A/N: thanks to everyone who updated the last chapter! I love all you guys out there!

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Midnight Unusualities

The Devious Attitude of a Court Doxy

Dom gave Kel another quick peck on the cheek and let himself quickly out of her room. He didn't want to outstay his welcome.

Striding down the hallway to his room happily, Dom finally felt contented with himself. He had sorted things out with Kel. Finally. She hadn't screamed or shouted. He had told her how he felt. She had told him she returned his feelings. For once his life was on track and going well…

Until he bumped in Lady Magdalena. She was one of the full-bosomed court beauties, with long blonde hair that was just meant to be ran through fingers.

"Domitan," she purred seductively. He had courted her once. How could he have, when he had Kel right under his nose? That just showed how shallow-minded he had been. He had a bad feeling that his past was about to rebound back on to him. With disastrous consequences.

"Domitan," she whispered huskily again. "How long has it been since I have seen you?" she tapped her soft, full lips with one pale, slander finger as though in deep concentration. "I don't really remember. Maybe it was some time around when you left me."

Dom gulped. He had a really bad feeling that the past was about to rebound on him. "Magdalena, I don't think… really don't think… that we should talk about things like that… here."

Magdalena moved closer to him, stalking him as one did prey. He was just plain scared now. What did she want from him? Apart from revenge that is…

"I want you, Domitan," she murmured again, licking her lips in a slow deliberate motion. He knew exactly what she was implying. Well, she couldn't have it. He was a changed man. He was a changed man since his relationship with Kel had differed. He no longer wanted these court beauties with their long blond hair, shapely legs, tiny waists, beautifully sculpted faces, big breasts…

Or did he?

"Go away, Magdalena," he voice was hoarse. He was not going to cheat on Kel after he had just regained her trust. "I don't want you anymore. I'm courting… somebody else, so… don't."

Magdalena's face twisted into a mask of hatred before she smoothed it again, and it regained its usual 'butter-wouldn't-melt-in-her-mouth' look. He was sure she was feeling very resentful to whoever Dom's new lover was at that moment. Fortunately, apart from Neal and Yuki, no one knew of Dom and Kel's relationship. Fortunately. Or maybe not.

Maybe if Magdalena had known that her competition for Dom was a Lady Knight, she might have left him alone, and take no more attention to her lustful fantasies of him.

But, as court gossips go, they had failed this time. They had failed to inform any of the court that he and Kel were 'courting'. He wasn't even sure he could call it that. Kel hadn't actually decided what she wanted from him yet. Yet.

So Magdalena didn't know about him and Kel. So she didn't know that there was an extremely strong Lady Knight possibly waiting to punch her nose in if she stole her… courtier.

That was probably why she continued with her seduction routine. She had probably performed it on many men before him. of that, Dom was sure.

Pouting slightly, Magdalena thrust out her generous chest and put on puppy-dog eyes. Now she looked like a dog as well as being one.

"What, Domitan?" She asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at him. "Don't you want me? I could make you a very happy man. Happier, even, than that Lady Knight."

Maybe he had been wrong about the court gossips. He knew Meathead couldn't have kept his big mouth shut.

"I don't think…" he swallowed, "that would be possible."

The lump in his throat was steadily growing bigger. He was sure it was going to enlarge and strangle him soon.

Magdalena growled in what could only be suppressed anger. Either that or desire.

"I will have you, Domitan," she growled. Her face had contorted to a mask of extreme unpleasantness. "I will have you, either with your will or against it. Did you hear me? I will have you."

Dom almost shivered before he stopped himself. He shouldn't be scared of a court lady. Or should he? Maybe he could just be scared of this one. She, after all, seemed rather more dangerous than any others.

She had backed him up against the wall. He had no way of escaping. She was in between Dom and his freedom.

This was a battle off the field, not weapons and bravery, but smiles and deceit. It was a fight with manners not might, fans, not fearlessness. It was a fight where you couldn't tell who your enemy or ally was.

Magdalena moved closer to him, pressing her body up against his, her full breasts pillowing against his chest. He felt guilty enjoying the feeling of them squashed up against him and her wide hips almost grinding into his. He felt so guilty.

He tried half-heartedly to push her away, not really putting his full energy into it. "Magdalena," he grimaced. He needed to get her away before he did something he would really regret.

"Hush, Domitan," she assured him, her voice soothing. "Hush now. There is no more need for words."

And, so quickly he could have missed it, she captured his lips in a passionate kiss.

He tried to break it, he really did, but his heart didn't seem to be in it.

And so, instead of pushing her away, he wrapped his arms around her slender waist, fiddling with the ties on the back of her dress.

She pressed closer to him, as though trying to mould her body into his. Quite frankly he didn't mind.

Although, somewhere in the back of his mind, there was a nagging doubt about what he was doing. He knew he should be. He had a feeling that what he was doing was wrong but whatever it was, it had been forgotten when Magdalena had started kissing him.

A bang sounded from behind him. what was that? He frowned into the kiss. What was disturbing him?

"Dom?" a voice from behind him squeaked. Dom frowned again. He had heard that voice somewhere before. Now who was it…?

Kel.

He broke the kiss and swept around to face Kel. She was stood there in shock, her mouth open, her eyes wide.

Her glaive was lying on the floor. That was obviously what had made the loud noise.

He watched her. She closed her eyes and scrunched them up as though in pain. When she opened them again, she had steeled her face and no emotions were visible from behind her mask.

She nodded tightly at Dom, and glared slightly at Magdalena. "Domitan," she bowed stiffly. "I shall be seeing you around."

Picking up her glaive, she strode off, head held high, obviously trying to convince herself that she was less hurt than what she was actually feeling. She must have been in so much pain.

Dom mentally cursed himself in as many languages as he could think of at that moment, including Gallan which was actually, although no one would suspect it, very difficult. He had just gone and messed up their relationship that was balanced on the edge of a knife. It was balanced on the edge of a knife, and he had gone the whole way and pushed it off.

"Kel!" he yelled after her. At least he could try and make an effort to retieve their fragile feelings. "Kel! Come back! It'… it's not what you think!"

He tried to run after Kel, he really did, but Magdalena held him back with one surprisingly strong arm. "Just where do you think you're going?" she demanded angrily. "You're not going anywhere!"

And, ignoring Dom and his futile attempts to escape and try and redeem himself to Kel, Magdalena dragged Dom back for another kiss.

And once again his life was rubbish. He had wound in an unwanted court lady, pushed Kel away (once again) and proved that he was unfaithful to members of the female sex.

So, once again, Domitan of Masbolle's life was complete and utter crap.

A/N: Wow. That was the longest chapter I have written so far. Go me. does a little dance of self contented happiness 7 pages! Wow! Well… I think my mind is going into overdrive. I guess that's what you get from listening to Marilyn Manson, Nirvana, Korn and drum roll duh duh duh… Celine Dion! Impressive, yes? Listening to all of them while writing. Not at the same time of course…

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