Disclaimer: See first story.
Author's Note: All right, so this is a short little interlude before the coming storm. A little fluff, a over excess of sugar and a little fun on DG's behalf. Hope you enjoy, there is a insulin injection next to you if at all necessary after reading.The Connecting Strands: Trials And Error
The first time was pure whimsy on DG's part. Waiting until the castle was asleep before she tip toed to Cain's room only to have a gun pointed in her face when she opened the door.
The second time happened because no one had objected to the last.
It was the third night that DG arrived to find Cain wide awake and waiting for her.
Maybe it was the way he waited, sitting as far from the bed as possible, hands threaded together that made DG uneasy. As if she were about to be sent back to her own bed like some disobedient child.
Cain looked tired, and something else that DG couldn't quite pin.
"What are we doing, kid?" He asked finally, breaking the silence that had fallen on the room since she walked in.
DG opened her mouth to answer but snapped it shut just as quick. She didn't have an answer. She wasn't even sure what had brought her here the last few nights.
It had been five months since they'd crossed that line from friends to something more. They had gone through alot together, discovered things at a snails pace that left them more comfortable with each other. But what DG saw glaring back at her behind Cain's steely eyes was the one line they had yet to cross.
Sneaking into his bed, falling asleep to the sound of his heartbeat against her ear. It had been an effort to have him close, even when she slept. She found peace there. But only now, faced with Cain's questioning did she see what it truly looked like.
"It's not sex." DG blurted out, eyes wide.
Cain blinked at the bluntness of her answer.
"It's not that I don't want to," DG added quickly, blushing." I…" Her eyes went heavenwards, trying to find the right answer. " I just feel safer…here."
DG winced, that had come out lame. Probably better to beat a retreat.
"Where are you running off to now?" Cain asked, confused.
"I'm trying to leave gracefully with what's left of my pride." DG offered glumly.
"I thought you just said you wanted to stay."
" Did you not hear what I said before that?" She asked.
Cain nodded. "It's not sex." He repeated casually and that phrase alone sounded freaking weird coming out of Cain's mouth.
He chuckled at her gape mouthed expression. "DG, if that's all I wanted from you we wouldn't be having this discussion right now. Believe you me."
DG felt a tingling start in her belly. But she tried to cover it up by raising an eyebrow in disbelief. "And if it was sex?"
The smirk on Cain's face made the tingling in her belly flare up a bit. "Be more then happy to oblige either way, Princess."
DG was suddenly aware that she was only wearing a night camisole and pants when Cain started to pull off his shirt.
' Damn the man!'
"Which side do you want?" Cain asked.
DG looked at Cain's single bed in a whole new light. She knew from the last two nights that it was only made to house one person, making it a tight squeeze for two.
"I hate you." She grumbled as she moved past him.
"It's what you get for climbing into someone else's bed at ungodly hours of the night." He retorted, smiling as he watched her climb to the inner side of his bed. It was hard not to be thankful for the image.
Cain sat on the bed next to her, bending down to capture her lips without a word. DG tensed beneath him, but his mouth pressed firmly against hers, insistent. And she relaxed, her hand coming to the back of his head to toy with his short blond hair. Letting him have his little revenge for those 'ungodly hours'.
Cain eased his body down beside her, pulling her close so as not to break the kiss. But he was careful, never letting the kiss get out of hand for either of their sake. The Queen and her Consort, still unknowing of the relationship between their daughter and her bodyguard, would no doubt kill Cain if it went anywhere beyond this kiss tonight.
And Cain wasn't blind, he knew DG wasn't ready for this yet.
DG's hands became adventurous and began to trail down Cain's chest before they were trapped there. Cain pulled away from the kiss to give her an accusatory look. DG blushed.
"Kid, as encouraging as that blush of yours is. I think it's time we actually got some sleep." Cain reasoned with a new tightness to his voice.
"Sounds good to me." DG said with a slight squeak and busied herself with getting under the covers as Cain got up to turn off the light.
When Cain got back into bed he found a warm body turning to curl against him almost instinctively. He welcomed it, pulling her close so he could rest his chin on her head. And in the rare peace of the night, it was the only place he wanted to be.
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On the fourth night, DG was woken by her sister's scream…Next Story: Title to be announced…
