Disclaimer: Tin Man and such do not belong to me. This was written for my own enjoyment and hopefully for the enjoyment of others.
He watched her trailing her hands languidly in the water that flowed through Finaqua. He was older and supposedly wiser than the young princess, but that didn't stop the longing that filled his soul as he watched her.
It really was funny. When DG had saved him from the tin suit, his heart was encased in steel, while hers was open for all to see. As Cain followed the blue-eyed princess trying to save the OZ, the bars melted away, and he began to feel again. Even the eventual knowledge that Adora was gone could not rebuild the bars.
He had spent 8 annuals under the belief that she and Jeb were gone. He had grieved for his wife and son. With Jeb's reemergence into his life, Cain's heart began to beat again.
However, while his heart began to live again, DG's heart was slowing, shutting its self off from everyone. The pain of realizing that all the horrors the OZ, her family, and her friends had suffered were her fault had left its scars. Those wounds had no time to heal before DG suffered another blow. It was determined that the "daughter drawn to dark" was not Azkadellia like most thought, but DG. DG had heard the witches call, not Az. DG was the supposedly dark princess.
As time passed, Cain became aware that DG had changed. To most she remained the sweet, loving girl who freed her sister from the influence of the witch. She still laughed and smiled at the antics of Glitch and Raw. She still embraced her family. She still allowed her limpid blue eyes to shine on those people in the castle. But Cain saw past the surface and into the heart of the woman.
The laugher and smiles were tempered with restraint. Her embraces sparked of hesitancy. Cain knew what DG was thinking and feeling. He had felt the same all those long annuals witnessing the destruction of his world. DG didn't feel she deserved to be happy or content. She had imposed a self-inflicted punishment as penance for letting the witch escape.
But Cain was through letting DG wallow in her malcontent. He had been watching the princess for a while and his feelings for her had only grown stronger. He wanted her. It was that plain and simple. Sure she was a princess and he was a tin man, but in truth, that didn't matter.
With that thought in mind, Cain made his way to where DG was sitting swirling the waters with her hand.
"Hello, Princess," Cain drawled as he maneuvered his body next to DG.
DG's eyes widened at the greeting. She thought she was alone and had not heard the approaching man. Her thoughts had been on Wyatt Cain. She had been torturing herself with daydreams of the two of them together. She was imagining his strong body pressing her down on the soft grass. His hands ghosting over her breasts and hips. Color filled her face, then remembering that it was because of her that his wife and son had been stripped from him, the color drained away leaving her pale and gasping for breath.
"Cain, what are you doing here?" she managed to push through her trembling lips. Her eyes were drawn to his broad chest and the lithe muscles of his legs. A part of her wanted to follow the contours of his body with her hands, but the other, more prominent part, reminded her that she was damaged goods and Cain deserved a whole woman, not someone damaged by the darkness that had ravaged the OZ.
"Just came looking for you. I sent your guards on back to the castle. I figured that you and I could handle any problems that came our way." Cain spoke lightly, but his eyes moved like a caress over DG's body. He was fast approaching a point of no return. He wanted DG and was determined to have her, regardless of her misconceptions.
DG's breath shallowed and then quickened. The thought of being alone with Wyatt both terrified her and thrilled her. Her imagination drew pictures of leaning over him and tasting the essence of Cain. She could hear his groans of pleasure as she learned the task of pleasing her Tin Man.
Wyatt watched DG's eyes glaze over for a few moments. His heart leapt inside his chest. She was thinking about him, he was sure of it. Now was the time to "make his move" as the saying goes. Cain pulled his ever-present duster and vest off and laid them down beside DG. He then proceeded to drive DG out of her ever-loving mind by stretching his muscular arms above his head. His shirt was pulled tight over his chest and stomach. Secretly, Wyatt grinned at the audible gulp as DG's eyes watched his every move.
DG could feel the blood rushing through her veins as Wyatt removed his duster and vest. 'Thank you, God,' was her first thought. It wasn't often she got to see him sans armor. When his shirt pulled tight over his stomach and chest, DG nearly fainted. It was not possible for one man to be that mesmerizing.
"Wh..what are you doing, Cain?" DG forced through a suddenly dry mouth.
Wyatt cocked one eyebrow up and crinkled his blue eyes. "Just getting comfortable. It's been a while since you and I have had any time to ourselves." He carefully leaned over the young woman's feet and began pulling off her shoes. This flustered DG even more than the impromptu strip tease. She delicately tried to pull her feet away, but Wyatt held her foot firmly within his grasp. He pulled off her laced up boot, and began drawing his thumbs sensuously down the arch of her foot.
"I don't know how you can wear those things. I bet your poor feet are aching." Cain said while he watched DG's breathing come faster.
DG wasn't sure what to think. Back in Kansas, she would be thinking that Cain was flirting with her. But here, the rules were so very confusing. Maybe this was how men and women related. DG's inner voice snorted at that thought. The feeling of Cain's hands rubbing her feet caused tendrils of heat to spread throughout her body. DG could feel her nipples ache within the confines of her bodice.
Her eyes glazed over for a minute as she imagined Cain moving his hands higher up her leg and massaging the warm flesh of her leg. Suddenly, imagination became reality. Cain smoothly drew his hands up DG's slender ankle and began caressing her calf.
Wyatt's fingertips glided over her smooth skin, kneading the lean lines of her calves. He couldn't remember a woman's skin ever being this soft and silky. He had to physically restrain himself from tasting her warm flesh. She wasn't quite ready for that move, but the blood thrumming through his veins dictated his urgency.
DG reveled in the feel of Cain touching her. She watched his hands glide over her skin. It was perfect. Too perfect. Just then DG glimpsed the white mark on Cain's ringer finger of his left hand. Adora. Jeb. Death. Destruction.
DG's heart stuttered to a stop. Abruptly she pulled away from Cain and smoothed her dress over her legs.
Turning her head away from him, DG whispered, "Please, don't Cain."
Cain took in the bowed head and downcast eyes. It was time they finally had this out.
"No, Princess. You don't get to pull away this time." Cain said. He moved so that his legs were on either side of hers. She was effectively trapped. He grabbed her foot again in a gentle grasp and ran his hand up her leg. This time he didn't stop at her calf, but traced the contours of her knee.
As she felt Cain move over her, DG's head shot up. Confusion filled her sapphire blue eyes. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Just what I said. You are not going to stop, pull away, or come up with any other excuse this time. I am going to touch you, learn you, and make you burn. I've waited too long for you to realize that no one, especially me, is blaming you for the witch's reign."
One hand moved higher on DG's leg pulling the fabric of her skirt with it. "So before we are through tonight, and we will be at this all night, you are going to understand that I want you just the way you are."
With that, Cain leaned over and allowed his tongue to trace the cords of her neck. DG shivered in response. Her body tightening in anticipation. Who knew that a neck could be so mind blowing. Her thoughts were in a muddle, but slowly through the swirling mess, one thought crystallized. Wyatt Cain, Tin Man, Royal Bodyguard, General Shadow Extraordinaire was about to make her all girlish fantasy come true.
Okay, I have never written anything as suggestive as this is seeming to be, so any and ALL suggestions, criticisms, etc are not only welcomed, but needed. If not, no telling what is going to happen to poor DG and Cain.