Author's Note

So not mine... but fun all the same. I'm not sure how much I'll get to post this weekend, so here's a little adult content to at least wet your whistle with... you've been warned. :)

Chapter Two

It was early, and the suns had not yet begun to rise over the waters of Finaqua. Only a handful of birds were twittering in the stillness of the morning, communicating in their own fashion their acknowledgment of the dawn's approach. These calls were quiet enough not to trouble the occupants of the summer palace, and those that were already awake were even more silent than the feathered heralds, and moved almost as ghosts about the halls, careful not to disturb their newly wed charges that had barely left their chambers for the past few weeks that they'd been in residence. Apart from these reclusive royals and the skeleton staff, the summer palace was empty, and so the peace of the early spring was barely touched by their small footprint. It was just as the ex-tin man and his bride preferred it – quiet, without any of the usual spectacle that one might expect from residing in such a place – and they nestled comfortably in their bed, which looked out over the mirror-like lake, looking every bit as serene as one might expect of those having had the pleasure of enjoying the laid back atmosphere of their vacation home for as long as they had. A breeze that had wafted lazily into their room from the open doors of the balcony shifted the gauzy material of the open curtains, and their soft rustling brought Wyatt instantly into waking. His eyes drifted down to the woman pressed against his chest. The covers had shifted during the night and were now only draped haphazardly over their bare legs, and this gave Wyatt an excellent view of Dorothy's pale body that was so warm against him.

His eyes gazed down on Dorothy as she slept against him, and he sighed in awe, "You're beautiful Dorothy," as he moved a stray lock of her hair out of her face, exposing her neck to him.

A small smile played at the edge of his mouth as he admired her naked body in the weak light of the early morning. She was petite and pale against his tan solid muscle, and her rounded hips and breasts fit perfectly in his hands. Wyatt's hands flexed over the body wrapped in his arms. DG's soft body was spooned against his, and the round of her backside rubbed innocently against his quickly hardening erection as she groaned in her sleep. Cain's nose rested against her pale neck and he inhaled deeply, smelling lavender and rainwater, and relishing her warmth against his face. When he kissed her neck gently in the dark, DG moaned lightly, pushing against him again and causing a low rumble to spill from his lips in acknowledgement.

Her near silent approval had goaded him on, and Wyatt's lips roamed further still, his tongue laving her skin hungrily. He drank her in like a parched man, unable to satiate his thirst for her. DG hummed in response, reaching her hand around to the back his head as he bent down to feed on her body, desperate to hold him to her skin. His hand that had rested on her hip began to move to her barely swollen abdomen. Her skin was soft, and the roughness of his fingers tickled her pleasantly. DG smiled in response, and her breathing became shallow as his fingers continued their exploration, moving past her mound to travel slowly to the soft folds between her thighs. As he rested his fingers here momentarily, he pressed gently and rubbed her in slow circles.

This was almost too much, and DG gasped as her legs spread wide and her foot moved to hook around Wyatt's calf. Wyatt took this opportunity to reach further down, entering her with one and then two fingers. He dipped his fingers into her wetness, testing her inner muscles and causing DG to growl with her own need, and having found DG ready, Cain moved to turn her prone on the bed. DG groaned quietly when he removed his hand from her, and her body heaved impatiently under him as he positioned himself over her. Cain smiled with male pride at her. I really am a lucky son of a bitch, he wondered to himself as he admired the smooth curves of the woman begging underneath him.

He could not wait any longer, he had to give in to DG's plea and the strain in his own extremities. Placing his knees on either side her legs, he lifted DG by her hip bones, guiding her towards him. He entered her slowly, relishing her tight body and the warm, silken dampness that enveloped him; groaning as he sank into her, and laying over her carefully, letting her feel some of his weight, but not enough to startle her. DG gasped as he moved over her, slowly at first. His pace was maddeningly slow, and DG wriggled again against him, desperate to have him deep inside of her.

"Please Wyatt," DG panted, "I won't break."

