Title: Their New World
Characters/Pairings: DG/Cain, rest of the cast, O/Cs
Rating: NC-17
Warnings/Spoilers: Adult content. Smut
Summary: Taking place following my After His World Stopped & When Her World Didn't Stop, almost a year has passed since the eclipse. Cain and DG continue to learn about each other and work to rebuild the Outer Zone that they now rule.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything, anyone or anyplace.

Chapter 3

The next morning, breakfast for the royal family was served in the Royal Suite. Everyone was picking at their food when the bedroom door opened. With Cain's arm tightly around her waist, DG entered. Lavender and Jeb quickly moved from the couch so there would be room for the royal couple to sit side-by-side.

Cain lowered DG to the seat and then turned to get her breakfast from the serving trays that had been set next to the fireplace. He smiled. Rebecca had sent up all of DG's favorite foods. He put some Papay fruit and a pastry on a plate and took it to DG along with a cup of coffee.

She smiled sadly at him in thanks. Her eyes were red and swollen. Her cheeks were blotched from where she had mourned with her husband during the night. Now she ate quietly, withdrawn into herself, barely acknowledging comments from her family.

After Cain had fixed his plate, he sat beside DG and ate while Jeb and Glitch reported the issues that needed immediate attention. After deciding how to cancel the celebration that had been scheduled for the royal couples' anniversary, talk had turned to other time sensitive issues.

"There's just one last thing," Jeb said finally. "The flowers."

Cain looked at him. "What flowers?"

"People have been bringing flowers to the palace since last night," Az answered.

Cain shrugged. "So?'

"They're starting to affect traffic," Jeb informed him.

"What?" Cain asked.

Az touched her sister's hand.

"You should see it," she encouraged.

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After first meal and after the family had left, DG's senior lady-in-waiting come into the suite.

"Do you need something, Carolynne?" Cain asked.

"No. I've come to help DG get cleaned up."

DG looked surprised. "Where's Betsy?"

In the past six months, Carolynne had ceased serving DG as a maid and had become a true lady-in-waiting. She served as an advisor and helped Az manage the staffs of the three royal palaces. Beckett's young daughter had become DG's new personal maid.

"You don't need her flightiness this morning. I've come to help you myself," the older woman announced.

Tears welled in DG's eyes. She stood up and hugged Carolynne tightly. Carolynne looked at Cain over DG's shoulder.

"You go take care of some of the things you need to do. I'll be here for a while. Then you can come back and take DG to see the flowers."

"Yes, ma'am," Cain told her with a grin.

Cain and Carolynne had formed a close relationship based on their mutual love of DG from the first morning Carolynne had worked for the then princess. It had only become tighter in the year since.

The two women released each other. Cain kissed DG gently. He stared into her eyes and ran a fingertip along her cheek.

"You send someone for me if you need me … if you want me … before I get back."

His cool blue eyes told her he was serious. She nodded and kissed him again. She took hold of Carolynne's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I'll be fine," she assured him.

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Cain and DG stood on the balcony looking out over the garden. His arms were around her as she stood in front of him.

"It's amazing," she gasped.

The entire garden had been covered with flowers that her citizens had brought quietly to the palace since they had learned of the Queen's loss. She could see that the flowers flooded out of the garden gate and threatened to overrun the street.

"We wanted you to see them before we started clearing them away," Cain told her

"Not all of them."

"No, not all of them. And we'll bring some into the palace. Would you like some in our suite?"

"Yes, please." She studied the scene before her. "Are there notes? It looks like paper out there."

"Notes, cards, letters …" he answered.

"You'll …"

"Every piece of paper will be saved," he assured her. "Marietta started organizing it the minute she got back."

DG nodded.

A couple was passing by the palace and noticed the Queen and the Consort. They stopped in front of the gate. They bowed solemnly before moving along their business.

Cain heard DG sob softly.

"The people are amazing," she managed.

He turned her around and smiled down at her.

"They love their Queen … almost as much as I do."

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Cain sat on the bed watching as the first sun sent light playing over DG's features. He sighed softly, her beauty literally taking his breath away. One year ago they had been refugees, running to the Western Guild.

He had honestly questioned whether they would still be alive this long. In his wildest imagination, he would have never believed they would be in the situation he found himself in on this lovely morning.

DG had worked harder than he had thought possible. She had seen that all hostile parties throughout the O.Z. had worked out peace terms. That had actually been fairly easy because almost everyone in the Zone had united to help her overthrow her mother.

After taking the throne, DG had reorganized the government. It wasn't a democracy, the kind of government she said she came from. But there was a new Council of Ministers. The old council had been made up of pompous asses who had been more worried about their status than the advice they gave the Crown.

The new council was made up of representatives from all over the Realms. Even the faeries had eventually sent someone. What made the council so different was that the Queen listened to their advice. DG honestly cared so much for her people that she refused to make decisions until she had investigated all the ramifications of her choices. He truly believed that there had not been a more caring queen since the early days of the monarchy.

Her love and care was returned ten-fold to her from her people. He had never heard of a queen who was so popular with all the diverse groups that made up the Outer Zone.

Except some of the former palace employees. His lips curved in a gentle smile. The centuries old … what had she called it? … pomp and circumstance of the palace was gone. All three residences now ran like efficient households. There was a slight formality that was necessary to maintain the appearance of a monarchy. But there was no unnecessary ceremony just for the sake of ritual.

In her sleep, DG rolled closer to Cain as he sat reminiscing. His eyes misted. But the one thing she had sincerely wanted had been taken away from her a few weeks ago.

