Dr. Nazario

who n e e d s a motive? n o b o d y needs a reason to k i l l we’re a n i m a l s... it’s in our nature to kill b a s i c, s i m p l e you should have figured that out by now if you could r e a l l y get a w a y with it kill anyone, anyone at all w e l l you’d kill a n y o n e... anyone at all

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Anastas nearly vomited when Kai said that they actually looked good together. His reasons were only slightly similar to Cylana’s but… they didn’t run as deep and he rarely acted on them as a way to torture Dom every day of his life. At least Stas had the common decency to say Dom’s name when referring to him unlike… other people who lived there. “I mean… I just…” He didn’t know what to say at this point. It was nice, he guessed, that Dom had something positive in his life even if it seemed highly unlikely that something would’ve come out of it. But again, what did he know? Stas knew only a micrometer more than Dom knew about the whole dating ordeal. They had somewhat similar lives in a way, just a lot of unnecessary torture, really. However, Dom seemed even more sheltered than Stas who, for a few years, didn’t speak almost ever. 

He laughed then as Kai referred to Max, “Mr. Canaan,” he said then, snorting. “I don’t know either, obviously,” he added then and shrugged. “It just seems like, I don’t know. I thought he was going to have a heart attack when he found out she was even here and basically signed her, uh, everything over.” Stas and Max weren’t exactly close. No one really was beside Alfie, for obvious reasons, and Nazario because of the exchange of information. “I just mean like… That’s his kid, right?” Anastas asked then as if he didn’t know, “I don’t know. I feel like she probably had better… prospects as some people would say than… well… Dom.” Anastas shrugged again, suggesting for the millionth time he had no idea. “Like… you know the murder… and no murder.” 

When Stas had yet to finish his incomplete thought and she didn’t see him doing so, she grinned as he sat there mulling over this entire situation in his head. She carefully removed herself from her position under his arm and scooted off the bed. It was silent for the moment as he sat and  thought, the only sound being her light footsteps and the TV playing quietly. She peeled the white sweater dress she’d worn that day off of her body then crumpled it up and tossed it into the hamper in their closet. She turned to him, “Yes, Mr. Canaan, I don’t really know him,” she laughed. She turned back away and unclasped her bra to remove it as she disappeared into the closet. She dropped the bra into her designated undergarment drawer and opened the one below it for a random pajama t-shirt. She listened to everything he was saying from the bed as she threw the plain gray short sleeved t-shirt on. She left the closet in that and the white underwear she’d worn to dinner, the shirt was old and had a few holes in it, but this was usually what she wore to bed.

She leaned against the frame that separated the room and the closet and crossed her arms, dropping her head against the wall. She felt a little sad about what he’d said, his last point making sense. “Maybe...” Maybe she did have better prospects before here. Better prospects than Dom. People who didn’t murder, amongst other various ‘criminal’ activities. She sighed and pulled away from the frame, walking back to the bed. She slipped onto the bed and resumed her place next to Stas, this time under the warmth of the covers. She set a hand on his stomach and shrugged small. “But maybe this was meant to happen. I mean, she made the choice to join this organization. She left normalcy behind her when she did so. Just... to be fair.”

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Nazario had responded with… lightning speed. Alfie was only half surprised by this. On one hand, it was Nazario. He didn’t seem the type to delay a response for an ungodly amount of time. On the other hand, she imagined he probably had something better to do than immediately have pictures of Dom hanging around. She wasn’t about to question it, though. However, when she first saw the pictures, she didn’t really allow her brain to register them yet, thanking Nazario first before opening them up. It was then she nearly dropped her phone on the ground and gasped a lot louder than she had intended to. 

Swallowing hard with a moment of panic rising in her eyes, she looked up at Dom. Her mouth pressed into a line, stress lines surrounding the corners of her mouth as she stared at him. She couldn’t believe this. It felt like it would’ve been a sick joke from Cylana. That Cylana would’ve somehow been behind this. There was no way in the world that… No. 

She blinked, hard, and then looked back at the phone and was looking between the photos on the screen and the man who was in front of her. It was fake. It felt fake. She blinked a few times, zooming in on the photos and holding the phone up to compare to Dom but keeping it just out of his reach for seeing the pictures. 

“Oh my God,” she said then in a short gasp and shook her head. Alright. What were the chances that Cylana probably had a picture of Alfie around this time? It wasn’t like Max was inviting them all to her birthdays or anything. She didn’t know any of these people even existed. And anyway, Max worked with Nazario who seemed as though he respected privacy although his lover, on the other hand, was not too keen on the mere definition of privacy let alone the idea of respecting it. 

Alfie fumbled around with her phone, suddenly feeling clumsy and unable to touch the screen where she wanted to. She scrolled through random texts with Max, going to the photos that had been sent between the two of them. Max must have been reminiscing at some point as there were a few photos of Alfie from when she was around 15 or 16. She opened the photos and zoomed in a little, hiding the top bar that led back to her messages with Max. 

She got closer to Dom, turning the phone around and showing it to him and began stuttering, “Okay… Um.. I–” she didn’t know what to say and shook her head, almost embarrassed that this was her reaction. But how could she have prepared? “Do you recognize her?” She asked then, looking down at the picture and then up to Dom’s face, trying to study him as intently as possible. “At all?” She asked then, sliding the photo over to reveal another one. 

Dom became increasingly uncomfortable at Alfie’s behavior. When her phone went off with the sound of a new message and she opened it, she just kept looking weirder and weirder. He made a face at her as she held the phone up and looked between him and the phone. It wasn’t often he was scrutinized, certainly not with the expression she had on her face. He was really not enjoying being examined in this way. If it were anyone else besides Alfie, he would have rudely grabbed the phone out of their hands and demanded to see what the hell they were doing.

She finally took it down away from his face and he felt a bit of relief. What the hell was she doing that she needed to practically  put him under a microscope for? He watched her fumble around with her phone, her hands appearing to shake as she did so. This was odd to witness, as Alfie had a pair of the steadiest hands he’d ever seen, tinkering around with small parts and pieces of technology she was working on, making long and careful lines on plans she’d draw, all kinds of stuff. She was making him feel on edge. He almost blurted out for her to stop being such a weirdo, but he decided that would be better kept to himself. 

She turned the phone to him and showed him a picture of a girl. Is this what she had been so intensely looking at moments before? Why? He stared at the photo. “Yeah,” he said. He did. She looked a little different in those pictures but he could tell that that was most definitely the girl he’d met so many years ago. He made a confused face. If that was what she was viewing before, how? Did Cylana somehow know exactly who Dom had had sex with as a teenager and send these pictures to Alfie? Is that the text she’d received? How did that happen? 

“Yeah,” he repeated, “that’s... That’s the girl.” He looked harder at the pictures, a dumb smile displaying on his face in amusement at the memory of their night before it was quickly replaced with his confusion again. “Why? How did you get these?” He looked away from the phone and then to Alfie. Innocently, he remained confused as she stood there silently, a brow raised as he looked back to the pictures. He almost asked why again until he looked back to Alfie and was suddenly hit with a ton of bricks. 

