Just as she was turning off the solar-powered lantern that lit her bedroom, a quiet knock on her door made Diana look up. "Diana, are you still awake?" Caine asked, so quietly that it was barely audible through the door.
"Yeah," she replied, wondering what her boyfriend wanted. She doubted the sociopath would be at her door if there wasn't anything for him to gain by talking to her. Maybe he just wants to get laid, thought Diana, rolling her eyes at the likelihood of this being the only reason that His Majesty was waiting outside of her room.
"Can I come in?" Caine asked as he wiped his palms on the leg of his pants in order to get the sweat off. Why was he so anxious? He had delivered a speech to hundreds of people earlier that day, and yet he worried about having a conversation with his queen.
"Sure." Diana wondered why he didn't just open the door with his powers as usual. This was exactly what he ended up doing, but only after she had given him permission. Caine strode over and sat a few feet away from her on her bed. Diana watched as his gaze traveled to her chest, which was (mostly) covered by the tank top she was wearing. After a few seconds, Caine must have realized he was staring, judging by the way his cheeks grew considerably red and he seemed to have to force himself to make eye contact with her.
Diana sighed and shook her head a little, but otherwise let this go unacknowledged, for which Caine was grateful. "Did you want to talk about something, Fearless Leader?" she prompted.
"I … um - was wondering -" he started nervously. Realizing that their conversation would likely go on for years at its current pace, Diana decided to take matters into her own hands. Leaning forward, she let her slender fingers run through Caine's dark hair, then placed a finger just beneath the sensitive skin near his ear to lead him towards her. Diana kissed Caine skillfully, and he returned it without a moment's hesitation. Part of him knew that this kiss meant nothing, that she was only kissing him to relieve the tension and get rid of his nerves, but he ignored that part.
The newly-coronated monarchs separated, but stayed close to each other. "Can you talk now?" Diana inquired.
The king nodded, and Diana raised an eyebrow questioningly. "Yes, I think so." Caine sounded a little out of breath, but far less nervous.
"Good," said Diana as she moved farther away from him, leaning against the headboard and making Caine wonder what his queen would have done had he not recovered from his nerves so quickly. "Why are you here, Caine?"
"I was wondering if I could sleep here tonight."
"What's wrong with your room?"
"Nothing, we could go there if you want, but -"
Diana interrupted him, "We're not having sex tonight, Caine, so if that's what you came here for, then you can just leave." This came out a bit more harshly than she had intended.
Caine looked away, hand clenched into fists, feeling unbelievably frustrated. Why is she always mad at me? he wondered, what did I do wrong? As he spoke, Caine struggled to keep his voice just slightly louder than a whisper. Yelling at her would just make her angrier. "I've realized that, Diana. It's been a week, and no matter what I do to make it up to you, you can't seem to forgive me enough to get back to how we were before all this happened. And no, that wasn't what I came to ask you. I already know I'm not getting any." Caine stood to leave, but his queen reached out and took his hand, gently pulling him back onto the bed.
"What is it, then?" Diana asked, her tone kinder, almost apologetic.
"I just want to be close to you," Caine blurted out, whispering so quietly that Diana almost couldn't hear him, before he could get too nervous and stop himself, "Just to... feel something, for once."
At least he's trying, thought Diana, smiling slightly. "Okay, why didn't you just say so?" She teased.
Caine stood, grinning. "I guess I'll go change," he said, but hesitated, not wanting to leave now that they weren't arguing any more.
Diana shook her head, standing up and unbuttoning his shirt. "No, just strip to your boxers," she said, not really wanting him to leave either. Caine did as she said, then gently pushed her back on to the bed before lying down next to her. Diana pulled the covers over them as Caine waved his hand, turning off the lantern with his powers. In the dark, their lips met. They moved closer to each other and Caine wrapped his arms around his queen. Diana allowed this, until Caine started to slide his hand up her shirt. She let him for a minute, but then broke their kiss and instead planted a few small kisses on his bare chest. Then she pulled away slightly, saying "Don't you need to sleep in order to run your kingdom, Fearless Leader?"
Caine nodded, and Diana laid her head on his chest as he hugged her closer to him. Just before they both fell asleep, Caine smugly whispered two words into his queen's ear: "Our kingdom."
