom. Leading her to the dancefloor, Dom placed his hands on her waist and hers around his neck. As he did so, Natalia felt her pulse quicken rapidly. With alarming speed, Dom pulled her closer against him, so that their hips were touching. Feeling his arousal dig into the side of her leg, she looked up into stormy grey eyes, smiling cheekily though she tried to contain her Damn pulse! Slow down!
At the opposite ends of the table, Kel sat grumpily. Her eyes moved slowly over the masses of people until she recognised Dom and Raoul's friend. What was her name again? Oh yes, Natalia. Miserable wench! Surprised by the thoughts running through her head, Kel shook herself once or twice then returned to reality. Watching as Dom moved closer to the other Lady Knight, Kel felt another twinge of jealousy followed closely by anger, then bewilderment. Dear Goddess, what is wrong with me?! Dom's my friend, my comrade, not someone to be fought over! I'm not in love with him! Uh-huh, sure Kel. You repeat that to yourself often enough and you might start to believe it. I mean it, I don't! Oh? Then why are you glaring at Natalia then? I was, I was...... just shut up! Looks like somebody's' ma-ad! Damn you!
Kel was rapidly brought back to the present by a nudge from Neal. Glaring at him, he grinned cheerfully back.
"What's the matter Mindelan? Miss the chance to dance with someone I know?"
It was at this moment, Kel could understand why Neal could make someone want to punch him, just for saying "hello". Still glaring at him, she shifted herself and snapped.
"I don't have the slightest idea what you're talking about Neal, so unless you have something to say that is worth saying, shut it!"
Neal raised his hands in mock-surrender. Yuki, who was sitting opposite Kel, crinkled the corners of her eyes in amusement at Kel's comment. Kel grinned ruefully, not noticing Neal stick his tongue out at her back.
Once again, I am sooo sorry I didn't update! Now I need to have someone to make up a foursome with Natalia, Kel and Dom. Should I bring Joren back from the dead? Or should Faleron or Merric turn up? Choices are below, please let me know via review!
Joren (-drools-)
Faleron
Merric
Owen
Lots of love
Lady Magewhisper
Evilstrawberry, would you be interested in being the beta reader for this fic and the script of one I'm writing? I need an honest opinion on the script before I let the flamers have their two cents.