“Oh my god!” He bellowed, standing up so abruptly that the stool he was sitting on fell over. “That’s you?!”

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As Dom asked if he was bulky enough Alfie laughed, taking a brief moment to shoot him a serious look. “Dom, please,” she commented then before laughing, “You’re the bulkiest man I know.” She gave him a quick wink before turning around to look at the oven, her hands at her hips as she bent down and looked through the window. She made a weak attempt at controlling her mild impatience with this, just kind of wanting it to be done since the smell alone was pouring into the kitchen. As if it would cook faster as she watched it, she continued to peer through the window as Dom muttered at the refrigerator. 

“See,” she said then and stood back up as he continued to muse about the girl he had been with. It was (almost) a shame that neither of them could really remember who it was. It was also kind of a shame that neither of them had names to at least pretend like they could go on. Alfie hummed, looking up at the ceiling for a second in thought, her mouth twisting to the side slightly as she recalled random details the best she could.

“You know,” she said then and looked down as if that would help. “He had like this…” She made a general motion in relation to her chest region and then squinted. “A scar…” Her last words being much quieter and more mumbled than her original thought. Her head snapped up and she looked at Dom with increasing scrutiny, her mind trying to quickly piece together something that she had briefly suspected during the retainer conversation. 

It wasn’t something that she had thought much of. It wasn’t as if it was… super in your face but her brain said that she should really analyze this. She squinted at Dom still before refocusing her attention on texting Nazario, in search of photos of Dom when he was around that age. As the message sent, she looked back at Dom, tilting her head at him as she (with ease) had to recall him shirtless. Anything that was there at the time would’ve been faded and most of the time they weren’t having sex under studio lighting… but still, something just felt right about seeing what he looked like when he was younger. It was just that itch that would never be scratched without hard evidence. 

“But it’s not too much or like... bad, right?” Dom asked about being bulky. Now he probably sounded like a self conscious teenager. When he was with the Russians, there were tons of guys were bulked up more than Dom had ever seen before. Their muscles and veins bulged out all over the place, and it looked like they were holding something between their thighs when they walked. They were bulked out to scare people, but Dom only thought they looked weird and inhuman. They weren’t scary, at least not to him. Even if he was much smaller, with the hand to hand skills he had, he could take them easily. Kai could take them no problem, too. They couldn’t actually fight for shit except for throw a couple punches. The punches were sturdy and heavy, but they were slow as hell. They were no match at all for someone who knew how to dodge a punch or find weak points in their structure.

He raised his brows at her with narrowed eyes, wondering where she was going with that. He made the same motion that she did, “He had like this... what?” He bit down on a piece of licorice and watched her. She only ignored him and he watched her suspiciously as she whipped out her phone and began texting. She squinted up at him a few times which left him more confused. “Alfie?”

Nazario looked away from his laptop as his phone chirped with the sound of a new message. It wasn’t completely odd to see a message from Ms. Canaan, but the subject of her message was strange. An small but amused grin displayed itself on his face as he read it. ‘Do you have any pictures of Dom when he was maybe like 17 through 19?’ Of course he did. 

He replied straight away, having one or two pictures already saved on his phone. Then, he unlocked and pulled out the drawer attached to the underside of his desk and pulled out a small stack of photographs he liked to keep close by. He took a few pictures of the photos with Dom in the age range Alfie requested. He sent them all to her and closed his phone. He didn’t feel the need to ask her why she wanted them. He wasn’t entirely interested, although he’d figure it out anyway.

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“Interesting,” Alfie commented, raising her brows at Dom as he spoke of his encounter. It was kind of funny, at least to her, that something sweet could distract him that much that his brain and his mouth were suddenly not connected to one another. Without the sweets, he definitely would not have wanted to ever, ever divulge that much information to her about this. He didn’t even want to give basics initially. She was internally writing that down, sorry Dom. It would be a tactic used in the future most likely. 

She took the bowl from him as he finished and set it in the sink for the moment, not bothering to take care of it at the moment as she was too focused on this precious information. “Soft,” she mused with a laugh and nodded her head. She leaned against the counter for a moment, resting her arms on it as she thought about what other details she could recall from that night. “He was tall,” she said with another nod, “Not stupid tall like, uh, my dad,” she added on, “But tall.” No one was tall in the same way that Max was tall. He was tall and lean, this guy was… Well, tall and broad. “I said he was broad already, right?” She asked then, “Because he was tall and broad. Definitely an indicator of being hot later on in life,” she tacked on and laughed. “I mean, he wasn’t super ripped or anything but like – you know, 17 or 18? Who is?” She looked down, pushing herself away from the counter, “You know if he bulked up by now, oh my God,” she exhaled and popped her brows, “I bet he’s looking fine.”  

There was a brief pause before she found herself going on a bit longer than intended, “I mean he was good looking at the time, too, you know? Like for being… whatever age. He was definitely good looking.” She sighed then, looking almost dreamy for a moment. “He had really nice teeth, too,” she added. 

He was a bit sad when she took the bowl from him. It’s not like there was anything left, which is really more so why he was sad. Where had it all gone? It didn’t last nearly long enough, and he hoped whatever it was that she was making would be done soon. “Uh... I think so.” he said in response to her asking if she’d said he was broad already. He chuckled at her remarks on how ‘fine’ he’d look now if he got any buffer. "Am I bulky enough for you?” he played around, almost immediately regretting it. Did that sound stupid? Was he really supposed to be anything to or for her? He gave a single laugh to laugh it off, and stood from his chair to walk over to the refrigerator. 

He opened the door, looking for something to drink as she talked more about the guy she was with. “Nice teeth is good. I guess the girl I was with had good teeth too, even though she had a retainer. I thought those were for bad teeth, but she had good teeth.” What he didn’t know was that it was for teeth that have already been fixed. He made a face at the liquid options in the fridge. Was this stuff that Alfie had requested be stocked in there? He thought she made her own. V8... N-a-k-e-d... He didn’t know what either of these were but they looked nasty and had pictures of vegetables and stuff on them. “Gross,” he muttered. He sighed and pulled a water bottle out, twisting the cap off and taking a drink. 

He’d downed about half of it in just a few swallows and sat back down. “I don’t know what else about her... physically. Maybe she was small, but I don’t know what the average girl size is, I guess. You’re like... microscopic.” He heard that word from Cylana joking about Jimmy’s dick before. Very small. The thought made him grin. “Anyway, she might have been kinda small like that.” Alfie’s size as an adult was different to what the size the girl was when he was a teenager. He didn’t really now how to convert that.

