Part Four:
Night has a way of making things clearer in the morning. DG's night had been spent under the tutelage of Wyatt Cain. During the night he had played her body like a fine instrument.
Wyatt lay on the bed clad only his tight pants. His lips mated with hers. Each brush of his lips forced the burning in her to go higher. When his tongue joined in the assault, DG thought she would go up in flames. Each thrust of his tongue mimicked the action she wanted so desperately to feel next.
DG ran her hands over the muscular back of Wyatt. She traced the muscles and delighted in the groans of pleasure that escaped him when she drew her tongue along the cords of his neck. Her arms pulled him so he lay half over her.
DG's body tightened in anticipation as she felt Wyatt's muscular form press into her softer one. Boldly, she skimmed one hand down his side and to his ass. She dug her fingers in the taunt muscle and forced Wyatt closer to her body. In response, Wyatt began to move rhythmically against her.
She moaned as she felt his hands sweep across her breasts, holding the two white globes up to his lips like precious fruit. Her back arched forcing the arching tips up for his waiting mouth. The rest of the night dissolved into a sensation of feelings and desires for the two of them.
Morning came quickly for the sleeping princess. Her dreams during the night had left her restless. The entire night had been spent reveling in Wyatt's mastery of her body. But that was only half of the story. One minute she would be arching beneath Wyatt's talented tongue; the next she would be cowering on the floor hearing harsh words berating her very existence.
DG dragged herself to her bathroom. The effects of her restless night showed on her face. Shadows ghosted under her eyes making her blue eyes turn an even more brilliant shade of blue.
She would have to face Cain today. She couldn't avoid it. However, last night's confusion had given way to clarity in the light of day. While she loved Wyatt and wanted to be with him, she didn't think yesterday's advances were based on love.
Looking back, she couldn't discern any time that Cain had looked at her or treated her as would a man in love. Granted, her frame of reference was limited to her robot, Popster, and 60's lovin' father, but still, she had watched each man. While they didn't go for outright displays of affection, DG had learned that Pop always stroked Momster's back while she was cooking dinner. Her father, a still unknown to DG, could often be found leaning over and gently placing his hand on his wife's, giving her the quiet strength to make important decisions.
These were the expressions of love that DG wanted from Wyatt. The sex would be spectacular. There was a part of her that wanted to just take what Cain offered – a no-holds-barred sexual encounter guaranteed to satisfy any hormonal dreams that she had. But sex didn't stay up with you while you cried for your sister, or found ways to take away the pain when things got to be too much.
Now to convince her traitorous body to follow the logic of her mind. She could still taste Wyatt on her lips. She could feel his hands moving over her breasts. This was going to be hard. Damn hard.
How to handle this situation? Act like it never happened? Nah, too juvenile, and she wasn't that good of an actor. Have a calm rational conversation? Maybe. Let's see….
"Mr. Cain. Yesterday, we had an encounter that, while physically pleasing, should not be repeated. The reasons need not be discussed, but I am sure that we can put this incident behind us."
DG's head sank into her hands. Oh gods, that was even worse than ignoring the situation. Ms. Manners did not cover how to respond when the god of love wants you.
Just then a sharp rap sounded on her bedroom door. Time was up. Cain was here.
DG licked her lips and called out, "One minute, Mr. Cain." She then proceeded to quickly get dressed and turn herself into one proper Ozian princess. She then calmly walked over the door and turned the lock.
There, leaning across from the door, was Wyatt Cain. His blue eyes swept over her like twin blue flames. DG's pulse thundered. What would he do? She wasn't sure if she was strong enough to push him away if he kissed or caressed her again.
Her eyes widened surreptitiously as he pushed off the wall and moved towards her. As he reached her, Cain's eyes never left hers. DG's body disconnected from her brain. He came closer with his hand raised, ready to caress her bare shoulder. Her heart thundered in her chest. The shuddering movement of her breasts drew Cain's eyes from hers. Then he laid his warm large hand over her bare shoulder.
DG drew in a sharp breath and …. Nothing. Not one god damn spark. What the hell was this?
Cain looked quizzically at the young girl and she stared rather stupidly up at him.
