And so it begins...
I woke the next morning feeling better than I had in a long time. A grin spread across my lips and I reached out for Kel. The sheets were cold. I opened my eyes, sitting up and looking about frantically. She wasn't there.
I dressed quickly and flew into the study. Hearing voices from the front hall, I took the distance in three strides.
Kel was just closing the door, which creaked. Must oil door. There was another, a man, who was leaning against the doorpost, smiling charmingly. He reached up to sweep his smooth black hair out of sparkling green eyes. Olive skin showed through the half opened white shirt, tucked into doe skin breeches. His coat hung over his arm, wine red embroidered with black and gold. All screamed money and arrogance. In fact, he kind of reminded me of someone. Hey, wait a minute.......
Kel noticed me standing there and smiled. Reminded me of last night. "Hey, Dom, this is my new scribe, Carlos. Carlos, my husband, Dom."
Coincidence? I think not.
I might write another Kel/Dom if I get more ideas. Thanx to everyone who reviewed. To thekeeperofwords, I hope you're not incapacitated at the moment. You gave me the impression that you had been rather anxious about the ending to this story. In fact, I apparently brought many people to tears. But you have Raoul. He didn't throw anyone out of windows or off balconies, but he was there. Don't worry. Be happy. I'll have to throw in a sexy disco dance scene for you sometime. (though I can't imagine Raoul dancing at all. Maybe he could be the construction worker in the 'YMCA')
I woke the next morning feeling better than I had in a long time. A grin spread across my lips and I reached out for Kel. The sheets were cold. I opened my eyes, sitting up and looking about frantically. She wasn't there.
I dressed quickly and flew into the study. Hearing voices from the front hall, I took the distance in three strides.
Kel was just closing the door, which creaked. Must oil door. There was another, a man, who was leaning against the doorpost, smiling charmingly. He reached up to sweep his smooth black hair out of sparkling green eyes. Olive skin showed through the half opened white shirt, tucked into doe skin breeches. His coat hung over his arm, wine red embroidered with black and gold. All screamed money and arrogance. In fact, he kind of reminded me of someone. Hey, wait a minute.......
Kel noticed me standing there and smiled. Reminded me of last night. "Hey, Dom, this is my new scribe, Carlos. Carlos, my husband, Dom."
Coincidence? I think not.
I might write another Kel/Dom if I get more ideas. Thanx to everyone who reviewed. To thekeeperofwords, I hope you're not incapacitated at the moment. You gave me the impression that you had been rather anxious about the ending to this story. In fact, I apparently brought many people to tears. But you have Raoul. He didn't throw anyone out of windows or off balconies, but he was there. Don't worry. Be happy. I'll have to throw in a sexy disco dance scene for you sometime. (though I can't imagine Raoul dancing at all. Maybe he could be the construction worker in the 'YMCA')