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Their kiss was rather intense. To an extent, it felt almost wrong since they were both on their own respective dates… but at the same time, it felt wrong to be on the date to begin with. Maybe that was just the fact that Cylana had set it all up. It wasn’t as if Roy wasn’t a nice guy. He was quite nice, he was knowledgeable, approachable, and had a rather positive outlook on things. These traits tended to be things which escaped Dom in several ways. Dom was, in fact, knowledgeable but in a completely different aspect. If Alfie ever desired to know how much force it took to crush a human’s windpipe without actively leaving it within her search history she could’ve probably asked Dom. Now, if she wanted to discuss artificial intelligence at length with someone who went to engineering universities which rivaled her own - that would’ve been best directed towards Roy.

The fact remained, they were still on dates. Once they parted there was a brief moment where they just stared at each other. The look was almost questioning, trying to figure out how much force it was going to take to split up and return to the table. The excuse was quickly supplied though as Dom cleared his throat and stood up straight. Alfie let go of his tie and watched him for a second longer, her eyes unable to quit their lingering gaze. They pulled themselves away from one another and Dom disappeared into the men’s room as Alfie smoothed down her outfit and returned to the table.

Roy was looking his pleased self as he turned to look at Alfie as she returned. He and Kailey looking as if they had been having a thrilling discussion whilst their dates were gone. At least maybe Roy could try with Kailey if anything. Cylana wouldn’t have accounted for that, though.  Quite frankly, it still would’ve been considered collateral damage to her. 

“Hey!” Roy said then as Alfie immediately retook her spot beside him. He was smiling that big, dopey smile and looking still pleased with himself. It wasn’t in an arrogant way, either. There was something off about Roy to Alfie. It wasn’t like he was bad, no. There was just something oddly familiar about him and she had yet to place her finger on it. “Did you know that Kailey wants to go to culinary school?” 

Suddenly, Alfie wanted to strangle Roy. She would blame it on hanging out with Cylana too often lately, but Roy was not helping himself currently. It wasn’t that Roy had been talking to Kailey, that she didn’t care about. She just didn’t care to know anything further about Kailey. Sure, she seemed nice enough… but she was brought here by Cylana. That was really all that needed to be said about anyone at this table.

Soon, Dom returned looking similar to how he looked when Alfie had first met him. Constipated, that was. However, he did regain control of his expression before everyone else could really take in that other facial expression. Roy, again not helping himself, greeted Dom and Kailey did as well, seeming to be overly enthusiastic about his return. 

“Roy and I thought maybe we could do dessert, if that’s ok with you guys, of course,” Kailey chimed in, smiling sweetly. “I just have a bit of a sweet tooth.” She giggled but it was innocent and nice, not the kind that women did when they were trying to be cute. Alfie pressed her lips together and tilted her head before turning her attention back to Roy. 

“Of course,” she said then, forcing a smile, “Love to.”

Cylana was, oddly, speechless for the moment. The ordeal rare to her, but to hear that the he-beast Dom and little Alfie looked like they were going to kiss? On one hand, she wanted to vomit immediately. On the other hand, she was giving herself a pat on the back because, as per usual, she was correct her assumption that there had been something going on. 

“Yes,” Cylana said then, her voice almost stern. “I want to vomit, but I’m so right.” There was a long pause as she looked down, taking a celebratory drink of wine. Her attention returning back to Kai almost immediately as she glanced back at the booth where Dom was rejoining the games. 

“Okay,” she said then and narrowed her eyes.  “If she’s not interested in Roy…” Cylana began, thinking hard, “Then what is it that’s deterring her? You really think she, like, I don’t know. Thinks he is better or something?” Cylana asked, folding her hands on the table as she started to process. “What was wrong with my choice, Kai?”

It was hard to part from Alfie. That seemed to be how it went every time they kissed, part of the reason why it always lead to more. There was always a high intensity spark between them that always lit a wildfire that was near impossible to put out. Here they stood in the back of a restaurant, though, and they had to. They had people waiting on them, and it was  terrifying to think of the outcome of a lurking Cylana catching them. And there was no question about it that she was definitely around somewhere.

They managed it, though. As soon as she let go of his tie, he cleared his throat and disappeared into the men’s room. His heart was still beating harder than normal, his face flushed from their kiss. He walked to the sink and turned the water as cold as it could go, leaning down to pat it against his face. When he stood erect, he was forced to see himself in the mirror. He didn’t actually totally despise what he saw looking back. Though, he was cleaned up quite well and he was covered up save for his hands and face. He didn’t look for long though and grabbed some paper towels to dry his face off. His tie was in an interesting state from Alfie grabbing and pulling on it, which caused a tiny smile to flicker on his face. He fixed his tie and smoothed down his suit as he left to return to their table.

It was incredible how quickly he got annoyed upon seeing Roy again. He managed to contain the sounds of annoyance that were itching to crawl from his throat and gained his composure. It was hard to keep that composure though with both Roy and Kailey acting like he’d been gone forever and were glad to see he was back. It was… weird. What a bunch of weirdos. Especially Roy. Weirdo.

“Yeah,” Dom agreed with Alfie in response to Kailey. “Sounds great. I like my sweets too.”

“Great!” Kailey and Roy both said at the same time. Dom looked down at the table so he could roll his eyes. Even Dom’s need for sweets didn’t outweigh his desire to get the hell out of there.

They conversed about what to order, most of the desserts on the menu for a whole table. Dom decided to exclude himself from this. Unlike usual when he’d exclude himself because he wanted nothing to do with any of it, this time it was because he could have eaten literally anything off of that dessert menu, or all of it. The pictures alone looked good enough to eat.

As they sat waiting for the dessert to come out, Alfie casually started a new conversation, but faded out of it. Now, Kailey and Roy were talking, with Alfie throwing in short words as nods to the chatting. After about a minute of this, Dom felt something moving up his leg. He could have jumped but before he had the chance it was at his crotch and pressing against him. Immediately, Dom began to choke on his own breath, catching the attention of everyone at the table. He grabbed for his water and gulped it down.

“Are you okay, Dom?” Alfie asked innocently from across the table.

“Yeah, I’m-- I’m fine. Just had--  I’m fine.” Once Roy and Kailey had looked away from her and at Dom, Alfie started looking at him with a devilish grin. She pulled her lip between her teeth and he coughed once more.

“You sure you’re good?” Kailey asked.

Dom nodded, his ears burning.

Kai took a drink with Cylana, feeling a bit celebratory herself, though for entirely different reasons. While Cylana was disgusted by the events that have unfolded and proud of herself for being right about something going on with Dom and Alfie, Kai couldn’t stop herself from quietly cheering the non-couple on. 

“I don’t know,” Kai shrugged. “Maybe he really just isn’t her type. Maybe she’s not into boys as equally as nerdy as she is.” She grinned with amusement. That, and she already had an interest in Mr. Dom.

She turned her attention away from Cylana and onto the group just in time to see Dom sit back down. They began talking, and even though Kai couldn’t hear she tried to imagine what they were saying. After what looked like ordering something else, Dom began to cough. 

