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mwhaha. SCAM: Nate and Domino
Random Nate and Domino fluff, as requested, since people wanted fluff... Set: Er... 96/97. ish.
"I can't believe you're seasick."
"Shut up."
"No, really, Nate," tipping the brim of her hat slightly, Domino smirked at her companion. "It's kinda cute."
"Cute?" Nathan Christopher Charles Summers Dayspring didn't lift his head from where it lay against the railing of the yacht they were sailing on. "I am not cute."
"Yes you are."
"Shut up."
"You said that already."
"Oath, woman, would you --" He was interrupted as a particularly nasty swell sent the boat rolling, and he had to lean over and hope not to bring up more of his lunch. Not that there was any lunch left to bring up.
"I know where there's more dramamine."
"Doesn't help."
"Oh?"
"Allergic."
She considered this, then moved slightly and leaned over to pat his ass. "Poor baby."
"Hate you." He muttered.
"Uh-huh. That's not what you were saying two nights ago."
One eye glared at her, although he was mildly distracted. She was right. He hadn't been saying anything about hate. There'd been a lot of begging, though. "Dom."
"Nate."
"C'mere, woman."
"You're puking. No."
He huffed and turned back to watch the ocean. "Fine. Be that way."
"And stay upwind of me, man."
"You're all heart, Dom. All heart."
"That's why I'm here, Nate. To keep you from getting too self-assured."
"Have I said I hate you?"
"Yes. But I'm still discounting it, since I seem to recall a lot of 'fuck, you're good'."
He glared at her once more, then turned back to the sea and sighed.
"Hrm." Domino shifted in her chair, "Have I told you what a great idea this was? Sun, sea, sex... well, not the sex, since you've been sick since we got here."
"I didn't know," he muttered.
"Pity." She leaned over and smacked his ass again, "Next time, I suggest a vacation NOT on the water."
"No arguments here."
-f-
"I can't believe you're seasick."
"Shut up."
"No, really, Nate," tipping the brim of her hat slightly, Domino smirked at her companion. "It's kinda cute."
"Cute?" Nathan Christopher Charles Summers Dayspring didn't lift his head from where it lay against the railing of the yacht they were sailing on. "I am not cute."
"Yes you are."
"Shut up."
"You said that already."
"Oath, woman, would you --" He was interrupted as a particularly nasty swell sent the boat rolling, and he had to lean over and hope not to bring up more of his lunch. Not that there was any lunch left to bring up.
"I know where there's more dramamine."
"Doesn't help."
"Oh?"
"Allergic."
She considered this, then moved slightly and leaned over to pat his ass. "Poor baby."
"Hate you." He muttered.
"Uh-huh. That's not what you were saying two nights ago."
One eye glared at her, although he was mildly distracted. She was right. He hadn't been saying anything about hate. There'd been a lot of begging, though. "Dom."
"Nate."
"C'mere, woman."
"You're puking. No."
He huffed and turned back to watch the ocean. "Fine. Be that way."
"And stay upwind of me, man."
"You're all heart, Dom. All heart."
"That's why I'm here, Nate. To keep you from getting too self-assured."
"Have I said I hate you?"
"Yes. But I'm still discounting it, since I seem to recall a lot of 'fuck, you're good'."
He glared at her once more, then turned back to the sea and sighed.
"Hrm." Domino shifted in her chair, "Have I told you what a great idea this was? Sun, sea, sex... well, not the sex, since you've been sick since we got here."
"I didn't know," he muttered.
"Pity." She leaned over and smacked his ass again, "Next time, I suggest a vacation NOT on the water."
"No arguments here."
-f-
*giggles*
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