Disclaimer—I do not own the characters of Tin Man, though I do own the DVD and it's playing in the background as inspiration as we speak.
Wyatt Cain knew too much.
He knew that the Princess DG was quick to trust and quicker to love. He knew that once she gave you either, her loyalty was yours for life. But he also knew that if you betrayed that trust you were forever tarnished in her eyes, no matter how you were able to make amends.
Cain knew she was a knockout in a dress, and stunning in her Other Side clothes when she felt the most at home. Cain knew that the strands of her hair were like silk when they brushed against skin. He knew that her voice was beautiful, thought it was a rare occasion when she let it be heard.
He knew that there was a dusting of freckles along her nose and cheekbones; a feature that he found utterly adorable and irresistible. He knew how the she felt in his arms. They had embraced too many times, and he knew how every plane and curve felt against him.
Wyatt Cain wanted too much.
He wanted her, in every sense of the world. He wanted to feel things he hadn't in years; wanted to take her in his arms and never let go. Cain wanted the feel of his mouth against hers and to fist his hands in all that impossibly dark hair.
He wanted to see her eyes go blind with wanting and feel her go weak in his arms. He wanted to make her his in every way and assure that no one but him would ever touch her. He wanted to hear her say those three little words that would mean he had her heart. Most of all Cain wanted to be liberated from the restrictions of position and status; he wanted class to disappear, for there to be no distinction between Tin Man, Viewer, Resistance Fighter, Headcase or Princess. Only in that world would he be truly free to love her.
