A/N: I don't own the characters of Tin Man. And fair warning…here be smut! A little taste of it, at least (no pun intended). You've been warned! Thanks for reading.
Chapter 14
Cain sat on the edge of his bed gently turning each fragile page in the old book. It was written in the ancient's language, so he had no idea what it said. But the emblem on the inside cover was hard to miss. The emblem of the House of Gale. The same emblem that had been marked on DG's hand, a gift from her mother. He couldn't understand why, he just knew this book was important and the queen needed to see it. Perhaps she even knew what it was.
He had thought about simply giving the book to Jeb to take with him to Finaqua, but Cain felt an overwhelming need to keep this book safe…like it was a matter of life and death. He would only entrust himself to the task of taking it to the queen.
And seeing DG right now, holding her in his arms seemed the only answer to keeping him from losing his sanity completely…
Closing his eyes the image of the dead body in the tin suit appeared in the darkness. Cain breathed heavily, feeling the sweat form on his skin. Raising his hand to his forehead, he rubbed his temples in an attempt to erase the image. He chest grew tight and the walls began to feel like they were closing in on him. A familiar stench hit his nostrils…the stink of annuals being locked inside a confined place mixed with tarnished metal, the putrid smell of his own body wasting away while his mind deteriorated at constantly watching the brutal torture of his family being torn apart. Tears finally formed in his eyes and slid down his cheeks, and his body convulsed as he cried at the memories he thought he had buried in the past.
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DG opened her bedroom door and stepped inside, closing it behind her and leaning against it. She laughed to herself at the expression on Az's face after she made her swear to give her details in the morning. Az seemed appalled at first, but the mischievous grin that appeared soon after let DG know this would be too much fun. Maybe she could finally share her secret about her ability to talk to Cain with her magic…or maybe not.
Suddenly DG felt a tightness in her chest, and her breathing grow shallow. An overwhelming sadness engulfed her, and she felt tears stinging her eyes…yet she didn't know why. Her mind turned to Cain. Was she feeling his sadness?
Running to her window, she opened the glass pane and peered up at the stars. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on her beloved and tried to push the sadness away. It was difficult at first trying to reach him. Her mind was clouded with something she could not place, and her soul just seemed to be crying for him. She focused as much as she could on her light until finally she heard his sobs.
Wyatt?
Cain heard her voice and it washed over him like a comforting blanket. He sighed and laid back on his bed, the book falling to the floor with a thud. He didn't care. She was finally here with him, now when he felt like he needed her the most.
DG, I…
Wyatt? Are you all right? DG was growing concerned.
Cain took deep breaths, feeling the walls begin to push back.
Talk to me, DG. I just need to hear your voice.
DG frowned, wondering what was wrong. But she did as he asked.
You'll never guess what I just saw. Az and Glitch kissing in the corridor. They tried to deny it, of course, when I caught them in the act, but I assured them that it was a good thing and they didn't need to hide. I'm so glad Az is happy…I thought it would take forever for her to feel like herself again. And now she has love in her life…she can finally move forward.
Cain's breathing slowed as he concentrated on her voice. The tightness in his chest began to dissipate, and he felt himself calm.
I'm happy for them, he said in his mind.
DG paused, chewing on her bottom lip. Are you ok, Wyatt? I need to know.
Cain took a deep breath. I am now, sweetheart.
She smiled softly. What happened?
He thought about explaining the whole thing, but now was not the time. In Finaqua, he would tell them all, but now he only had a short time with his DG, and he didn't want to waste it on horrible memories and talk of dead bodies entombed in walls with ancient books.
Another time, sweetheart. Now is just about you and me.
DG closed her eyes and smiled, the warm breeze washing over her. Are you any closer to coming home to me?
Cain found himself smiling. He thought about telling her that he was coming to Finaqua in two days, but knowing DG the way he did, he was eager to surprise her. That and he knew that if he did tell her, she probably wouldn't shut up about it.
Soon, darlin'. Soon.
Good, because this is bordering on torture, you know Tin Man?
Cain chuckled and rolled to his side, tucking the pillow under his head.
What are you doing now, sweetheart?
DG leaned back on the pillows on her window seat. She stretched out her left leg while her right leg stayed bent at the knee. Her hands trailed up and lazily twirled in her dark hair.
Talking to you…and thinking of you. Wishing you were here with me now. I'm alone in my room, and when I'm alone in my room, I think of what it would be like if we were alone here together.
Cain gripped the pillow.
Don't start, kiddo.
DG giggled. Calling me kiddo won't make me stop.