“What’s happening?!” Kai whispered eagerly. “Is he just... Why’d he start coughing?” She willed Cylana’s evil secret powers to somehow figure out what was happening.

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“He’s handsome?” Stas’ eyes practically rolled out of his head at the mere concept of Dom being anything other than, well, just Dom. Anastas personally had no stance on how he felt about Dom’s looks. He didn’t even have a solid definition of what he thought was really good looking for any person other than Kai. However, suddenly coming to the understanding of what the term “beautiful” meant got him stabbed. Clearly, it hadn’t changed his initial opinion, though. 

“Oh, yeah, she’s gonna be enraged,” Stas responded then matter of factly. It was true, though. While it was for the best Cylana was probably going to have some kind of stroke when she found out that Kai knew this vital piece of information all along yet didn’t share it with Cylana. Realistically, she would be more enraged at Anastas than Kai anyways. It would be in that moment that their sibling relationship suddenly overrode her wife relationship with Kai. 

Anastas inhaled sharply, still totally enthralled by this concept. Sure, Dom was… whatever, but really with Alfie? Alfie was… generally the opposite of Dom. She wasn’t a killer by any means and she had a lot of traces that went back to the real world. She and Nazario had a tendency to hang out and use large words so they could establish themselves at the two geniuses in the group. It wasn’t unfair, though. Nazario was incredibly smart and so was Alfie as they seemed to be experts in their respective fields. “It’s a little funny,” he said then, “The angriest man on the face of the Earth with the person who does Greet the Sun yoga,” Anastas chuckled to himself at the thought. He had witnessed a few times Dom and Alfie returning from a jog which looked like it nearly killed Dom yet Alfie appeared like another mile would’ve been nothing. 

“What about her father?” Anastas asked suddenly, “I mean… I thought he was going to have an aneurysm when he found out she was here. Let alone with… Dom?”

Kai rolled her eyes in response to Stas’ reaction when she’d suggested Dom was handsome. “I just mean... I...” She stumbled to find what she meant. “I mean, he’s not ugly.” Cylana would argue that. “Right? Not that physical appearance has everything or a whole lot to do with compatibility. I don’t know.” Alfie was normal, and hot, really, even to a person like Kai who didn’t have much opinion on beauty, but based on physical appearance (since people seemed to care about that) Dom and Alfie being together didn’t seem impossible to her. After seeing them at the restaurant, she thought they looked nice together. She decided to voice that. “They actually kinda looked nice together at the restaurant.” They’d seen them undercover before, but without the thought of them actually being together, she didn’t give it much thought. She and Stas didn’t stick around very long to see them together undercover either.

“It’s fine,” she replied on the subject of Cylana. “And I won’t let her bully you over it, either.” She grinned and looked up at him, touching her finger to his chin. It was amusing to her that two grown adults -- or as grown as you could expect any of them to be -- still acted like children. She didn’t understand the sibling dynamic, but Cylana and Stas usually put on quite the show. “When I remind her of her own psychotic tendencies she’ll probably understand. For the most part.” 

She didn’t know what Greet the Sun yoga was, but by the title she had a pretty good idea of it. It was true, it was a funny thought in those aspects. “Maybe that’s what makes them good together. Maybe they balance each other out. Like Cylana and Nazario. He’s calm and she’s the most chaotic person I’ve ever met in my life, but somehow they work.”

“Well...” She pursed her lips in thought. “I’m not sure. I don’t know Mr. Canaan all that well, nor do I know what dating with parents is like, but... it’s their business, right? Surely a parent’s role in a relationship is fairly sparce.” 

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As Dom explained that the girl had to actively remove her retainer during their session she narrowed her eyes. Suddenly, she felt self-conscious. “Do you think that’s like… I don’t know,” she added, trying to sound casual, “Something that happens… often?” The only reason she suddenly became so interested in that was, well, she did that exact same thing. It wasn’t like it couldn’t have been a coincidence, though. There was absolutely no chance she would’ve ever met Dom when she was younger anyway. Max had spent all of her life (up until recent) avoiding the topic of work. 

“Here,” she said then as she pondered, handing Dom the mostly scraped out bowl and spoon. “I think it happened in someone’s room,” she added on then, glancing up at Dom. I mean, I’m not sure who’s room it was? But it definitely wasn’t like broom closet sex.” Alfie shrugged then, struggling now to try and remember more. “He had blue eyes,” she said then as if it just came to her, “Like to-die-for blue eyes.”

“Uh...” Dom made a more than amused face and shook his head cluelessly. “You are really asking the wrong person. I wouldn’t know.” Dom hadn’t had many sexual experiences, nor experience with people at all, so he wouldn’t know if it was common for people to take retainers out, or let alone how many people wore retainers on average period. 

When she handed him the bowl, he was confused at first. He looked at her funny, but as soon as he saw the chocolatey inside, he smiled happily. “Ooh,” he exclaimed excitedly, pulling the bowl she’d handed him toward himself. He then took the spoon from her and set the bowl down. He began his work on the spoon as he listened to her. 

“Yeah,” he swallowed the chocolate in his mouth and examined the bowl in front of him, “We went up to my room. Much shabbier than the room I have today.” With something else mesmerizing him and pulling his attention toward it, it was easier for him to talk about this. See, sweets were exactly what he needed. “I know she had brown hair, and it was really soft. I just remember thinking about how soft her hair was half the time it was happening. And her all together, really. I’d never felt someone so soft.” He’d never been around girls, or even other boys, much less so touched them, and the ones he had weren’t soft by any means. As he finished his thought, he’d also just finished licking chocolate off of his fingers and he looked up at her, suddenly his mind leaving the chocolate and coming back to the present. What had he just said? He literally couldn’t recall, his mind having been absent from his mouth somehow. Shit. He cleared his throat and licked his fingers once more for good measure and then  put his hands in his lap. Her turn.

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“Oh my God,” Alfie said then as Dom recounted that his first encounter had been with a rather bossy young lady. She laughed, although it almost seemed appropriate. “I think every girl in their teens is probably kind of bossy,” she suggested with a shrug as she began to pour the batter into another pan to set in the oven. “I mean, I was kind of bossy. I’ll own up to it.” In fact, Alfie being bossy was mostly (to her) just being knowledgeable. There was no reason she was about to enter some situation like that and take her clothes off and not know what to do. The boy she had been with also seemed incredibly awkward and didn’t speak much. Neither of them knew shit. 

“See, the guy I was with wasn’t bossy at all. He was super quiet, really. Like kind of a shy quiet, I guess,” she narrowed her eyes for a moment in thought. Shy and quiet didn’t fit the style of the average teenage football player, oh well. She wasn’t exactly going to try and look him up anytime soon. “I had glasses,” she said then and nodded and went to the oven, opening it and enjoying the brief moment of warmth it provided. The pan went in and the timer went on. “I think I looked like a librarian or something. I had on this, like, ugly pleated, plaid skirt,” she rolled her eyes, “I’m sure I was looking super hot.”

