Little Doll
By Blackjack

Pairing: Sabrina/Domino
Rating: PG
Summary: It doesn't do to try to hide things from a psychic...especially one who calls you 'doll'...


Domino took a step back. "...I can't believe you said that."

"It's true, isn't it?"

Her head lowered, curls bobbing slightly. "...you still didn't have to say it. How...how did you find out?"

A smirk crossed the older girl's face. "I'm psychic. You can't keep anything from me."

"Sabrina, you can't tell anyone..."

"Doll," Domino flinched at the name "half the Team already knows what he keeps you around for; why you spend all your time in his office."

"...no they don't. They suspect, but they don't know."

Another smirk. "I also know something else about you. Something you think about another agent..."

Domino gasped. "Don't you dare!"

"You can't help but think about her when you're with the Boss. Your mind is a million miles away, but whenever you see her..."

"Stop it!"

"Doll, I don't even have to read your mind." She reached over and ran a gloved hand down Domino's face, smiling when the younger girl shivered. "I just have to read your eyes."

The girl's throat constricted. "...Sabrina..."

"But tell me something, doll..."

"...stop it..."

Red eyes narrowed. "...did you ever imagine that she would think of you?" Immediately, painted lips pressed against unpainted, and Sabrina smirked into the kiss.

For all her training, Domino could not hold back her sigh of contentment. "Sabrina..."

"My little doll..."

Domino had no way of knowing that Sabrina meant that another way.