Caine woke to the feeling of Diana's lips against his neck. He grinned at this and pulled her closer to him, not wanting it to end. For a minute, it felt like they were still back on the island. In his half-asleep state, it took a while for Caine to remember the events of the past week. Because of this, Caine was momentarily confused when Diana stopped kissing him and ruffled his hair, whispering "Good morning, Your Highness." Once the past week had come rushing back to him, Caine's grin widened, not only because he was a king, but also because Diana had called him by his title. He hadn't required her to refer to him formally, knowing that she would never go along with it, but somehow the same two words that he had already heard at least a hundred times from his many other subjects sounded so much better coming from his queen's lips.
"Good morning, Diana," Caine muttered groggily, reaching out with one hand and playing with a few strands of her dark hair, his other arm wrapped around her waist.
"You should probably go get dressed," advised Diana.
Caine shook his head and leaned in close to her, "I want to stay here." So what if they weren't on San Francisco De Sales? That didn't mean they couldn't … he smirked, pulling her closer, before adding, "with you."
Diana rolled her eyes. "I'm not the one who decided to schedule a meeting at ten o'clock every morning."
Caine had evidently forgotten about this, seeing as he sat up straight and demanded "What time is it?" as Diana sighed and sat up as well.
"Nine-twenty; you know, you should really write these things down," Diana mocked her usually meticulous boyfriend.
Caine nodded. "I guess I forgot." The truth was that after his argument with Diana, he had gone and sulked for about an hour, thus forgetting all about the next court meeting. "Meet me in the throne room in half an hour," Caine told her as he pulled on his pants just in case someone happened to be in the hallway that separated his room from hers.
"Why so early?" Diana asked in a tone which clearly showed that she cared very little.
"Because I need to talk to you about something." Caine paused for a moment to kiss Diana on her cheek, grabbed his shirt from where it had been discarded on the floor the previous night, and left.
About thirty minutes later, Caine and Diana were seated in their thrones. "What did you want to talk to me about, Fearless Leader?" she asked.
"I believe you had something you had to tell me, Diana," he replied, "a secret, perhaps?"
Rolling her eyes, Diana responded. "Not now, Caine."
The king raised an eyebrow. "Why not? Now seems like a perfect time to me." He had given her long enough.
Diana had been hoping to wait at least few more days before telling him this particular bit of information. She had been trying to figure out a way to insure that he was in a good mood when she told him, since she didn't expect him to be too happy about the fact that she was pregnant.
Meanwhile, Caine didn't like to be kept waiting. "You can't keep secrets from your king, it's treason. The court meeting starts in ten minutes, Diana. You have until then to tell me." He leaned back in his throne, crossing his arms and looking at her expectantly.
"Can't I just tell you later, Caine?" Diana asked, leaning towards him slightly and pushed back a lock of his dark hair, before letting her fingers brush against his cheek. "Please?"
The telekinetic king was getting impatient. "No. Tell me now."
"Could we make an agreement? Isn't there anything you'd want in return for me waiting just a couple more days before telling you?" Diana could tell that Caine was about to answer in the negative again, so she leaned close to him, whispering in his ear, "Anything at all?"
When the opportunity that she was giving him finally dawned on Caine, his eyes widened and the corners of his mouth turned up in a slightly mischievous grin. "Well, I suppose there is something."
"What?" asked Diana, her face still only inches away from his own.
"Sex. Tonight," he replied. Don't say no. Don't say no.
Diana pretended to consider this, when in reality she had just found the perfect way to make sure that Caine was in a good mood when she told him. She had even gotten him to come up with it by himself. There was only one thing missing, this plan would only work if she told him the following morning, while he was still in a good mood. But if she knew Caine, he would think of it soon enough. Diana smiled at him, "Well, I guess I did say anything." Perfect, thought Caine.
"In that case, you can wait until tomorrow morning to tell me." Perfect, thought Diana.
Caine reached down and took out a small, white cardboard box from underneath his throne. "I had Turk go and get this from the Coates drama department," he explained, handing it to her. Diana took the box and opened it. Inside was a silver-painted tiara, which sparkled slightly in the light from the window. It was really quite pretty. "You don't have to wear it all the time, but at least for court meetings and speeches, would you?" Diana nodded and placed the tiara on her head, where it contrasted well with her dark hair.
"So beautiful," he muttered before kissing her, only stopping when he heard the door open and shut. "My room. Ten o'clock tonight." he said, loud enough for the others to hear as well, pulling away.
Taylor whispered something in Penny's ear, and both of them giggled. Diana frowned slightly.
"Take your seats." ordered Caine.
