Hey! Superdee again! First, I wanna thank Treanz-Alyce and singer-of-all-
songs for their short but sweet reviews. Please please please read and
review! I now know how much it means 2 people. Oh ya, Treanz-Alyce, this
chappie is gonna be a bit KEL NEALy as well but I promise, my heart lies
with dom for now.
Anywho, Disclaimer: I do not own anything Tamora Peircey. I do, however own me and a few other things that she can't have. HAH!
Lol, on with the story
When she woke, Kel was in a cold, empty room. She shivered, seeming to have nothing on. As she came to, she saw chains and instruments of torture hanging on the ceiling. She felt weights on her wrists (what the? I don't have wrist practice weights) She looked at her wrists, heavy handcuffs marred her delicate and scratched hands and as she had thought before, she was indeed wearing only a loincloth and breastband.
Looking around, she saw another inadequately clad figure. His back was oddly familiar (A/N as far as backs go.) Forgetting the chains, she advanced to him only to be tripped by her bondings. The ensuing crash brought the near-naked figure lying on the floor to awaken and open his eyes. Kel caught sight of Neal and blushed profusely. Neal was also only wearing a loincloth and the sight of him so little clothed brought back bad memories of the crush she had on him years before. Neal saw her and frowned at the lack of clothing and how much the chains were chafing his best friends wrists. Catching sight of her blushing, Neal sauntered slowly to her side, swinging his hips lightly and teasing her. Kel's face reddened even more and she shivered profusely. Neal laughed, he walked over, leaned really close to her ear and whispered "You are enjoying the show huh?" Kel stammered. Neal laughed and began to melt the chains around Kel's wrists with his gift. (A/N: can he do this?) She smiled appreciatively and rubbed her wrists. "Where are we?" She asked, her earlier confusion returning. "We're in the dungeon of.."
And here, I'll leave you with a cliffie. Evil aren't it?
LOL I'm just kidding. I hate cliffies they r just a good way 2 get the readers 2 r&r. If you promise to R&R then I will continue. Ok?
Ok fine. I'll keep on going.
"We're in the dungeon of King Maggur of Scanra. We've been here for a week. They hit you so hard on the head that you didn't come to until now. I used lots of healing charms on you though, You should be fine, albeit a bit tired for about a week. "
"Why are we here?"
"Because we are knights. Or at least, I am. "
Kel gasped, "what do you mean?"
Neal looked deeply into Kel's eyes, begging her to stay calm. "They don't know about you. "
Kel gave him an Tell-me-more look and raised her eyebrows for emphasis. " I think that they think that you are some kind of ummmmmm well..." Kel raised her arm to punch Neal warningly, "Alright but don't hurt me. They think you are a prostitute or my girlfriend, accompanying me to my fief.
Kel stared in dismay and stammered " Well they should know that I'm not. Why didn't you tell them?"
"Because if they knew, they would torture you too." Neal turned sheet-white and covered his mouth with his hand " I didn't mean to say that. They don't torture me. I think they might but ummm they don't now."
Kel looked at Neal "you are lying." She said darkly before she jumped on Neal and wrestled him to the ground. (A/N not in a sexual way. That will come later and w/ Dom Kel and Neal are just best friends)
"See? Nothing is there Kel." Neal said. Kel reached around Neal's torso and felt his back, tracing the scabs of countless whipmarks. Damn. I thought I had gotten rid of those. I guess not. While Neal was engrossed in his thoughts, he did not notice Kel flipping him over until his face met the cold, hard floor and he felt her legs straddle his knees. Coming back from his self-accusatory thoughts, he flipped himself over until his back was hidden and he fully faced Kel. She leaned closer to give him a hug. Feeling his warm arms surround her, she felt at peace with the world for a few seconds.
Anywho, Disclaimer: I do not own anything Tamora Peircey. I do, however own me and a few other things that she can't have. HAH!
Lol, on with the story
When she woke, Kel was in a cold, empty room. She shivered, seeming to have nothing on. As she came to, she saw chains and instruments of torture hanging on the ceiling. She felt weights on her wrists (what the? I don't have wrist practice weights) She looked at her wrists, heavy handcuffs marred her delicate and scratched hands and as she had thought before, she was indeed wearing only a loincloth and breastband.
Looking around, she saw another inadequately clad figure. His back was oddly familiar (A/N as far as backs go.) Forgetting the chains, she advanced to him only to be tripped by her bondings. The ensuing crash brought the near-naked figure lying on the floor to awaken and open his eyes. Kel caught sight of Neal and blushed profusely. Neal was also only wearing a loincloth and the sight of him so little clothed brought back bad memories of the crush she had on him years before. Neal saw her and frowned at the lack of clothing and how much the chains were chafing his best friends wrists. Catching sight of her blushing, Neal sauntered slowly to her side, swinging his hips lightly and teasing her. Kel's face reddened even more and she shivered profusely. Neal laughed, he walked over, leaned really close to her ear and whispered "You are enjoying the show huh?" Kel stammered. Neal laughed and began to melt the chains around Kel's wrists with his gift. (A/N: can he do this?) She smiled appreciatively and rubbed her wrists. "Where are we?" She asked, her earlier confusion returning. "We're in the dungeon of.."
And here, I'll leave you with a cliffie. Evil aren't it?
LOL I'm just kidding. I hate cliffies they r just a good way 2 get the readers 2 r&r. If you promise to R&R then I will continue. Ok?
Ok fine. I'll keep on going.
"We're in the dungeon of King Maggur of Scanra. We've been here for a week. They hit you so hard on the head that you didn't come to until now. I used lots of healing charms on you though, You should be fine, albeit a bit tired for about a week. "
"Why are we here?"
"Because we are knights. Or at least, I am. "
Kel gasped, "what do you mean?"
Neal looked deeply into Kel's eyes, begging her to stay calm. "They don't know about you. "
Kel gave him an Tell-me-more look and raised her eyebrows for emphasis. " I think that they think that you are some kind of ummmmmm well..." Kel raised her arm to punch Neal warningly, "Alright but don't hurt me. They think you are a prostitute or my girlfriend, accompanying me to my fief.
Kel stared in dismay and stammered " Well they should know that I'm not. Why didn't you tell them?"
"Because if they knew, they would torture you too." Neal turned sheet-white and covered his mouth with his hand " I didn't mean to say that. They don't torture me. I think they might but ummm they don't now."
Kel looked at Neal "you are lying." She said darkly before she jumped on Neal and wrestled him to the ground. (A/N not in a sexual way. That will come later and w/ Dom Kel and Neal are just best friends)
"See? Nothing is there Kel." Neal said. Kel reached around Neal's torso and felt his back, tracing the scabs of countless whipmarks. Damn. I thought I had gotten rid of those. I guess not. While Neal was engrossed in his thoughts, he did not notice Kel flipping him over until his face met the cold, hard floor and he felt her legs straddle his knees. Coming back from his self-accusatory thoughts, he flipped himself over until his back was hidden and he fully faced Kel. She leaned closer to give him a hug. Feeling his warm arms surround her, she felt at peace with the world for a few seconds.