“Well, I mean,” he dropped his hand into his lap, “like I said it wasn’t really a bad kind of bossy. Really useful in the situation, actually.” He rolled his eyes, this time at himself. “I didn’t know what I was doing at all, so it was... Yeah.” His cheeks turned that light rosy shade again while he recalled the details. Having that girl give him instructions on how to do these inappropriate actions... It was kind of amusing now, but still peculiar for him to think about. 

He laughed at the way she talked about how she was looking. “You probably were,” he said, meaning it. Only then, his cheeks heated up a bit more. “Uh, I remember the girl had to take her retainer out in the middle of us kissing.” He couldn’t remember exactly what the girl he was with was wearing, just that she was intent on getting out of it. “I was put in a suit. Nazario.” 

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Alfie laughed as she continued to stir the contents of the bowl. “Interesting,” she commented then and paused to think about how old she was at the time. It was probably before she should have really been having sex, but that was then. There was absolutely nothing she could do about it now, anyway. “See,” she said, “I’m pretty sure I was like 15,” she raised both brows at Dom and widened her eyes, “I mean like - yeah. I was 15,” she gave an almost nervous laugh. “He was probably like 18, I don’t know. I’m in the same boat, though,” she suggested, “No idea what his name was. He was cute, though.” She inhaled then, looking up at the ceiling and closing her eyes momentarily, “I still had good taste at 15. He was broad. So cute. I don’t know, maybe he played football or some shit.”

Dom raised his brows when she said how old she was, unsure if he was surprised or not. “That’s young.” He pursed his lips. “I wasn’t far off, though.” Really, a lot of time and maturing passes in those few years, but Dom didn’t know a single thing about being a normal teenager and how that all works. In teenage years, just a few years made a massive difference. 

He chuckled quietly and rolled his eyes as she recalled how cute he was. He began to chew on another piece of licorice as he thought about what else he could share. “Oh,” he remembered, “She was bossy. Really bossy. Not really in a bad way, though.” He shrugged one shoulder and rubbed his face as he thought. If she hadn’t been, the whole thing would have been a disaster. She walked them through it as if she’d done extensive research on the subject of sex, and made sure she got what she wanted out of it. It made it kind of awkward. Although, if she hadn’t been the way she was, it probably would have been even more awkward because Dom had absolutely no idea what he was doing. Thankfully, she had come prepared.

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Anastas wasn’t too concerned with the entire tone of the news that Kai was about to reveal to him. He knew better than to expect it either way when Cylana was involved. It all depended on who was being told the news, anyway. More often than not it was news that Anastas could’ve probably lived without and, generally, it came from Cylana herself during one of her infamous over-share moments. However, this was still new. Kai wasn’t usually one to have any kind of interesting news that had to do with she and Cylana taking part in shenanigans that was even worth mentioning. 

Upon hearing Dom’s name Stas rolled his eyes, already not even sure he wanted her to go on, but he wouldn’t have stopped her anyway. He did, however, nearly choke on air as Kai divulged that Alfie and Dom had kissed. Someone kissed… Dom? “Oh Lord,” he said suddenly, making a face that was half part interested and half disgusted. Cylana had been bringing shit up about Dom and Alfie being… together in some kind of physical way. She had declared it Stockholm Syndrome. Not that Anastas was going to side with Cylana of all people… but it was just an odd match. 

“Really?” He asked then, suddenly cursing himself for even being this remotely interested. “I mean… like… her? Like Alfie?” His brows pushed together slightly as he looked around the room like it would give him an answer. “Ehh…” His mind wasn’t entirely made up. While deep, deep, deep down Anastas cared about Dom with a certain level of brotherly affection, the emotion was buried and more subconscious than anything. They could only spend a few seconds together before they tried to attack one another. 

“I mean… do you really think that… they would have, like, a chance at being together?” He rose his brows at Kai, searching her face for the answers. “I didn’t even think that Dom could like… be affectionate… And I thought he didn’t like her or something.”

Observing his reaction, Kai could feel his internal struggle. They were usually pretty in sync, but his thoughts about this situation were being displayed pretty clearly on his face too. She laughed a bit at the disgusted face he made, but she could tell this had grabbed his interest. How could it not? It was Dom. Dom and Alfie. Despite Cylana’s incessant chirping on thinking something was going on, no one really believed it. It was hard to. But Kai had seen this firsthand, and honestly... she was a fan.

Dom had always been alone. Even with individuals that were fairly similar to him such as Anastas and herself, he was still always alone. Nazario had known Dom since childhood, but he utilized Dom for work, and that’s all Naz was ever doing; work, work, work. He and Stas were like brothers, having known each other a bit longer than the others in their small little pack, but they couldn’t admit it nor stand to be around each other for very long. Brotherly love. Cylana was an absolute no, seeing as for some reason she chose him to torment more than anyone else. Kai had made her attempts and Dom didn’t seem to hate when she was around, but they weren’t buddies by any means. However, he was part of their little family and she wished the best for him. Had someone finally found a way into Dom’s world? His heart, perhaps?

“Hey, now,” Kai smiled, “Dom’s not that bad. And I mean, he’s handsome.” She said this as if she wasn’t entirely sure, shrugging a bit. She didn’t know what really qualified as handsome to the average person’s eye, and it was weird to say about someone who was like family, especially Dom, but he wasn’t bad looking.

Kai sighed at his last two questions. They were good ones. “I don’t know... but I really hope so.” She settled into his side more comfortably. “Dom deserves something good, and Alfie seems like she’d be good for him. I hope that goes both ways.” 

“Dom doesn’t like anyone,” she added, laughing through her nose. “If anything, I think he’s only trying to keep up a facade with her. Especially since it’d be tragic if anyone knew. And by anyone, I mean Cylana -- whom I didn’t tell about the spectacle I witnessed. She’ll be mad when she finds out I kept it from her, but it’s for the best.”

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Now, there probably would’ve been some hesitation from Alfie if they were going to discuss the entire list of who they had slept with up until this point. Based on the way Dom behaved, she couldn’t imagine his list was too long. Even if he was the most charismatic man on the Earth, his job didn’t exactly give a large allowance of time to screw around. He wasn’t, after all, James Bond. Meanwhile, Alfie had been through several phases since her first time when she was in high school. College wasn’t too awful, she had mostly been actually in a relationship. Maybe towards the end was when things began to pick up… but not by much, she had been really preoccupied with senior design, getting an internship or job, and then of course getting into graduate school. 

“Oooo,” she said then raising her brows at him playfully. “Let’s see…” She added on then, thoughtfully. What great detail was there to reveal? Maybe something about the guy. They never exchanged names. If they had she surely was too busy with other things to remember it. “He had long-ish hair,” she said, raising a hand and trying to get a solid estimate of how long it was. “It wasn’t that long,” she added on, “Like not like Stas’ hair… but it was kind of in between when it gets cut and then when it grows out.” She nodded then as she pulled a large spoon out of the drawer, sticking it in the bowl. “It was like dirty blond.” 