A low chuckle escaped Wyatt's lips in response to DG's request, and he reminded himself that although pregnant, DG was not made of glass, and his attempt to be gentle was probably enough to drive her insane. His slow movements were almost torturous to him as well, and as sweet as her body felt sheathing his, her plea was even more so, and the delicious sensations were even more pronounced when he began to strum within her. As his intensity grew, he grasped her hands in his, interlacing her fingers with his to create yet another connection with her and aid in force of his thrusts. He was now hitting his mark repeatedly, eliciting bright cries of approval from DG with each repeat. This was like a jolt of lightening to him, and Wyatt began to speed up, placing kisses on DG's neck and backside while he brought her ever closer to her breaking point. When she began to whimper, and her body tightened around him, his hands left hers and he sat up to hold her body to his as he plunged deeper into her body repeatedly to bring them both the rest of the way. Each thrust was more urgent, and he grunted heavily while DG fisted the sheets and her body writhed. She was being wracked by waves of exquisite pleasure with every thrust of Wyatt's pelvis against hers, and stars burst behind her eyelids, while climbing higher. As Wyatt thrust deeply into her again, she called out Wyatt's name in one shout as her body finally let go.

As DG found her peak and came tumbling down, her muscles contracted around Wyatt, squeezing him pleasurably. This was all encouragement Wyatt needed, and he let out a strangled grunt as he emptied himself into her body. His muscles twitched from the exertion, and he was still gasping for breath when his face fell between her shoulder blades, where a gentle kiss was placed before he withdrew and fell back onto the bed at his wife's side. He lay next to her, raggedly breathing, with a crooked smile on his face, and he watched idly as DG turned over to her side to face him, sighing contentedly as a satisfied smile settled in. Wyatt continued to study her as his breathing slowed and pulled her into his side. DG gratefully obliged, and draped her leg over his, her hand resting on his chest as she absently ran her fingers through the pale curly hairs there.

Wyatt ran his fingers along her backside and kissed the crown of her head, muttering deeply, "Good morning Princess."

DG hummed in response and nestled her face into his chest, faintly replying, "Hi Tin Man. That was some wake-up call."

DG tilted her head up towards Cain, and he smiled fondly at the sight of her eyes fluttering sleepily and her cheeks still flushed from their love making. Wyatt instantly decided that she was even more beautiful now than she had been before, and his heart clenched at the sight of her. He drew a ragged breath as he leaned down, feeling swarmed by affection, to place a heated kiss on the swollen lips that smiled up lovingly up at him.

DG forgot herself in Cain's kiss for a moment, but then suddenly broke the kiss and buried her face in his chest again, "I've got dragon breath, Cain!" Wyatt took her in both of his arms now, hugging her to him as he laughed at her embarrassment. DG looked back up at him, and she presented him with a frown in response to his bright laughter. In the face of Wyatt's brilliant smile, she could not hold the frown, and a smirked in return.

"DG, there isn't much you could do that would bother me. I love you," Wyatt laughed, while his fingers glanced the side of her face tenderly.

DG batted her eyes and looked down at Wyatt's chest, feeling a sudden flush that made her instantly bashful, and she murmured, "I love you too Wyatt."

Wyatt placed his hand gently under DG's chin and tilted her face upward so that she was forced to look into his eyes. He smiled warmly at his wife and placed a gentle kiss on her lower lip, his eyes glittering with a humor that disarmed her immediately. Her soft smile spread into a wide grin which infected Wyatt's already blissful state, and as she settled back into the crook of his arm, they shared a laugh at DG's expense. Wyatt's chest rose and fell as he sighed contentedly at the woman in his arms, and DG in turn was soothed by the bellows of his chest, and soon nestled back into a comfortable doze brought on by the afterglow that seemed to envelope her and invade her mood. As contented as he too was, Wyatt was awake, and he gazed lazily out at the lake outside their window to enjoy the slow steady rise of the suns and the now deep breathing of the princess. His mind wandered over the events of the past cycle in random order, pausing over their wedding, and replaying the slow hours of their vacation, and finally pausing on the slow approach of their daughter who nestled tightly against her mother's body and kicked at his hand forcefully. While the past few weeks had been blissfully quiet and had allowed Wyatt and DG the opportunity to capture some much-needed respite before the baby's arrival, it had done little to change Wyatt's habit of rising early. Wyatt had initially thought this would be a blessing, given what he had endured in the first cycles of Jeb's life. Now, armed with the knowledge that his new role might take him away from both DG and their daughter, he wished only for the ability to remain blissfully ignorant for a while longer, and soak up whatever time he could with his rapidly growing family. Apart from this, he still hadn't determined how to broach the topic with DG without destroying her hopes of retiring away from court-life, at least in the short term, and the thought of instigating an argument with her in her heightened emotional state made his stomach squirm uncomfortably.