Since she had been thrown into a travel storm and dumped alone, confused and ill-prepared back into a homeland she could not remember, DG had been able to adjust to everything that had happened to her. The loss of her baby had been the only thing that had laid her low.

Immediately after the miscarriage, it had been necessary for Cain to force DG out of bed every morning. Gradually her inquisitive mind had latched onto first one problem and then another. Now she seemed almost her old self. Almost … but not quite.

Cain knew that his child-bride was gone forever. He had always known it would happen eventually. He just hated how abruptly it had been forced on her – first her parents' betrayal, then the assassination attempt and finally the miscarriage all in a year's time. He found he didn't mind the change as much as he had thought he would. The dichotomy of this developing woman was absolutely magical.

It never ceased to astonish him how she could chew out a minister, order something that was going to be unpopular to those he represented and then go to their suite so she could cry on Cain's shoulder because she had made people unhappy.

Every facet of her personality seemed to have a counterpoint. He smirked to himself. Except her love for him. That was one thing that he knew was singular and perfect.

He blinked. He saw her eyes were open and she was watching him.

"A penny for them," she said huskily.

"You know," he told her gently, his hand straying to play with her hair, "I've been keeping track every time you've said that to me. You owe me a platinum now."

She smiled, her eyes hazy with desire.

"Do you think we might be able to work out a barter?" she asked.

Shifting so he was lying beside her, his hand took hold of the top of the bedcovering. With a jerk, he uncovered her naked body. A slight shiver danced over her skin as it was exposed to the morning air. They moved together so he was loaning her his heat.

"Happy anniversary," he said as he kissed her gently.

Her eyes had closed during the kiss. Lazily her lids opened.

"Technically not until tonight," she murmured.

"I always was impulsive," he assured her with a raised eyebrow.

She laughed softly.

"Yeah, the first thing anyone thinks about with you is how impetuous you are," she answered.

The hand closest to his body began to move over his chest, the fingers playing with the golden curls there. Her other hand drifted to the back of his head, pulling his lips closer to hers.

The kiss was tender. Their lips played lovingly against each other. Languidly first one tongue then the other engaged in soft caresses.

DG felt a familiar warmth between her legs. When she felt his penis harden against her tender skin the warm sensation became hot liquid desire. She was the one that deepened the kiss but it was his hands that became demanding for the touch of her skin.

Fondling her back, he drew her closer. One hand slid over her ass to pull her firmly against his erection. Still moving slowly, their hands began stroking the parts of their partner that they knew brought the most pleasure.

Nuzzling her chin up out of his way, he let his lips roamed along the graceful curve of her neck. Her breathing hitched as she used her hand to guide his head lower. She let out a long, contented moan as she felt his tongue begin its sensual torture of her nipple.

His tongue leisurely flicked all around the dark tip, running gently over the turgid nub. His lips replaced the damp appendage as he feathered kisses gently around the hard nipple.

"Cain," she breathed.

He laughed and raised his head. Her eyes snapped open.

"An odd moment to revert to my surname," he commented.

She chuckled. "Old habits," her voice was slightly breathless.

He stared at her.

"Please, Wyatt," she smiled as she pleaded.

Without hesitation, he lowered his head and sucked on her excited breast. Her fingers convulsed tenderly in his hair. Her back arched slightly as if trying to get closer to the source of pleasure.

His fingers joined his mouth as he manipulated her bosom. Gradually, his nursing increased from tender to demanding. Her breathing was beginning to come in soft gasps. Her fingers where now holding his head tight against her chest.

He pulled his mouth away.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Are you sure?"

Her lips twisted.

"Check it out, Tin Man," she challenged.

She whimpered as a finger slid over her clit and then dipped into her center.

"So hot," he moaned, "so wet."

She pulled his mouth back to her tight nipple. Rocking his hand so it was rubbing her engorged clitoris, he fastened his mouth firmly over her puckered offering.

She called out his name as the combination of the nursing and his invading hand caused wave after wave of passionate heat to flow over her. Each one was more intense. Each one made her shove her pelvis harder against the instrument of her pleasure, her thigh muscles holding him exactly where she needed him.

Finally her muscles relaxed and he slowed his movements. The nursing became tender kisses again. He stroked her as she gently drifted down from her climax.

"Now you're ready for me," he growled softly.

Her lips turned to a smile as she felt him shift his weight between her legs. His lips met hers simultaneously as his hard shaft slid into her velvet chamber. His mouth swallowed her gasp of pleasure.

With strong deliberate strokes, he moved in and out of her pulsing center. Each stroke caused sensations of bliss as he rode her. Gradually his tempo increased as her little cries of ecstasy aroused him. He had pulled his head back so he could watch her as her face flushed. Her mouth was open, sucking in air and expelling expressions of satisfaction.

Her eyes rolled opened. She blinked once and then stared into his eyes. The hot, burning love he saw there was his undoing. With a strangled cry, he slammed into her again, pouring his seed in the hot chamber of her satiny depths.

He moved just enough that he was not crushing her as he lowered himself over her trembling body. They lay, their limbs intermingled, their breath coming in delicate pants. After a moment, fingers began to roam lightly over cooling skin.

Eventually, he rolled onto his back, dragging her tightly against him. She ended with her head on his chest. She turned her head so she could kiss his nipple lovingly. His hands roamed her body. She stretched her arm across his chest and pulled herself tighter against him.

He smiled. Yes, Wyatt Cain was extremely happy with the woman his wife was becoming.

The End