Cain sighed, reluctantly giving in to his princess. All right…what would we be doing if we were there together?
DG felt her body suddenly come alive at his words. Was he seriously going to let her do this?
For starters, I'd kiss you long and slow before moving my lips down your neck. As I undo each button on your shirt I'd leave a kiss in its place along your chest. I would take your hand and place it on my leg, sliding it up my thigh as I straddle your waist until your fingers reach my…
DG! Cain shouted in his head, the tightness growing in his pants becoming too much to bear. You are right, this is bordering on torture. I can't do this…not while you're so far away.
DG frowned, frustrated. She kicked a pillow from the seat and sat up, pulling her knees to her chest.
Sorry, darlin', but you can kill a man with talk like that.
What, you've never had phone sex? No dirty talk in the boudoir?
Since I have no idea what that means, I'm going to say no, never have. Women here in the OZ, they don't…talk that way.
DG smirked. Lucky for me I grew up on the Other Side where a woman's greatest power is her ability to talk dirty..
Cain's eyes lit up. Really?
DG laughed out loud and shook her head. Oh Tin Man, wait until I get my hands on you. You're not going to know what hit you.
Cain grinned wickedly. That's what I'm afraid of…that I won't be able to handle you.
You can handle me any way you want, DG said seductively.
Cain closed his eyes and gripped his pillow tighter. I fully intend to, DG.
DG moaned and laid back down into her pillows, closing her eyes and letting her fingers trail down to her belly.
Cain, I need you so badly.
DG…
I can't stop, it's becoming too much…I need to feel you, here.
Raising her knee her skirt pooled around her waist as her hand dipped below, feeling the wetness forming at her center. Moving her panties aside, she delicately brushed her finger against her swollen folds. She gasped.
Cain lay there, wide-eyed at what he knew she was doing. He couldn't believe it. She was talking and acting like a Central City hoar, not the princess of the realm. Not the innocent ingénue she appeared to be. This was another side of her, one kept secret from everyone but him. And it was turning him on.
Where, baby…where do you feel me?
DG gasped again as another finger played against her. Here…I am so wet for you.
Cain squeezed his eyes closed as his hand roamed of its own accord to the swelling in his pants. He undid his zipper and dipped his hand inside, grabbing his erection. He growled low in his throat.
DG opened her eyes and stared up at the stars. Using her magic, she conjured up images of herself lying there, touching herself, her entire body reacting to the sound of his voice.
See me. Do you see me?
She forced those images through her light and to her Tin Man.
Cain closed his eyes. Suddenly he could see her, lying in the darkness on her window seat, her dress pulled up around her hips as her fingers rubbed against the dark curls at the apex of her thighs. His hand moved faster up and down his shaft as he watched her touch herself for him…no one else but him. She was his. A predatory growl erupted from his mouth and he gritted his teeth.
He saw her toss her head back, arch her back as her fingers dipped inside her body. She cried out.
Wyatt.
As he watched her behind his eyes he felt like he was there with her. His own fingers grew moist, as if it were his own delving deep inside her core, rubbing her moist center and bringing her closer to climax. He could feel the wetness on his fingers as they left moist trails along his erection while he continued to pump up and down.
DG…I'm going to…
He saw her smile, her tongue slowly running along her bottom lip. Her other hand moved up her bodice and pulled apart the lace ribbons, loosening the fabric and revealing more of her flesh.
So beautiful…Cain struggled to say in his mind. Mine…my DG…
Yours, Wyatt…forever…DG said, whimpering out loud. The sound echoed through Cain's ears as he squeezed himself once more and finally feeling the release he had been holding back for too long. He heard DG cry out, the images of her fading from behind his eyes. He opened his eyes frantically, desperate to still see her.
DG came with a force, so much so she was unable to keep her focus on the images she was sending to Cain. There connection remained, however.
That was…amazing, she said.
He grinned weakly. Imagine when it's the real thing.
DG felt it difficult to form words, the images of what more was to come sending sparks along her body once more.
Please, Wyatt. Please come back to me.
Cain sighed heavily. You make it hard to stay away, sweetheart. I will come back to you, when it's time. When my duties here are fulfilled. Once they are, and I come home to you…you'll never get rid of me.
DG smiled. I think I can manage that.
Cain rolled to his back and looked out the window into the night sky. She did it again, saved him from thoughts of death and revenge, from memories threatening to break him, breathing life into his shattering heart once more. She continued to save him, again and again with her love.
I love you, DG. More than you'll ever know.
DG stared up at the stars, suddenly feeling her body calm and her heart swell.
I love you, too.