DG could feel Wyatt's agitation growing as he fidgeted with the blanket and huffed quietly at the ceiling. She smiled against his chest and suckled at his nipple for before releasing it with a kiss, and she asked as turned over, "If you're getting up, could you bring me some coffee?"

Wyatt peered over at his wife, whose leisurely stretch left most of backside exposed, and the crooked smile returned, "Gods I really am one lucky bastard, aren't I." He muttered as he turned towards her.

His hand caressed her hip bone before he pulled her towards him, and he hummed at the feel of her skin, warm and soft under his fingertips. His unhurried exploration of her body made the space between DG's legs throb excitedly and groaned in false annoyance in response to the effect he had on her. Wyatt's smile turned wicked, and his hand moved from her hip and traveled up her waist with slowly, tickling DG as it glided up to her breast. When he grasped her softness in his hand, he leaned down to kiss her neck, starting from her exposed shoulder, and working slowly up to the place just behind her ear, delighting in the game they were playing. DG gasped and pushed against him, unable to maintain the rouse of being unaffected by his attentions and knowing she'd lost the match.

"Oh Wyatt, don't tease me," DG whined out at Wyatt as he peppered her neck with kisses. Wyatt chuckled low into her neck and kissed her once more. The swell of DG's posterior shoved against him as she continued, "Go you evil man, and don't come back without coffee."

Wyatt smiled and whispered against her ear, "I love you wife."

DG sighed now and whispered back, "I love you husband."

Wyatt gave her one final squeeze before his kissed her on the head and slid out of bed. As he pulled his sleep pants on, he watched DG as she slowly drifted back off to sleep; she was facing away from him, and her backside was exposed, the blanket only managing to cover her front and legs. Her long dark curls were splayed out behind her on Wyatt's pillow, and her bare shoulder rose and fell gently as she breathed deeply in her sleep. Wyatt sighed, already wanting to get back into bed with her, but the urge to follow his routines was hard to ignore. Not wanting to stray any longer, Wyatt strode to the door and crept out into their private sitting room, where the suns' rays were starting to peak into the windows ahead of him. The cheerful light cast a dusty glow on their breakfast table, where a ghostly patron had recently deposited their breakfast accoutrements, as well as a copy of the Central City Post and a letter addressed to DG on a small platter.

Wyatt did not bother to sit as he poured himself a cup of coffee, content to stand as he sipped his coffee and scaned the headlines of the newspaper folded in his hand. Wyatt seemed to be satisfied that nothing significant had happened yet while he was away from the city, not eager to cut his time short. I'm going to be busy enough as it is, once I take on this Seeker job, not to mention the hell DG is going to give me once she finds out about it, Wyatt grimaced as he finished scanning the paper. His eyes rested on the byline at the top of the page. It read simply, "Royal announcement scheduled a week from today: Her Majesty, Queen Lavender of the House of Gale will address the citizenry of the Outer Zone on the second annual anniversary of the double eclipse from the seat of the royal family, and heart of the realms, the Central City Royal Palace."

