"Well I never want to see you unhappy
I thought you'd want the same for me"
Chapter Two: Unhappy
"Well?"
Hearing his boots start their slow tread towards where she hid under the table, she jumped up, bumping her head. "God-dammit!" DG furrowed her eyebrows, as she brought her hand up, rubbing where a bump was now forming.
"DG…" The reaction was almost instant. One second she was alone under the table, still swearing under her breath, and the next Cain was beside her on his knees, pulling her into the light. If the bump hadn't made her a dizzy, and if she weren't quite nervous as to her present position where Cain held her in his lap surveying the damage, then she would have laughed at the situation. As it was, Az was looking on being very quite and Cain kept gently probing her skull for worry she'd fractured it in her clumsiness. She almost purred with contentment as his hands ran through her hair, only to repeat the process. She went back to that night, that night when everything between them came to a knife point. One that they had balanced on for so very long and she honestly had no idea how they had lasted as long as they had without one of them falling over.
Cain stopped moving forward the second that he felt DG's body go beside his. "DG…" His voice started out commanding and ended up dying on his lips as he saw her turn her eyes from his chest and meet his own.
"Cain." She replied, although it was more of a breathless question, confession and consent in two little syllables.
The next thing either of them knew, Cain's grip on her arm increased to a painful degree, and he was pulling her towards him, letting his other hand curl itself into her long, wavy locks. "We shouldn't be doing this."
DG leaned in, letting herself reach up and grab a little tuft of hair on his chest, allowing her fingers to trail through it. "We're not doing anything." Her reply was said to his chest as she watched, as if transfixed, as her fingers ran up and down his chest.
He let out a low growl as he felt one of her nails lightly scrape across his left nipple. He grabbed her then, and like a flash, had her back against the wall and her arms held above her head, captive. "This isn't a game kid." Emphasizing his point, he leant down until he was a hairs breath away from her lips and let loose a puff of air.
She felt herself shaking and let her tongue wet her lips. He made as if to move closer, and then all of a sudden, nothing. The weight of his body, his grip on her wrists, those kissable lips… it was as if they had suddenly disappeared.
"I'm perfectly fine!" She scrambled to get up, but he held her close as he got up before finally allowing himself to let go of her. She turned around, her lips pursed and her eyes flashing in annoyance, the air around her seemed to be cackling with it too. She'd gotten better about controlling her magick since being back in the OZ, but it was still extremely difficult, especially in times of high emotional turbulence. And this? This was definitely one of those times.
"My deepest apologies, Princess. I am in charge of your well being, it would look mightly bad if the queen were to see you in anything less than your perfect condition." Cain finished his derisive dialogue with a dip of his hat, before turning on his heel and heading towards the door.
DG's fists were clenched and she was sure that if he had stayed one second longer, she was going to send him to see the freakin' great and powerful wizard of Oz.
Just as she was contemplating different ways to strangle her bodyguard, he poked his head around the door. "Oh, I forgot the reason that I came in was that the Queen asked for an audience with the two of you."
Removing his head from the death glare DG had on her face and the confused glance that Azkadellia had, he barely missed the flying fireball that came flying through the door, singing his fedora.