This one is rated T or PG-13, but I don't want to raise the rating of the whole collection of drabbles, so skip this one if you must. And Dom bashing in this. I don't like Dom that much.
Kel leaned against her door. Inside, her emotions raged. How could he do that to me, that bastard. I never should've trusted him. Neal was right—he wouldn't give up his Player tendencies for anyone. From a side of her consciousness, a thought formed. You knew it was coming. A man like Dom has… needs. You were not able to fulfill those… needs, so he found someone else. Nothing else to say. Cut your ties, and move on. Kel sighed. She knew that that thought was right. Dom was a Player worthy of a title, and she was a conservative in matters of her heart. She wouldn't give her innocence up to just anyone.
Dom stalked the corridors, trying to find Kel. She saw, she had to have seen, that was the only explanation for the Yamani face to show up right after he fulfilled his… needs. He grinned—she was a fun one to try to fool, and she lasted so much longer some of the court ladies. He liked her, sure, but not enough to give up his only source of entertainment.
Dom reached Kel's door. He knocked. She opened. She slammed the door. A voice carried through the door- "Goodbye Dom, and thank the gods I don't have to deal with you anymore."