Wyatt sighed. Therein lay his other conundrum. Wyatt and DG both knew that in one week, Azkadellia would be officially named the heir apparent to the throne and would begin to shadow her mother in preparation for taking the throne, while Ambrose would be required to do something similar with the Prince Consort. It was already assumed that DG and Wyatt and would fulfill lesser tasks for the heir apparent and future Consort, but what was not readily known –by more than the select few who had been present in Wyatt's office before their wedding– was that this included some rather shady business in the Realm of the Unwanted. DG would undoubtedly interrogate Wyatt as to why it would be necessary for Wyatt to take on such a task, when he was already so visible, and was about to become even more so. For Wyatt, the answer was simple – his father-in-law had asked him to do it. Besides, no one else had amassed as many connections as both Wyatt and Ahamo had combined, and both were well versed in the ways of the underworld, so the choice of Wyatt as the next seeker was really only basic arithmetic. What wasn't so simple was explaining this to DG, who had had high hopes for relocating to more modest accommodations since their return from the Otherside. So far, Wyatt had managed to avoid the topic altogether, but as their vacation came closer to its inevitable end, he knew he'd have to admit the truth soon.

The window of time for hunting down Vizor was closing though, and the trail would grow cold sooner rather than later, Wyatt knew. So, he would not be able to wait much longer to tell DG about his assignment. He only hoped that he could convince her that it would be a simple task - one that would not take him away for too long and be mundane enough not to spark her sense of adventure.

She's not going to buy it, Tin Man, Wyatt grumbled internally, and shook his head.

He had stood around long enough, he reasoned, and poured himself and DG another cup of coffee. After adding copious amounts of cream and sugar to DG's and putting the paper and letter under his arm, he walked slowly back to their bedroom, now firmly determined to put himself in the line of DG's fire. Wyatt sighed as he reached the threshold of the room, and he moved silently on his bare feet across the thick rugs, closing the bedroom door most of the way with his foot as he moved towards DG's side of the bed, coffee in hand. When he set the cup down on her bedside table, DG hummed in her half-slumber.

Wyatt watched with mild humor as DG sat up to take the cup. In a fit of modesty, she covered her bare chest, stuffing the blanket under her arms. She inhaled the rich aroma of the coffee under her nose like a child in a candy store. Sensing his eyes on her, she glanced up sheepishly from her beverage and took the envelope from his waiting hands.

"Thank you," she murmured, pink suffusing her cheeks in embarrassment.

While Wyatt found DG's continued moments of shyness endearing, they also served to remind him of their age difference and his heart constricted at the thought. He had been savoring every moment with her, drinking her in like she was the last water he would have before entering a vast wasteland. He felt guilty knowing that he was keeping the truth of his assignment from her, and he had an unpleasant voice in the back of his head telling him that it there was a real danger lurking behind the recent appearances of the Sorceress' advisor. So, while he had already lived a lifetime, and did not fear for himself, he didn't want to face the possibility that he might leave DG alone before they had ever really begun their life together.

She could be a widow before our first anniversary and be left alone to raise our daughter all by herself. I'd be leaving behind another wife and child, his conscious needled him.

DG must have seen the guilt and worry in his eyes, because she stopped sipping her coffee and asked, "Wyatt, are you okay?"

Wyatt flashed her his brightest smile and lied. "I'm great Princess. Didn't you hear? I've got the most beautiful woman in the OZ so hot for me that she barely ever leaves my bed. Life is pretty wonderful right now." Wyatt leaned down and planted a soft kiss on DG's upturned lips. As he disengaged, he tried to ignore the skeptical side eye she gave him while he moved back to his side of the bed. DG watched him silently as he placed his cup and newspaper on his bedside table, and in one smooth motion, slid his pants off and turned to face her before getting back into bed. The pink in her face turned a darker shade a mauve at the heated stare he gave her as he stood exposed in front of her.

Touche Tin Man, you are pretty damn hot, DG thought involuntarily as she gazed at his muscular physique.

Wyatt smirked at her response, knowing he had won for the moment, and slid into bed next to her. Taking advantage of catching her off guard, he opened the paper and hid his eyes from hers, hoping to retain his upper ground until he could find the nerve to come clean.

