Untold

"Remind me again why this is important," Cain said, looking out the window of the Kansas farmhouse with skepticism.

"It's important because I miss not being her royal highness, Dorothy Gale, and this is the one place I knew I didn't have to be," DG said with a sigh. She waited for him to say something to the effect of, "But that's who you are," but he didn't. Instead there was silence, and a nod that told her things that, for the moment, must go unsaid.

For her sake he would endure this foreign way of life for a while.

Crackle

DG sat on the porch her fingers playing with peeling paint. "I really ought to fix this place up," she said, not really to Cain, not really to herself.

"We could if you want to," he offered. Fixing things he knew, and its familiarity would be comforting.

"Tomorrow," She said, "Come see." She patted the porch beside her, and he sat down. Her feet dangled over the edge, but his touched the ground. She leaned her head on his shoulder. "I'm making you miserable," she said.

"No," he answered honestly, his thumb flicking paint chips. She just broke his armor.

Whistle

In the heat of the summer sun they worked. They changed out boards that had worn out in the years since people lived there. DG went to the barn to get more boards and when she came back she was greeted by the sound of whistling. Looking around the side of the house she saw Cain, shirtless and sweating in the heat as he pulled up old boards. She didn't know the tune he was whistling, but she leaned up against the porch, the melody and his glistening muscles transfixing her. Blushing when he saw her watching him, she wolf-whistled.

Towel

The only bathroom in the farmhouse was on the ground floor, and DG had never been shy, so when she was finished with her bath she didn't think twice about wrapping up in a small towel and walking to her attic bedroom. As she made her way through the kitchen, Cain's looked up in shock. "Hi," she said, smiling unknowingly, "the tub's all yours."

Her glistening skin peeking out from the place the towel joined showed of supple curves reminded Cain of things he had so long been without. His shower was decidedly cold that day; his thoughts, decidedly hot.

Planetary

That night after supper, DG went up to her room and grabbed a blanket. Cain was sitting in the living room, reading a western that DG's robot father had left behind. She leaned over his shoulder and whispered, "Come see outside a little while." His skin prickled at her warm breath on his ear.

Outside she laid the blanket out, and pulled him down beside her. "The stars are different here," he stated the obvious. She nodded, and turned to him, kissing him. She had seen the look in his eyes earlier, known it. Tonight she would fulfill his need.