Title: And Guest

Author: Strangelittleswirl

Characters: Cain, DG, Lavender Eyes, the Robo 'Rents

Pairing: Cain/DG

Rating: PG-13 for minor curse words and some naughty stuff

Summary: When DG returns to Reality for her friend's wedding, the new Head of the Royal Family's guard is the perfect choice to accompany her. Multichap fic.

Warning: I guess you shouldn't read if you haven't seen all three parts.

Disclaimer: It's routine by now, right? La la, was L. Frank Baum's, da di da, Sci Fi's adaption. Do be doo don't own, just play with. New characters are mine.

Word Count: 2,244


DG was glad she had Cain's arm to hang on to as they walked into the cocktail party; the heels she was wearing were stilettos and clinging to her companion kept her from wobbling.

"Just remember to breathe, honey." She looked up at the blonde man, and that was sort of hard, because really, he looked gorgeous and the last place she wanted to be was in a room with tons of people curious to see her.

Besides, none of these people were trying to kill her, court her, or bother her over legislative matters. They were here for Sarah's wedding, and they were old schoolmates.

Carly and Mona, with their respective dates, were sitting towards the left waving DG down frantically. Out of the three friends, she had the most fabric on her. But Carly was wooing her teacher, still, and Mona had worn what she wanted, covering it with a sheer sari. And Mona had boobs. DG had been jealous since sophomore year of high school.

"Hey guys. Everybody, this is Wyatt." Because the word 'Wyatt' and 'boyfriend' were not accurate together, but they made her want to dance around. In her underwear. With Wyatt in her room. "Wyatt these are the two girls that decided fraternizing with me was not potentially dangerous to their health, physical and mental, and the guys who got stuck tagging along with them."

Carly put a hand out to shake his. "Carly Parker, and it's a pleasure." Oh she was doing that stupid leaning thing. DG had been spot on with her boobs prediction. They were out in full force.

"Hi, Mr. Barneby! Am I ever getting that report on The Old Man and the Sea back?"

He sputtered into his glass of wine. Carly dropped Cain's hand and glared. DG continued to look innocent.

"Hey, I'm Mona Pattel. Don't try to shake my hand because my brother Isha will look up from his PSP and see it and then tell my parents," she said dully. Mona was actually eighteen now but had graduated at the same time as Carly and DG, and they had taken her under their wing instantly upon meeting. She was now at an Ivy League school on the east coast, interning somewhere that caused her phone line to be wire tapped, and not really enjoying life, since her cousin Vinay followed her like a second shadow. But not in the hot way DG had Cain.

Wyatt gave her a little wave and then pulled out DG's chair before sitting himself. DG struggled to move her seat closer to the table with little jumpy movements. Noticing, even while answering one of Mr. Barneby's questions, Wyatt leaned back casually and draped an arm over the back of DG's chair-and pushed it in as if it weighed nothing.

Sarah had called it a cocktail party, but it was really a buffet with booze. Carly was knocking them back while Mona looked on enviously, laughing loudly at anything their old math teacher said. Wyatt refused the drink, as did she. Maybe he was on duty, but she wanted to make sure that he couldn't blame any of her actions on alcohol.

There were the usual occupational questions. Wyatt handed them gracefully while acting like a dutiful boyfriend.

Sarah was an enigma of sorts; she had refused on all parts to allow for a real bachelorette party with male strippers or a night at a club, but instead decided that the four girls should go to a concert. Hell, not that DG complained, but there was just something off about that chick. It was probably the explanation for their easy friendship.

Then things sort of got heated.

It started easily enough, with small signs of affection on DG and Cain's parts equally: hand holding and then even a possessive knee grab under the table from DG that caused Wyatt to look sideways. And then Wyatt pulled her chair closer. He would occasionally eat something off of her plate, and then one of his arms seemed to take up permanent residence around her shoulder. Something about being around him made her feel as if she was imbibing instead of Carly.

"So are we excited about tonight?" asked Sarah when she came over and squatted between Mona and DG, who was currently getting chills from a certain gunman's fingers twirling a bit of her hair around his finger while discussing football with Barneby. How had he learned-Quite frankly DG could give a flying witch about where he had learned about it, as long as he kept touching her. When had she gotten so horny?

"I'd prefer it if you kept that between us, Sarah," Mona said, nervously, looking over at her brother. DG gave Sarah and Mona a small smile, and went around to Isha, showing him the God cheat for the game he was on. Big sacrifice right there. Cain's eyes were on her from across the table, and DG felt the room tilt a little.

When she sat back down, his arm took up it's customary spot and pulled her close. He must have noticed the little chill that ran up her spine from when he went to whisper in her ear, because he laughed, and a puff of hot air caused some of her loose hairs to stir. "Mind explaining about what happens tonight?"

She had some ideas, but knew what he meant. "Well, the girls and I were going to go to a concert."

"And what is that, Princess?"

She swallowed. "A bit like the Mystic Man's, but loud, and bigger, and really crowded. Very fun."

"Are you mad, Deij?"

Should have seen this coming. She hadn't even gotten to part about pushing your way through close bodies to be as close to the speakers as possible, or the part where you push the drunk guy away. "It's Sarah's last big hurrah as a single woman."

The others at the table were in a heated discussion of their high school football team's prospects of victory, and did not notice the two of them quarreling.

"As your bodyguard, I highly suggest not going."

"And as the girl who will never get the chance to have her own bachelorette party, I insist upon it," she snapped. Realizing how spoiled that had come out, she gave him an apologetic look. "Just let me ride in the limo with them, follow on the bike. I'll make sure I find you before we go in. And do not panic. You shouldn't even be there, these things are usually an all girl thing."