DG chewed on her lower lip, pondering whether or not to corner Wyatt. She knew he was hiding something, but she wasn't sure that she was ready to push him. DG knew she was still learning the ropes of being married, and she second guessed her normally inquisitive nature in favor of a little patience. Besides, she reasoned, she'd always managed to break him down before. The first time being only a few minutes after meeting him. Certainly, she could do it now that they were married. DG decided instead to open her own form of news: letters from home. DG knew without even opening the envelope that it was a letter from Az, as she had written DG weekly since her departure from Central City. Az hadn't really bothered with the sorts of news found in Wyatt's paper, and her information had been on a more personal level, about goings on within the palace. The first time Wyatt had tried to show interest in his sister-in-law's correspondence, he had received a glowering stare followed by DG grumbling about "girl talk," so he had given it up as a lost cause. At this juncture, he was more interested in deflecting DG, so he remained silent, pretending to read his paper. He was surprised then, when DG jumped up to straddle his legs and pulled the newspaper down, forcing him to look at her.

"Wyatt!" She exclaimed, thrusting the letter at him.

"DG," he bellowed indignantly, scowling at her and attempting to fold the paper back into some semblance of how it had been. When he was done, he laid it to the side and took the letter from her with an annoyed huff.

DG folded her arms in front of her chest, waiting impatiently as he scanned the page. Most of the letter was inconsequential, mostly to do with pleasantries and updates on Azkadellia's pregnancy. Then, there was a passage that Wyatt was hard-pressed to not respond to. His eyebrows shot up as he read:

Ambrose recently told me about the rumors floating around the Realm of the Unwanted about Vizor. I am fairly certain he only told me to make me feel better, but I am relieved to know that Wyatt will be on the case soon. Apparently, Daddy wants Wyatt to join in on the family business, and he will be taking over as the Seeker. I am glad that he did not ask Ambrose – I love my husband, but I am a little afraid that he might forget himself, and I know he already his hands full as it is. All the new responsibilities are stretching him so much that I have caught him glitching once or twice already, especially when he is tired. Please thank Wyatt for me and tell him that I have been sleeping much better since I heard the news.

Wyatt's eyes slowly roamed up from the page and rested tentatively on DG's. DG plucked the page from his hands, frowning seriously at him.

"Deeg, I can explain," Wyatt hesitated, and was interrupted by an exuberant hug from his wife.

"Wyatt, this is the best wedding present ever!" DG exclaimed as frown melted and she threw her arms around his neck, planting an enthusiastic kiss on his mouth.

Wyatt gave in to the kiss and allowed his hands to rest on her hips before traveling to her backside to pull her closer to him. Then the uncomfortable squirm in his gut came back. He couldn't give her half-truths, he decided. Wyatt pulled back from the kiss and leaned his head back on the headboard, and stopped DG, "Deeg, I think we need to talk about this."

DG shook her head, "Damn straight, Tin Man, when do we leave? You know I hate being kooked up in Central City, tell me we don' have to go back there yet?"

Wyatt's hands rubbed DG's back lightly, and he replied hesitantly, "Dorothy, there's not going to be any we on this mission."

DG's frown was real now, and she pulled back to look more directly in his eyes, and she grumbled, "Out with it Wyatt, and there better not be any 'you're pregnant' excuses in there."

Wyatt sighed heavily, "DG, it's no excuse, and you know it. Besides, your father asked me to do this, and honestly I can't say no to him."

DG huffed, damn I hate it when he's right. A look in his eyes told her that he wasn't done confessing though, as the worry lines at the edges of his eyes hadn't relaxed, and he seemed to be holding his breath, like he was about to get shot, and she asked warily, "There's more, isn't there, Tin Man?"

Wyatt's eyes flickered for only a moment, and his jaw went into a firm set as he admitted in a deep rumble, "We're going to have to put off the move until I can nail down Vizor." DG scoffed loudly, and she began to remove herself from his lap in an angry huff. She might have been successful, except the Tin Man's arms quickly wrapped themselves around her waist, and they tightened when she attempted to move. Wyatt pulled her back to his chest and searched her eyes, speaking softly to get her attention, "Dorothy, please don't ask me to put you in harm's way again. I don't think I could bear losing you. Please promise to stay with the family until we can get this straightened out. It will be safer for you and the baby."

