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[quote][b]Dominic (Oct 18, 2002 03:21 p.m.):[/b] "I'm sorry, Roxdoll. Just caught me by surprise, is all." Dom passed a hand over his face and ran fingers through his hair, exhaling loudly as he sat down heavily on the edge of his bed. Across the room, Rox was watching him with a sharp, pointed expression on her little face, and although he'd managed to hide his reaction rather well, he knew that it hadn't escaped her notice. "I'm not [i]that[/i] stupid, Dommy. You got all googly-eyed when you read the list. Who is it?" She took the papers he'd been reading and scanned the list of newly arrived soldiers, searching for the source of his discomfiture. When she looked up, Dom avoided her gaze, and Rox was instantly suspicious. "Is it someone bad? Is it a [i]girl?[/i]" Dom didn't answer immediately, as he was busy trying to find a way to circumvent her questions. Rox always left her papers scattered about the room, and Dom usually at least glanced at them, perpetually curious as to what she might be up to. Finding the month's arrival list was interesting, and he'd been casually scanning it until a name caught his attention. Moira Windhaven. [i]Wick.[/i] It shouldn't have been particularly significant news, it reallly shouldn't have, but for some reason it was bothering him. He'd known that she'd be arriving eventually, but he hadn't known how strongly he'd react to seeing her name on that list. It had spurned the little voice of temptation inside him to snide laughter, and having long ago sworn he wouldn't let that temptation play with Rox, he was busy trying to subdue it again. Memories flooded over him, lust and anger and a brutal sense of satisfaction, and Dom was hard put to keep the smirk from his face. "It's nothing, precious. You're all worked up over nothing." "Hmmph, I'm not gonna believe that. If you don't wanna tell me, fiiiiiine. I'm late for work anyway." Rox stuck her tongue out at him before flouncing angrily from the room, and Dom watched her go in silence. It wouldn't make any difference if he apologized now or not; the damage was done, and she'd forget about it soon enough, anyway. He needed to think. [i]Now what do I do? Moira Windhaven. She must have married that green Jor. That's interesting.[/i] He flopped back onto the bed and lay staring at the ceiling, idly tapping his fingertips against his stomach. [i]That's an old list. I can't believe I missed her arrival more than a month ago. Slipping, Dom.[/i] His eyes closed as he tried to think. [i]I haven't seen her in... what? Four years? Five? I can't keep track. I wonder... I wonder if she still plays.[/i] [i]I wonder if she'd like to play again.[/i] A grin started to spread, and he quickly beat it down into submission, his brow furrowing as he reprimanded himself. [i]No. I said I wasn't going to do that again. But really, would it hurt to talk to her? I don't think it would. Rox and Don don't have to know.[/i] "Wick, Wick, Wick," he muttered to himself, before swinging his feet to the floor and standing. He took a moment to straighten his uniform, checking his reflection in the mirror, and there was a look in his eyes that he hadn't seen in too long. Dom let himself smile this time, and was out the door a moment later.[/quote]
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