He nodded as she listed off more information about the mystery person she’d been with before anyone else. Dom had had longer hair for a period of time before. It was actually when he’d lost his own virginity, because Nazario was too busy with everything going on to be attentive to Dom’s personal care. It was nearly shoulder length before Dom decided to try cutting it himself. It only got worse, being at about his chin and choppy as hell. Nazario had assured him it looked like it was ‘with the times’. For the most part, Dom didn’t really care regardless. 

He thought of another detail he could give her about his own eventful evening so long before. “I think I was like 17 or 18... something like that. She was a few years younger than me. I mean, I think. She looked younger, but not by much. Not sure. I didn’t even get her name.” 

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Anastas, as usual, was half asleep in front of the television. He looked like he was probably approaching his 55th birthday by the way that he looked. With eyes half closed, they were hidden behind glasses which had slowly slipped down his nose for the duration of the evening. The program which was on wasn’t even truly entertaining. It was something that seemed to be a few years old and a little overly dramatic. He had been flipping through stations for a while, though, and finally ended up there. It was probably History Channel - he didn’t know.

However, it was not the usual evening as Kai returned home from a dinner spent with Cylana. Usually, whenever Kai was summoned for an event like that it was mostly to try and keep Cylana in control when she wasn’t with Nazario. This was radically different, though. Instead of her coming back looking as if she had fought off eighteen thousand angry cats, she lept into the bed, half falling on him as she did so. He groaned slightly, making a serious of old man noises as she shared she had news.

“News?” he asked, raising an eyebrow at her. He reached up, removing his glasses from his face and setting them down on the nightstand. “If you have news then you’ve really been hanging out with Cylana for too long,” he suggested then, tilting his head at her with an all-knowing look before sighing.

Immediately, Stas sunk down as Kai gave him a look which said he wasn’t about to escape the news that she had. However, it did pique his interest just enough because usually Kai didn’t have any kind of news with Cylana. It was the same old shit but with different people or slightly different situations. “Okay,” he said and opened his arms so she would curl up next to him, “Tell me your great news.”

“News,” she repeated eagerly. “Yes.” She sighed when he suggested that she’d been hanging out with Cylana too long. It was odd, yes, and she agreed a bit seeing as she got far too into the shenanigans going on at the restaurant with Cylana. Still, it was different this time and if there was anyone to share it with, she’d want to share it with Stas. Besides, there wasn’t anyone else. Nazario was way too busy, Cylana was Cylana, and then there were the people involved themselves Dom and Alfie. That left Stas, who was the only person she really wanted to talk to anyway. 

Kai did a bit of a happy dance when he agreed, happily taking her position next to him. “Ow,” she muttered, the fake glasses Cylana had put on her hitting against the bridge of her nose when she got close to Stas. She’d forgotten she was even wearing them. She pulled them off and tossed them on the nightstand. “Okay. Well, I’m not sure if it’s categorized as great news or bad news, but it’s definitely news. I think it’s good, but...” She shook her head, gathering her thoughts. 

“So, Dom and Alfie...” She could feel him internally cringing at the sound of Dom’s name. She grinned, continuing on. “Cylana was right.” Of course she was. It was Cylana. “They’re like... I don’t know what they are. I’m not sure if they’re like together, but they’re something. They kissed at the restaurant. Really, it was more like making out. And they were extremely jealous the whole time, it was so obvious.” She sighed. “I hope they’re together. Or get together.” She looked at Stas, needing to see his reaction to this bit of information.

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Alfie wasn’t entirely surprised by Dom’s unwillingness to dive right in and start first. However, it was just good that she wasn’t entirely unwilling to share her own first experience. It had been one to remember, nothing too insanely embarrassing about it. That was more or less the on-again, off-again things she had later towards her senior year of high school and then into college before she gained a steady boyfriend for any amount of time. Even then, some of those were pretty embarrassing sex-wise. 

“Sooo,” she began then as she continued to rummage around the kitchen. The oven was already turned on, starting to emit a bit of heat which felt nice for the rather cold space. She was throwing all kinds of things into a bowl, probably (subconsciously) hoping to basically bribe Dom into being a sharing, and caring friend. 

“Alright,” she said then tossing eggshells into a trash can. “It happened at a party. It was like a holiday party, I think. Something like that.” It had been some kind of party, that was all she could specifically recall about that detail of the evening. However, the evening wasn’t focused on what theme the party was - that wasn’t the point. 

“Okay!” She said quickly, smiling at Dom one of those oh-so-charming ‘I’ve won’ smiles.’ “It’s your turn. Remember, sharing is caring.”

He watched her throwing around ingredients and welcomed the warmth being emitted from the oven. He had no idea what she was making, nor even what any of these things were that she was grabbing, but it was interesting to watch. He couldn’t imagine he’d ever care to put effort into making food himself, especially with a kitchen staff at his disposal. 

Dom laughed through his mouth full of licorice, swallowing the big lump. “Hmm,” he hummed in response to hearing the location of where she’d lost her virginity. “My turn. Awesome.” He rolled his eyes to display just how awesome it really was. 

He cleared his throat and shrugged. It was odd to have this memory be brought back up. He hadn’t thought about it in forever. He couldn’t even remember the last time it was on his mind. He felt like it was kind of... weird, maybe. It was weird discussing previous sexual activities with the woman he was currently sexually active with. The only other woman he’d ever been with that way, really. 

“Okay,” he laughed, scratching at his throat with his index finger, “uh... Yeah, mine was at some event, too. Celebration. Naz had just, uh, overthrown,” he said this questioningly, “his uncle. Coming out party sorta.” He shrugged. He really didn’t know how to explain it in proper words. It had been a big gala with everyone in the family (mandatory, of course), for Nazario to officially announce his rightful place. 

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Once the date was finally over, Cylana and Kai got up and left as the four poor souls on the double date were parting so that hopefully they’d be home before Dom and Alfie. Kai was grinning almost the whole way home, her knee bouncing with excitement. She noticed Cylana’s glances over at her, half amused at her, half proud that Kai had finally joined her antics. The minute they pulled up and the car was off, Kai practically bolted out of her seat and headed toward her little home with Stas. 

“Geez, Kai, does someone need to get laid or something?!” Cylana called after her. Immediately after she said it, she looked like she’d vomit, suddenly remembering that it would be with her brother. Kaisa only laughed as she ran up to the house.

Entering, she went straight to the bedroom, kicking off the heels she’d worn. Kai jumped onto the bed as soon as she got into the bedroom, interrupting Stas looking like he was about to fall asleep. Though, he looked like that often. 

It wasn’t often (more like this would be one of the first times) that she would come home after any given period of time with Cylana being anything but exhausted. Cylana had a way of tiring people out, especially when you were trying to prevent her from creating disasters. She’d usually come home and snuggle into bed with the always-tired Stas (and rightfully so, he deserved to sleep for years if he wanted), but tonight she had to share what she’d seen as soon as possible.

