A/N: so, by popular demand and because it will be fun to write … Cain and DG are about to get some serious action. This chapter is basically pure smuff (smut and fluff). But come on, what could be better?

Warning: this chapter is rated "M". Feel free to skip it knowing you won't miss any key plot points (the last lines will be re-capped in the next chapter).

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Wrapping her arms around his neck, she kissed him, gently at first, but then harder. She felt his hands slide around her waist and relaxed into them, allowing him to pull her closer. One hand slid underneath the shirt she was wearing and she could feel her bare skin searing where he touched her. He released her mouth and started to kiss her lightly along her jawline, dipping down to her neck.

"Wyatt," she groaned quietly.

He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around him, capturing his mouth once again with hers and delving into it, into his taste.

"I want more of you," she whispered, stopping for a moment.

"I want all of you," he replied huskily.

"Then take me," she replied, a small smile on her lips.

"Are you sure?"

She kissed him along his jaw and up to his ear, "Positive."

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DG had only ever had sex with one other person. His name was Danny Goodwin, and he was her first love. The summer she turned seventeen they started going out, and she'd lost her virginity to him on a blanket in the middle of the field next to the old barn under a star-studded sky. Everything about that night had been perfect. Her relationship with Danny had faded away a few months later, in that way so many first loves do when you realize it's only the beginning of things to come. DG could still remember coming home crying, and her mother telling her "you're just a girl DG, and he's just a boy. Someday you'll be a woman, and you'll meet the man who will complete your world. I promise darling."

Up until now, DG had never quite understood what her mother meant – the difference between a girl and a woman, a boy and a man. But it was all becoming clear to her now. Wyatt Cain was a man, and when she was with him she truly felt like a woman.

"What d'you say we take this upstairs?" Cain asked.

"Way ahead of you," she replied, taking his hand and leading him up to the bedroom.

The first rays of sun were just beginning to peek through the shades as Cain laid her down gently onto the bed.

"Ever made love in the morning before princess?" he asked, lazily unbuttoning her shirt as he trailed kisses down her neck.

"Never," she replied, "But there's a first time for everything isn't there?"

He smiled slightly and undid the last button.

"Now it's my turn," she whispered, rolling over on top of him, "you didn't think you'd deny me the pleasure of undressing you now did you Wyatt?"

"I wouldn't dream of it," he replied.

DG gave one last shrug out of his old shirt and let it slide off the bed. In nothing but her underwear, she set to work on his vest.

"You wear too many layers tin man," she remarked as she got the first one off and set to work on his shirt. He only laughed lightly, continuing to take her in with his eyes. This beautiful woman who loved him against all odds – how did he get so lucky?

DG leaned back and smiled at her handy work. Cain sat up and pulled his arms out of his sleeves, then wrapped his arms around her hungrily, covering her mouth in a searing kiss. Sliding her hands over his bare back, DG smiled against his mouth. The hard contours of his muscles, the smooth planes of his face, the musky scent she could only describe as him, everything about Wyatt Cain was perfect and masculine.

"What?" he asked, noticing her smile.

"Nothing" she replied, "it's just …." She eyed him for a moment before leaning in a kissing him again, "you're absolutely perfect."

Cain moved so that he was on top of her and began kissing lightly down her neck and across her chest, sliding his hands over her breasts and pinching her nipples until she gasped. He slid his tongue lazily down her abdomen and brought his hands down to her thighs, rubbing light circles along the soft skin and sliding down her underwear to find her, hot and ready for him.

DG gasped as she felt his fingers slide inside of her. His other hand reaching for her face and bringing her toward him for a kiss that was white hot with passion and want. She held onto him tightly, her fingers dug into his back as he worked at a rhythm that brought her to the edge of ecstasy and beyond.

"Oh God," she said, her voice a groan, her breathing ragged as she felt a final thrust, "Cain, oh God. Oh God."

Exhausted, she loosened her grip on him and sank back into the pillows. He laid back with her, fingers now tracing all over her body.

"And that," he said, unable to keep a smile on his face, "was just my finger."

DG laughed and rolled over onto her side to face him, "Well why don't we see what you can do with the rest of you?"

Cain quirked an eyebrow at her and she started to undo his belt buckle, pulling down his fly and waiting while he kicked off his boots. He pulled of his pants, but DG shook her head.

"Ah ah ah tin man," she said, her hands sliding down to his hips, "everything goes." With that, she pulled his boxers down as well. She ran her hands along him slowly, hot and hard.

"You said you wanted all of me," she whispered into his ear, her hand still moving along him easily, "Do you still mean that?"

"Yes," came his hoarse reply, "Yes."

"Then come and get me," she replied.

Cain rolled on top of her and she wrapped her legs around him, gasping as he entered her and feeling a sensation she hadn't in so long.

"Are you all right?" he asked, afraid he may have hurt her.

"Better than all right."

The motion of him thrusting into her was more than DG could have put into words, so she gave up on words and instead let herself go into feeling. Everything fell away, and it was just the two of them. Bodies intertwined, loving each other. Every movement was perfection, and every breath was heaven. She could feel Cain sinking deeper and harder as he let out a groan that she matched just seconds later.

"God," he whispered, "Oh DG."

Collapsing, he pulled her into his arms as their breathing ran ragged together.

"I love you," he whispered, finding her mouth and delivering a kiss, "and I don't know how it is you can love me, but I thank God you do."

"I'll always love you," she replied, "Always."

He turned and looked her in the eye, "You really do mean that don't you?"

She nodded, and Cain took a deep breath.

"DG, will you marry me?"

A/N: so, I've never actually written anything like this before, but I'm fresh off the first episode of tin man so I was feeling inspired. I hope it turned out okay! Reviews are welcome and always lovely.