"Like the stag celebration, but for women?" When he saw how confused she looked, he elaborated. "The night before the wedding ceremony, the men go out and make sure the groom is ready to-What exactly will you be doing?"

She shrugged. "Dancing. Listening to music." Hopefully not explaining to security why the guy with the weird gun had knocked some drunk guy around.

He settled back in his chair, light blue eyes on her. "Fine. I'll follow on the bike. But if it's anything like what I think it is, you're coming back with me?"

She kissed him on the cheek. "The best, that's what you are, Watcher-mine."


"No. No. No" repeated Wyatt when he found her just inside the doors, looking panicked and feral. DG drew him farther into the crowd, even while he tried to resist.

"Please, Wyatt; this is my last chance," she cajoled. "After this Sarah will be having babies and settling into that whole phase of life where she tries to emulate Martha Stewart and having panic attacks when her leave centerpieces don't come out right, and Mona will be rebelling after years of sexual repression, and Carly will be, well, Carly. This is it. I'll be in the O.Z.. Dorothy knows when we will all be together again like this."

He looked liked he was sighing. Silently, she congratulated herself on picking out the leather blazer he was wearing. It made his shoulders (and everything else) look fantastic. "Fine. But I'm not leaving your side."

She half-assed explained it to her friends, really saying something nonsensical, and over the music, they pretended to understand why the hot Secret Service boyfriend came along.

Wyatt Cain looked incredibly awkward. DG stood on tiptoe and kissed him quickly before he could protest. "Relax."

"I can't dance, Deij," he said, but he was pretty busy looking down her shirt, which was a simple, low v-cut thing, so he did not really notice when she placed his hands on her hips until she really had done it.

"I can't either. This is just swaying. If I can do it without falling flat on my ass somehow, you can do it, too."

And then she turned around and he made an interesting noise.

Mona, who had snuck out after her brother had 'somehow' had something he was slightly allergic to and thereby guzzled down children's Benadryl like there was no tomorrow, grabbed some blonde haired guy that DG couldn't really see and was having a grand old time. Carly and Sarah were off in the crowd somewhere.

A guy pushed Cain from behind, and suddenly there wasn't that arm's length distance between them. The dark haired woman turned her head slightly.

"Okay?"

He swallowed heavily as he nodded, but then averted his eyes. Maybe she wasn't being that fair to him. She turned back around and gave him the most sparkling smile she could before mouthing 'thank you'.

Wyatt's eyes were dilated, and the darkness of them was beautiful, in a masculine sort of way. They settled their gaze on her lips, and he murmured something before claiming her mouth with his own.

DG had never really been into the whole 'grind against a guy and make out as much as possible with clothing on for as long as you can at a concert' thing, but the idea was sounding very nice at the moment. He nipped at her lower lip, at the same time he fully wrapped his arms around her waist, pressing her to him roughly and she gasped.

So this was French kissing.

DG was virginal only in the physical sense of the word, or so she thought. But the squick factor she had always associated with this aspect of kissing was quickly erased when Wyatt Cain slipped his tongue into her mouth, finding some little spot of nerve endings in there she didn't even know about and sliding his tongue against hers.

DG felt herself groan, because she couldn't hear it, and pressed herself closer. Cain made a similar noise that rumbled and she felt it in her own mouth.

This swaying and pressing and kissing thing wasn't cutting it, and it really was too hot in there, anyway. Before DG could even say a word, Wyatt rumbled in her ear the question, and her answer was a "Good Gale, yes!"

So still sort of clinging to each other, DG found Carly, because Mona was off somewhere (more power to the poor girl), and told her they were going to go, and she smirked and waved them off with a thumbs off.

The bike ride back to the hotel couldn't be over quick enough.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispered hoarsely into her ear before kissing right below it. She kicked the door shut with her foot.

DG didn't answer, because she knew he was correct in some ways.

"I. Said." He was kissing his way down her neck, punctuating each word with an open-mouthed kiss, and she felt herself start to tremble. "We shouldn't."

"I heard you," she managed out. "But I'm ignoring you. I can't think of a good reason I haven't already given at some point and I can't make it sound good, either. Logic is kinda fuzzy right now."

Her knees hit the back of the bed, and she brought him down with her; he covered her body with his, winding an arm around her waist. She had never really thought that this sort of thing would be enjoyable, what with the weight of someone on top of her. The girl had always pictured a bedspring poking into her back at some important moment and ruining it. She prayed this was a Posturepedic. With a shaking hand, she found where his shirt was tucked into his pants and forced her hand under and upward, gliding over warm, firm flesh with the lightest of hair. He groaned and recoiled, which was sort of awkward because she came with him. He had tucked in his shirt as if he had meant serious business.

"Stuck." DG applauded herself for still being able to form words. At all. And get them to pass by her lips without making them sound like a dead language.

He unbuttoned his shirt to get her hand out.

And that's when the door flew open.

Wyatt had rolled her over the side of the bed with him and pulled his gun on the two people groping in the doorway before DG could even reach for her discarded high heel as a makeshift weapon.

Mona looked up from kissing whoever the guy was in shock. And then the guy lifted his head. DG wasn't quite sure if she should laugh hysterically or dissolve into tears.

"Dad?"

"Jeb?"

DG groaned into Wyatt's chest. "Can my mom just appear in a bubble or something so we can get this over with?"

Notes: Vinay means good behavior and Isha means one who protects. :D