“Stas,” she said excitedly, falling halfway onto him when she’d jumped. He made his old man noises, which she only replied to with a bit of laughter. “Hi,” she greeted, peppering his cheek with a few kisses, “I missed you.” And after that, she couldn’t wait but to get right into it. “I have news.” 

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Alfie had to make sure to put the pressure on Dom to speak of such personal matters. The pouting did tend to con others into giving her what she wanted. Max, of course, being the number one person that it conned. She had done it on several ex-boyfriends as well, and even just her general friend population. It was still working. She’d exercise it till she decided that she could no longer pull it off. Of course, she was hoping that time was a ways off. If she was going to spend much of her life around Dom then it would have work for at least another ten years, if not even more than that. 

“Yes!” She cheered enthusiastically and then nodded as Dom added on his little requirement for the whole ordeal. The sweet tooth was almost like Dom’s version of drinking before doing something that, normally, one may not want to indulge in. “Okay,” she agreed quickly as they finally approached their own little world within the mansion. 

Alfie let go of Dom’s arm and immediately went to the kitchen. She began to quickly pull bowls down and was rummaging around in the cupboard for ingredients. Such a special occasion called for something nicer than usual. Of course, Alfie was a little freak on her odd health kick but Dom was… not. She didn’t know how he continued to do what he did and also maintain the (incredible) body that he had, but that wasn’t the concern. The concern right now was to make something sweet while Dom had to suffer.

“Here,” she said then as she continued to rummage around in the kitchen, taking a moment to whip one of the rare unopened packages of licorice at him. “Since I know you’ll tell me nothing if you have to wait for anything,” she added and rolled her eyes. 

“Would you like to go first or do I have to get started?”

Dom could have chuckled at her enthusiasm, but his need to groan at what he just agreed to far outweighed the amusement he felt. This was going to be interesting. She lead them into the little kitchen they had down here, stocked full of ingredients that were never used. Nor the kitchen. Nazario had chefs (of course) that Dom was happy to utilize. Alfie made use of the kitchen for her morning smoothies and... whatever the hell she feels is necessary for her health, but that was about it. It was nice to have though, and useful for a random occasion like this. 

“I’ve never been in here,” Dom mused, looking around at all the stainless steel in the room. It looked how he imagined. Empty, industrial, untouched. The room felt cold with all the appliances and light grey walls. When you walked in, on your left, there was a stainless steel refrigerator freezer with see through doors and too many compartments, a long black and white quartz counter with a sink at the end, and above the counter there were tons of black cupboards. The wall straight across from you had more counter top and a huge black electric stove built onto it, with cupboards underneath it. The wall next to it held what looked like two ovens, stainless steel and black. In the middle of the room sat a large stainless steel table with a couple chairs, and pots and pans and other equipment hanging above it. So much stainless steel. The room wasn’t extremely large (like most rooms in the place), but the colors and the amount of items in the room made it feel, well, roomy. 

“Oh,” he smirked, “you’re starting to know me too well.” He ripped open the package of licorice and happily pulled one out. Sticking the licorice between his teeth and pulling it away from his body as he took a bite, he probably looked like a kid on Halloween. “Mm,” he hummed. Yes. Exactly what he needed for the horrors ahead of him. 

Dom laughed at her even suggesting that it was possible for him to go first, let alone ‘like’ to go first. “Yeah... On second thought, maybe you don’t know me that well. You’re definitely going first.”

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The second that Alfie had left the women’s room she almost walked directly into Dom who, still, looked like he was dying about this little double date. She immediately cocked a brow at him almost expectedly as he apologized and then laughed. “Following me around, huh?” She asked then, narrowing her eyes at him in a playful manner. “If you had wanted to play this little game you should’ve let me know beforehand,” she teased. He looked confused momentarily.

“How is your date?” Alfie then asked, looking at Dom with the utmost interest, making sure to catalog every move she could make out with his response. “Kailey… she seems interested in you.” Of course, Alfie would never admit to being a little weirdly territorial when Kailey touched Dom’s arm. First of all, she wasn’t jealous… but second of all, how dare that little bitch. Her internal monologue started to sound more like Cylana’s, well, external everything. She ignored it and tried to make light of it.

Alfie reached out, touching Dom’s arm in the same fashion that Kailey had and fake-laughed. It was high pitched, clearly mocking. “Oh, Damien,” she practically moaned, “Are you a trainer? You must be soooo proud.” Alfie took a step forward, closing the space between her and Dom. “You’re just so… big,” she added, batting her eyelashes and using her most suggestive tone.

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While Kai had to do reconnaissance on Alfie and Dom, Cylana silently observed what was happening between Kailey and Roy since they had been left alone. It wasn’t truly that exciting. The two of them seemed pretty plain beyond what they looked like. Of course, Cylana was still patting herself on the back for how incredibly similar that Kailey looked to Alfie. Kailey, though, managed to look sweeter and kinder in the face. It wasn’t like a general innocence, but compared to the way Alfie looked? Alfie made Kailey look like Mother Theresa. This was what Cylana loved so much about Alfie. She was that bitch.

However, Roy and Kailey seemed to be enjoying each other’s company which was… disgusting. It was irrelevant to what Cylana was really there for but it was something to take note of. She was fully aware that Roy and Kailey had just about nothing in common. It would’ve been surprising that in their high school youth Kailey would’ve even looked twice at Roy. It would’ve been surprising if Alfie had ever looked twice at Roy. Then again, Cylana hadn’t spent a whole lot of time reviewing Alfie’s teenage years nor her teenage boyfriends or even the college ones. Alfie was out of every common person’s league.

She was turning around, sipping her wine and praising herself silently as Kai returned. It wasn’t that Kai was clumsy as much as that her excitement made her appear (to Cylana only) that she was practically tripping over herself to get back. Her face was full of excitement as she began speaking.

“Oh my God, Cylana!” She began, “You will not believe this…”

Alfie suggesting that Dom was following her around threw him off momentarily. He really was just trying to get away from the obnoxiousness that was Roy, and the entire awkwardness of the whole situation that Alfie had left Dom behind in. He wasn’t a social person, with zero social skills, and he was left with two very social creatures. Again, one of which wouldn’t shut the fuck up. He supposed he could see why she’d say something like that, though. However, he had no idea what kind of ‘game’ she was talking about.

He nearly spoke, planning on asking her what she meant, but she continued on and he swallowed his words. “Uh…” he stumbled as she asked about his date and got a bit closer to him. There was a tension lingering in the air, making it hard for Dom to speak. “It’s fine. She’s fine, I guess. It’s...” he sighed and shrugged. Kailey did seem more interested in him than any other person on planet Earth, but she also didn’t know that he was… who he was. Cylana probably reinvented him to the best of her abilities without instantaneously vomiting all over the poor girl. It was all fake. And regardless of her uncanny appearance looking like Alfie, he was completely disinterested in the girl. Even if he did have any amount of desire to be romantic with someone, even a single ounce, he still wouldn’t want to be with that girl. It’d never be real. She could never know about him, the life he lived, his past… and he wouldn’t want her to, either. He didn’t want anyone to.

