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[center][h1][color=Brown]Dominic Mason[/color][/h1][/center]

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[center][b][u]Location:[/u][/b] Apartment 2C, Getting ready to leave.
[b][u]Interacting With:[/u][/b] Nattie -[@HushedWhispers] Kip via Text – [@rougeLily][/center]

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[center][color=7f8ef0][b]"I am getting in the shower, Dom. No funny business this time."[/b][/color] Nattie called out as she ran to the bathroom and Dom dragged the bags into the house. No funny business? Well there goes half his fun. He’s been on a damn mountain for a month and he gets no loving. Life just wasn’t fair sometimes.[/center]

[center]Neatly taking everything from their respective bags, Dominic began to put them in their appropriate places as Nat showered. One of the many benefits from being in the Dominat relationship was that they were both utter neat freaks. Absolutely nothing was out of place in apartment 2C, you’d think Patrick Bateman lived in it. Dom’s tidiness can be somewhat of a shock to some, given his very lackadaisical and effortless approach to his own fashion and style.[/center]

[center]Reaching to his jacket pocket, Dom pulled out his phone; whilst shopping with Nat he had an idea. He didn’t want to tell Nattie just yet because it might be nothing but then again it might be something and if it was something, then he’d need a lot of help.[/center]

[center][b]To: KIP Night Shamalan
[color=Brown]Idea. Talk at the party. Oh and I’m home btw[/color][/b][/center]

[center]Dom had forgotten to let people know he was home. As far as his friends were concerned, they had come to learn that whenever Dominic was off on one of his treks that there was no determined date of return. The Minnesota man would be up in the clouds for weeks, literally and would only come down when he decided the time was right. Many would go maybe a month without hearing from Dom and then poof, like magic he’d be back. He was definitely an interesting creature to say the least.[/center]

[center]Dropping his phone on the bed; the king of beards turned just in time to see Natalya emerging from her shower. God damn he had missed that sight. [b][color=Brown]”That is just not fair”[/color][/b] Sighing deeply, he knew there would time for what he had in mind later but only if he got moving because Nat would kill him if she was late to her own party. Stripping off his own clothes, he pressed a quick peck to her cheek. [b][color=Brown]”I lay your dress down on the bed”[/color][/b]. Dom climbed into the still piping hot shower and quickly cleaned himself. It had been a month since had been in a proper shower. The searing heat from the aqua felt so good he didn’t want to get out but of course, his lady love would kill him.[/center]

[center]Emerging from his shower, he dried off his well-muscled torso and headed into the bedroom. Mardis Gras/Saint Patrick day was the theme. No need to over-complicate it. Dom’s outfit for the evening consisted simply of some dark jeans, a green t-shirt and a black jacket. After putting on some aftershave (even though his face was still very thoroughly fuzzed and styling his hair; he left the bedroom and met the waiting Nat in the living area. She looked amazing, his words could not properly describe how gorgeous she looked.  [b][color=7f8ef0][b]"Finally."[/b][/color] She'd speak towards him then give him a small hug with a kiss on his lips. [color=7f8ef0][b]"Sorry. Just a little bit nervous."[/b][/color][/center]

[center][b][color=Brown]”Nat, relax. It’s going to be a great night”[/color][/b] He placed hands on her waist to steady her as she slipped into her heels. [color=7f8ef0][b]"We got to wait for Tasha but if she's not here within the second, we're leaving."[/b][/color][/center]

[center]Picking up his phone, keys and wallet, Dom stuffed them into his pockets and stood behind Nat, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her neck. [b][color=Brown]”Hey lady, you look absolutely mesmerising tonight. Save me a dance?[/color][/b][/center]