If I could just hear your pretty voice, I don't think I need to see at all. Who: Dominic and his then-girlfriend, Keira (NPC) When: 2006; Dom is 22 Where: Keira's apartment, New York City Note: There's nothing graphic, but it gets a little NSFW at the end. Just as a heads up :)
Dominic was tired.
It was understandable - he couldn’t remember any point in the last week when he’d gotten a full night’s sleep. Between rushing to the hospital to see Camilla, interrogating the cops were doing absolutely nothing to track down her attackers, and deciding to take matters into his own hands, Dominic had been a busy boy. He’d promised Milla that he wouldn’t rest until he’d found her justice, and that was exactly what he’d done.
Tonight had been the epitome of it all - he and Ashton had found the fuckers who thought it a good idea to rape his twin and leave her for dead. He’d already taken care to wash all the blood off and dispose of the evidence - being the son of a mobster had its perks - but he could still see it on his hands when he closed his eyes. Some might have been terrified of what they’d done, but Dominic? Was pleased with himself. Camilla was safe, and they’d never be able to find her to hurt her again.
Ashton, for once in his life, had actually followed through on his word by helping Dominic out, even if he’d had to let the kid bite him to do it. Though the bite mark on Dominic’s hand was still throbbing, he knew it wasn’t infected, just healing. And his senses had changed enough that he’d been able to track the scent left on Camilla’s clothes back to her attackers. “After the first moon,” Ashton told him, “you can shift whenever you want. We’ll go for a run or something, it’ll be fun. Just be patient, my friend.”
Right now, the last thing Dominic was concerned with was his hand. He wanted a warm bed to sleep in and someone to curl up with and there was only one option for that: Keira. His girlfriend, the only other person besides Ashton and his siblings who knew what he’d been up to that night. Knocking on her apartment door, he leaned against the door frame, head pounding in time with his head. Must be more tired than I realize. It was the only explanation he could think of for the random, sudden migraines he kept getting.
He heard her shuffle towards the door before she opened it, yawning as she did so. “You could have called to let me know you were coming,” she said, tucking her robe around her waist. Keira tried to be annoyed with him but in the moment, Dominic knew she wasn’t. If she didn’t want to see him, she’d have already thrown him out the door. A stubborn bitch, his girlfriend was, and Dom loved her for it. They’d spent far too little time together since Camilla’s attack, and he’d fix that now.
“I didn’t know when I’d be free.” He gave her a smirk, best one he could manage given his current state, and leaned in for a kiss. “I missed you.”
She patted his cheek. “I’m sure you did. Get your ass in here.” Keira closed the door behind him and led him into the apartment proper, silk robe moving along with her body as she walked. She wasn’t wearing much underneath and Dom could tell. And her scent - there was something so distinctive about it now, something he couldn’t quite place. It was more than just the perfume she wore or the shampoo she used, but it marked her as her. “You look like you need a beer. Or to sleep for the next three years.”
“Sleep sounds amazing.” Dominic came up behind her, resting his hands on her waist, ducking his head down to rest it in the crook of her neck. “Always sleep best next to you.”
“You’re inviting yourself over for the night, then?”
“You let me in the door. Guess that means you want me here.” He kissed her neck idly. “I didn’t want to go home. Only other place would be the hospital and I don’t want to keep Milla up. Won’t do her any good to keep worrying about me right now.” All the doctors had said Camilla would make a full recovery - physically, anyway. Emotionally, even Dominic didn’t know what would happen.
Keira turned in his arms, so she could see her face proper. “Should she be worried?”
Dominic smirked, the kind that said he’d been up to no good, the kind anyone in their right mind knew better than to trust. “Not anymore.”
“So it’s done.” They’d discussed it before, the plans Dominic had made. Keira hadn’t exactly been thrilled at the idea that Dominic had allowed himself to be bitten - and neither had Camilla, truth be told - but she knew why he’d done it. And she did agree that something had to be done. You didn’t fuck with an Agostino and live to tell the tale, simple as that.
He nodded, once. “All four of them. I’ll be honest, I’d expected more of a fight.” As it was he could feel where there would be bruises in the morning, and a few cuts here and there, but he and Ashton had been quick and efficient about the whole thing. At the first sign of begging, Dominic had simply started shooting. Fuck that, they hadn’t stopped when Camilla begged for her life, so he wasn’t going to give them the same honor. As much as he would have liked to drag it out and enjoy killing each and every one of them slowly, his rage had gotten the best of him. “Don’t worry, they won’t trace it back to me.” As far as the cops were concerned, Dominic was a very upset twin brother, and as well he should be. He might be young, but he wasn’t stupid, and Matteo would pull what strings he had to in order to keep his youngest son out of trouble. Dominic was counting on that much.
Her hands came up, cupping his face, fingers tracing over the stubble dusting his chin. “You did what had to be done,” she said. “I knew you would.” Keira was, at her core, a survivor, and she’d always done what she had to in order to get from one day to the next. He wondered if she realized that, if something ever happened to her, Dominic would go to the same lengths to protect her honor as well. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed, you’ve had a long night.”
Taking him by the hand, Keira led him back to her bedroom. Though he’d been here millions of times, and knew the layout like the back of his hand, he did like the way she kept looking back at him as she walked, little glances meant to drive him crazy. This was why he’d gone to Keira - going home would have made him stir crazy, and right now he needed something happy. A distraction, anything to keep him from thinking too much about Camilla and if she’d really, truly, be all right. Once inside he closed the door behind them, he stripped out of the t-shirt he wore and tossed it onto a nearby chair.
He heard more than saw the little gasp she made. “Dom,” she reached out to touch a line of bruises along his left side, nothing more than ghosting her fingers along the skin. “Don’t do the tough guy thing and lie to me about things like this.”
“It’ll heal.” He tilted her face up to his, kissing her. It wasn’t the soft kind of kiss meant to be romantic and sweet; this was hard and demanding, matching the kind of night Dominic had so far. “And it was worth it.”
Keira had never flinched away from those kind of kisses - she returned them, standing on her toes, hand sliding up his body and into his hair. “Yes, baby, it was.” The silk of her robe moved against his skin and Dominic fumbled with the tie, pulling it open so he could push it from her shoulders. Underneath was a lacy tank and panties, her usual sleepwear, and he knew now that those would be out of the way soon, too.
Ignoring the way his head was throbbing, or the tiredness he could feel in his bones, he lifted the woman up into his arms. Keira wrapped her legs around his waist and he carried her over to the bed, laying her down beneath him. This was the perfect ending to the night he’d had, at least in his mind. To him it was part celebration, part reminding himself that Keira was still there and that he’d done the right thing. Dominic knew he’d done the right thing.
As as they moved together as one, her fingernails digging into the skin of his back as he hit just the right spots with in her, his mouth leaving trails of kisses along her neck, he could feel something else going on, too. The bond between them, that said he loved her more than anything else in this world, kept getting stronger. Mine. All mine. He’d never look at another woman the way he was looking at Keira right now. And when her back arched and she shuddered her release beneath him, Dominic wasn’t far behind, her name on his lips, followed by three simple little words.