Dom shook his head a few times and laughed when Alfie mocked the girl, but then she closed the space and the mood shifted in that split second. Suddenly the tension that was lingering was palpable and his breath caught in his throat. She was still only mocking Kailey, her voice high pitched and whiney -- which wasn’t what the girl sounded like, but maybe to a person who was annoyed with their presence entirely it was (which he could relate to) -- but her face was serious and sultry as she got in close with him.

“Alfie…” he whispered, looking down at her as she batted her lashes at him.

“What?” Her tone went from suggestive to innocent. Or, suggestively innocent… She grabbed onto his tie, running her hand down it.

He cleared his throat. “How’s, uh… How’s your date?”

“It’s not bad. He’s not really my type, though,” she said with a grin, pulling her lip between her teeth and looking up at him.

“Oh, really?” It was hard to believe that it was true, what with them kicking it off so well and having literally everything in common it seemed, but still, hearing that satisfied Dom even if he had no reason or right to be pleased by it.

“Yeah, he’s…” She made a face. “I’m just not interested...” Not interested. Dom hummed thoughtfully, and with that she grinned again. She rested the hand that wasn’t holding his tie on his chest, running it up toward his shoulder.

Alfie leaned forward against him, pushing up on her toes (although she was already in heels) and pulled on his tie at the same time. The action was at a normal pace, but once their faces were inches away, they slowed. He could feel her breathing against him. Their noses nudged against each other’s, resisting the kiss that Alfie had initiated. The hesitation lingered. Even he, Clueless Dom,  knew that this was wrong, to be on dates with other people as they sat waiting for Dom and Alfie, who were in the back about to kiss each other who were not their dates. Their lips hovered, so close to touching…

“Kiss me,” Alfie prompted, her voice soft and quiet, but demanding.

Every instinct in his body told him to do it, but something about the resistance was… hot. She ran her tongue across his bottom lip, slowly, then bit down on it gently. He pulled his head away from hers maybe an inch, looking into her eyes. Hers held a look of mischief as she looked back at him, and his lips pulled up into a crooked grin. He put his hands on either side of her face and slowly leaned down to her. Annoyed with the distance, a small whine left her and she pushed herself up further to close the gap fully. Their lips met in an intense kiss. If they could have taken their clothes off in the restaurant… they might have.

Kai couldn’t believe her own eyes as she witnessed this site. Cylana had been intent for about a month now that there was something going on between Dom and Alfie, but everyone always shut her down. For one, it wasn’t Cylana’s business -- which seemed to be unbeknownst to Cylana, acting like everyone’s business was her own. Two, who really cared? And lastly, no one really believed it. Yet here Kai was, staring at the two of them looking like they’d just hopped out of an erotica novel.

Cylana was wrong, though. She’d been so adamant that Dom had this huge crush on Alfie, and that if they were having sex, Alfie was just using Dom because he was there. From what Kai could see, though, Alfie was just as into Dom. In fact, she’d initiated this whole sequence.

As they began to part, Kai figured she’d better tail it. She’d seen enough. In fact, she felt a little bad having imposed on their moment. She walked back to Cylana as quick as she could while making sure Alfie or Dom weren’t behind her. She practically stumbled back into the booth across from Cylana.

“Yes?! Tell me, immediately,” Cylana instructed, eating up Kai’s excitement. Looking into the monster that lurked beneath Cylana’s surface, though, Kai hesitated. Cylana is very destructive, and Kai didn’t even want to imagine what she would do with this information. Cylana would kill her for this once she finds out (and she will find out eventually, somehow), but Kai needed to pick her words carefully.

She remained excited. “Okay,” she took a deep breath, “when Dom got to the bathrooms Alfie was coming out and they ran into each other. She asked him how his date was, and then started mocking Kailey. Like, mocking her, big time. High voice, annoyed look on her face. Well, an annoyed look until she started to act all flirty. She put her hand on his arm the way Kailey did, but… Phew. And Alfie told him that she wasn’t interested in Roy.” She looked at Cylana’s speechless expression and began nodding. “Yeah, and she grabbed and pulled on his tie the way that you do to Naz’s sometimes.” Kai released a breath. “It looked like they were about to kiss. Dom left into the bathroom, though. Alfie will probably show up soon.”

Cylana was still processing, and it wasn’t often that Cylana was speechless. Kai nodded again, just once. “Yeah.”

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“Oh my God!” Alfie said then, suddenly seeming not irritated and instead amused to the highest degree. She pressed a hand to her chest in shock as the elevator dinged and Dom left. She followed after him, “Dom! Am I your walk of shame?” Alfie appeared to be actually thrilled about it. It wasn’t like her to be the cause of the walk of shame. If anyone was shame walking it was her. It hadn’t happened recently since she had made her abrupt job swap. Dom wasn’t really a walk of shame either. At least she didn’t consider him to be one. “I’m so blessed right now,” she added then, crossing herself and blowing a kiss upwards. 

“Anyways,” she said, still following him as he made his casual attempt to run away immediately. “I just wanna know!” She said, making a quick motion with her hands. Why was it so wrong? “I’m your friend whether you like it or not, I want to know about my friend.” She had to, again, do her little walk-trot to catch up to him, again grabbing onto his arm and leaning against him as he still tried to run off. “We can trade facts! I’ll tell you one fact about my first time and you can, you know, be the good friend that you are and share. Amuse me.” There was a long pause and she looked up at him, pushing her lower lip out in a pout and giving him the same sad eyes that Max would give. “Pleeeease?”

"Walk of shame?” he repeated, really not even knowing what that meant. “Uh...” He furrowed his brows at her and shook his head. “I... No?” If he weren’t so completely distressed by this entire topic, he would have been totally amused at her attempt to keep up with him. Her shorter legs scuttling along the hallway with him would have been a good cause to break out in laughter. However, the facts remained that she was still trying to drag him into this conversation that he was entirely unhappy to be in. 

He narrowed his eyes at her, stopping in the middle of the corridor. “Trade... facts...” He couldn’t believe the words that were coming from her mouth. He imagined this must be what being in middle school or high school felt like. “No.” He studied her intensely, his narrowed eyes boring into her as if he would be entirely unwavering in the answer he’d given her. 

As she pouted out her lip in a manner that reminded him of a cute puppy asking for a treat, he couldn’t help but finally break into a small grin. She was being utterly ridiculous, and as awful as the topic was, her behavior was humoring him. 

He tilted his head back, groaning up toward the ceiling. He couldn’t believe he was caving. “Ughhh, fine!” he surrendered. 

Once he was done screeching again, that small grin reappeared, which he tried to wipe off, but failed immediately upon looking at her again. “This is going to require some sweets, though...”