"Princess, you all right? You seem a little out of it." This was NOT the voice of her would-be seducer. This was the voice of Wyatt Cain, royal bodyguard and former traipsing companion. Had she dreamed the whole affair yesterday?
"I am fine, Mr. Cain. Just still a little muzzy from sleep. Uhmm, how are you doing?" DG strove to be the picture of an innocent princess who had not been reduced to a quivering mass by the man before her.
Cain's mind was running a mile a minute. After yesterday's aborted seduction attempt and last night's thoughts, he had decided to change tactics toward his wayward princess. He didn't want her to draw away from him, but he had to get her to see him as more than just a friend and bodyguard. Dammit, he loved this woman.
His courtship of Adora had been relatively easy. They had met and sparks had instantly flown. Theirs was a passionate relationship based on mutual interests and desires. Wyatt had never felt unsure of how to approach his late wife, nor how to admit his love for her.
His feelings for DG were a different matter. At first, he had looked at DG as burden, someone to watch over. Then as their travels progressed through the OZ, he had begun to see different sides to her. Those first impressions gave way to admiration and respect for someone who had overcome great obstacles. He was also a little jealous that she was able to see beyond the hurtful events of the past and embrace the present and future.
It wasn't until he became DG's official bodyguard did his feelings begin a transformation. He denied his burgeoning feelings for the young princess, or downplayed them to himself. He had felt so slimy after the first romantic dream involving DG. He could barely look at any of the royal family after that relatively innocent dream.
However, as he was around DG more, he began to realize that DG was not like other girls her age. She had grown up on the Other Side. It made her older than her peers. Her maturity and understanding of life was comparable to someone several annuals older. Soon, Wyatt stopped seeing DG, the young princess, but DG, a woman who could hold her own. This was the woman that Wyatt loved and wanted.
"Mr Cain?" DG's voice interrupted his thoughts. "Hello, Earth to Cain. Come in please."
Cain mentally shook himself and looked at his beautiful princess. "Sorry princess, just trying to figure out what trouble you are going to get into today."
"What do you mean me? I haven't got into any trouble within the past 24 hours?" DG huffed as she crossed her arms.
Cain grinned slightly and said one word, "Spider."
The princess glared up at him. "It is not my fault you people have giant mutant spiders that threaten poor defenseless princesses. It was miracle that I survived."
"DG, it was smaller than your pinky, and you tried to get your body guard to shoot it." Cain smirked back.
"It was mutant, and since I am the princess, you should agree with me." DG flounced away from the silently laughing Tin Man.
Cain quickly caught up to DG and escorted her to breakfast. DG grinned up at Cain as he gently grasped her elbow to guide her down the hall. It had become tradition for the two to eat breakfast together and coordinate their schedules if possible.
At the table, Cain handed DG a cup of coffee perfectly sugared and with the perfect amount of cream. She in turn handed him a scone with raspberry jam, his favorite. Neither acknowledged the actions of the other. This was normal, routine even. However, to an outside observer, it would appear that the Tin Man and Princess were communicating through telepathy since not one word was spoken about needs or wishes.
DG couldn't wrap her mind around what was happening. Cain was acting "normal". What did that mean in regards to yesterday? Should she mention it? DG took a deep breath and turned towards Cain.
"Cain, about yesterday…:
Cain had figured this was coming. "DG, I meant what I said yesterday, and we need to discuss it, but this is not the place, too many ears."
DG nodded as she flicked her eyes around the empty room. While the room may have appeared empty, you never knew who was around.
Cain placed his hand over hers. "If you're done eating, we can take a walk and discuss it. I cleared my schedule and yours today so we could talk."
DG could feel the color leave her face at the prospect of spending the day with Wyatt. She was not facing Cain, the bodyguard. Now she was facing Wyatt, the man she loved, and who wanted her. She wet her lips, and replied, "I'm ready Wyatt."
Together they left the table and wandered outside towards to maze.
Okay, I am very nervous about this chapter. It didn't turn out the way I had originally thought it would, but oh well. I would appreciate if you have time, give me a heads up on what you think about the characters thoughts and such. Sorry for the lack of "Action" but it is coming (no pun intended). By the way, all mistakes are mine since I couldn't wait for my grammar technician to wake up and check it out.