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Lovely In Her Bones

Dana listened quietly, eyes serious, and when he stopped speaking she stepped close to him and put her hands on his chest. “I know, Dom,” she said, sliding her hands upwards, and she kissed him with cool lips.

“Don’t say it like you’re indulging me,” Dom muttered, trying not to hold her too tight. “Say it like you believe me.”

She took her mouth from his. “I know, Dom,” she said again in a voice that was soft and serious, and when she kissed him again it felt less like an attempt to placate him and more like comfort and relief.

“We’ll go soon,” he said.

“I’m sorry if I spoiled the evening–“

“No, no. Not at all. Viggo says people tell the stories they need to tell when they need to tell them—in your case he was right, I’d say.”

“Some things are just easier in front of a group,” Dana murmured.  He kept his arm around her as they went back to the garden. She paused in front of the glass back doors and said quietly, “I’m glad you love me, Dom.”

They were in full view of his friends but Dom had never been the kind to let that stop him. He held her face in his hands and kissed her warmly until she pulled away, laughing and little breathless. He grinned and kept his arm around her as they went outside, and wasn’t at all surprised to see Viggo had his camera out again. “Send me copies, yeah?” he said breezily and Viggo nodded that he would.


Elijah and Orlando had made arrangements at the airport to go through security in a less-public way, and Orlando, with his disarming smile, convinced the security guard who came to escort them that Dana should come along too. “You can wait in the VIP room with us until your flight leaves,” he said, and the security guard, starstruck, nodded in agreement.

“Thank you,” Dana said to them, and to Dom, “I guess this is goodbye.”

“Yeah,” Dom said gloomily. Dana made a soft sound and pulled him close to kiss him quickly. He held onto her, hating every mile that would be between them, and then grinned when first Elijah and Orlando joined into the hug. He kissed them both, holding tightly onto Dana with one arm, and said, “Can we have a few minutes, guys?”

“Sure,” Orlando said, and Elijah echoed, “Sure,” softly, giving Dom one more tight squeeze before stepping away.

Dom waited until they were a few yards away with the security guard. “I’m calling you every day. E-mailing you, too.”

“Okay,” Dana said quietly.

“And if you get hurt again I’m coming out to take care of you.”

“Dom,” she began.

“That’s the thing about a big ensemble cast, love. They can write me out for a while they need to. And if they need to, tell me. I’ll be here.  Or there. Or wherever.”

She shook her head but said, “I wouldn’t be able to hold you back no matter what, would I?”

“No, you wouldn’t.” He hesitated, then said, “And I have something for you.” He’d grabbed it on the way out this morning, his thought process fuzzy but the desire to give her something tangible very strong. He took it from his pocket and pressed it into her hand. “A replacement for your cross, like.”

Dana held the jade pendant, her expression confused. “A replacement?”

“Yeah. Um. It’s called a hei matau. Viggo gave us all one when we decided to learn to surf together. It’s a Maori symbol, for protection on the water. But I figure protection is protection, and you need it more than I do. Viggo will understand. And maybe you could wear it when you miss me.”

Her thumb smoothed over the dark green jade, and she smiled. “I’ll wear it every day,” she said quietly. “Help me put it on?”

“Yeah.” He knotted the leather cord around her neck. The jade was carved like a primitive bone fish hook, less than an inch across, and hung just below the dip at Dana’s throat. Dom touched the pendant lightly. “Okay. There you go.”

“We need to go—Elijah’s flight–“

“Yeah,” Dom murmured again. “Let them look after you, okay? For me?” he added at the look she gave him. “Make me feel better? And call me as soon as you land?”

She nodded, tracing the pendant. “I love you,” she said quietly.

Dom kissed her one more time. “I know,” he said. He returned her smile and let out a deep breath as he watched her walk away, flanked once she reached them by Elijah and Orlando.

They’d look after her. Doggett would look after her. And he—he would just have to wait.

There was an email from Viggo waiting for him when he got home, with pictures attached. Dom clicked through them, smiling at how Viggo had captured them: Dana’s thoughtful expressions, how she smiled when he kissed her, the way Dom watched her as she spoke. Viggo’s note that accompanied the pictures read simply, “Dom in love,” and Dom wrote back, “That he is.”

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I Knew a Woman

I knew a woman, lovely in her bones,
When small birds sighed, she would sigh back at them;
Ah, when she moved, she moved more ways than one:
The shapes a bright container can contain!
Of her choice virtues only gods should speak,
Or English poets who grew up on Greek
(I’d have them sing in chorus, cheek to cheek.)
How well her wishes went! She stroked my chin,
She taught me Turn, and Counter-turn, and stand;
She taught me Touch, that undulant white skin:
I nibbled meekly from her proffered hand;
She was the sickle; I, poor I, the rake,
Coming behind her for her pretty sake
(But what prodigious mowing did we make.)
Love likes a gander, and adores a goose:
Her full lips pursed, the errant note to seize;
She played it quick, she played it light and loose;
My eyes, they dazzled at her flowing knees;
Her several parts could keep a pure repose,
Or one hip quiver with a mobile nose
(She moved in circles, and those circles moved.)
Let seed be grass, and grass turn into hay:
I’m martyr to a motion not my own;
What’s freedom for? To know eternity.
I swear she cast a shadow white as stone.
But who would count eternity in days?
These old bones live to learn her wanton ways:
(I measure time by how a body sways.)

— by Theodore Roethke

Dom’s DJ mixes are based on DJ Spec, whose work you can find at

I have no idea what Dom’s or Viggo’s houses look like or even where they live. Their houses are pure imagination on my part.

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