What happens behind closed sets//DomKat

Drunken Kisses

*WARNING* This chapter contains sexual themes.

Kat's POV

It's over, I won, he's gone for at least 12 years. So why do I still feel like something's missing? And it still hurts too. I know Dom's got me and everything, but I can't stop replaying that night over and over again in my mind. I hope I'll get over it soon. Besides, I should be focusing on the amazing girl next to me and how lucky I am to be holding her hand. We've just gotten back to my house after going out for ice cream. Dom's holding my hand and it doesn't matter how many times she holds my hand, I'm always going to be just as nervous about it. I'm comfortable around her, she's my home, but I'm just so worried I'll do something to mess it up. Like if my hand gets too sweaty, maybe she'll let go and never hold my hand again--what if she never holds me again? What if--

Dom: "Are you gonna stand out there all day or are you gonna come inside with me?"

Despite Dom being in the house and I still being on the porch, she was still holding my hand. And I'd completely let my nerves get the best of me, there's no way I wasn't sweating. But she was still holding my hand.

Dom: "Kat are you alright?"

Kat: "Yeah...-- Yeah I'm fine. I'm sorry, I just got lost in my thoughts.

Kat walked through the doorway and locked the door behind her before she made her way to the kitchen, still holding Dom's hand.

I'm still kind of flustered, but the best way to be confident is to just, act confident, right?

Kat stopped for a moment, and then pulled Dom's hand to her mouth and kissed it

Kat: "Payback for earlier."

Kat smirked as she let go of Dom's hand to get into the cabinet containing the wine glasses

Kat: "Can I offer you a drink, my dear?"

Dom: "Oh, um, sure, do you have red wine?"

Kat: "Of course, I'll get you a glass right away."

Dom: "Are you having any?"

Kat: "No, not wine. I need something much stronger."

Kat said this as she pulled out a bottle of whiskey from the fridge after she'd poured Dom a glass of wine

Dom: "Are you sure you're okay?"

Kat: "Yes. I'm fine. Don't worry about me baby, enjoy your wine."

Dom's POV

Kat's having whiskey? She hardly even likes whiskey. I can't even get flustered over her calling me baby, I'm much more focused on her wellbeing. There's no way she's actually fine. And for some reason, she's not telling me what's wrong. She usually tells me, why isn't she telling me this time? It must be something that's hard for her to say. Maybe I'll let it go for now, she clearly doesn't want to talk about it.

Kat turns on the TV and sits on the couch, drinking the whiskey straight from the bottle. Dom sits down beside Kat with her glass of wine. For a while, they sit like this without talking. It doesn't take long for Kat to get drunk, and Dom's finished her wine rather quickly too

Kat: "You know what I've always wanted to do?"

Dom: "What?"

Kat: "Parachute out of a plane at 15,000 feet. To swim far, far out into the ocean until I can't see the bottom anymore. To eat gooey duck."