The frustration in DG's eyes melted in the face of Wyatt's searching eyes, and she relaxed against him, allowing him to pull her mouth down to his. If she was being completely honest, she might have admitted that pregnancy had left her feeling unusually vulnerable and questioning her continued role in important matters. Wyatt's honest plea for her safety exposed his own vulnerability, and relaxed her to the point of compliance, with the realization that he was right in every way. Just as his emotional openness had relaxed her mind, so too did his soft kisses melt away the remaining vestiges of her physical defenses, and as his tongue begged entrance, DG's mouth opened and welcomed him with a small whimper. DG broke their tongues' urgent dance with a gasp as Wyatt's hands roamed, and he tickled her sides with a gentle brush of his fingers. Wyatt moved to laving DG's neck and then her collarbone, and the sensation brought on by his hands and tongue sent waves of arousal through DG's center, and her pelvis rocked against him. She was even more encouraged by the hardening she felt there with every turn of her hips, and her lips curled seductively when Wyatt growled in response, getting more and more insistent for her body against his.

DG's mind clicked at that moment, and she realized that Wyatt was trying to win one of their first disagreements as a married couple. Oh no, mister, there's no way you're winning this one, she thought as she pulled back and pushed him against the headboard. Wyatt was shocked, not expecting DG to break away. DG smirked at the momentary look of hurt in his eyes, and she leaned over him to kiss him slowly, breaking away to slide down his body at a maddeningly slow pace, leaving open mouthed kisses on his neck, his nipples, and his abdomen. As she traveled closer to his pelvis, simultaneously slithering down his legs, breasts brushing against him, he groaned.

"Promise me, Wyatt." DG spoke quietly, but with force.

Wyatt's voice waivered as he asked in a breathy whisper, "What?"

DG paused for effect, blowing gently on him before taking the tip of him in her mouth and rubbing her tongue generously around the opening. She stopped suddenly and looked back up at him. His eyes were flaring, and he was breathing raggedly. "Promise me that you won't do anything stupid and dangerous," DG responded. Then she ducked back down, and took him into her mouth completely, sucking on him as her lips moved slowly down. As she came back up, her tongue traveled up the base of him, and he gasped in reply. She kissed his tip, and continued, "Promise me that you'll come home to me as soon as possible." She repeated the trip once more, this time with even more relish, and she paused once more to add, "And promise me that we'll go home when this is over."

Wyatt was losing control, and he didn't care anymore. She'd won. "Oh Gods, yes, I promise. Just don't stop," he panted, fisting the sheets on either side of DG's head.

DG continued to take him, savoring his hardness and the control that she had over him while Wyatt's hands moved from the bedsheets to DG's shoulders as she continued her slow trip up and down his length. He rubbed and squeezed her shoulders as she moved, his breath becoming more and more shaky. He could feel the pressure building up to a point that he could barely contain himself and decided that he'd had enough. He wanted her, but he also wanted her to know that he had let her win the first round of their disagreement. She squeaked in surprise when his hands grabbed her under her arms and pulled her on top of him. When she smiled a sly feminine smile at him, he growled hungrily at her, kissing her fiercely while rolling them so that he was over her.

Wyatt was completely undone now, having let his desire take control, and DG was the object of that need. As Wyatt fed hungrily at DG's neck, he growled into the gentle curve at the base of her collar, "Don't think I don't know what you're doing Princess."

DG whimpered as Wyatt's teeth grazed her skin. Trying miserably to sound innocent, DG breathed out, "I don't know what you mean, Seeker."

Wyatt scoffed in annoyance before dipping down to her breast, causing DG to moan as he suckled her hungrily. DG's back arched to push against him, and he moved to her other breast, intentionally prolonging her torture. DG was becoming almost as senseless, and Wyatt's lips curled with satisfaction. Wyatt gazed down on DG for a moment, taken with her body writhing underneath him. Her eyes were closed, and her mouth open in a breathless pant, and before she could register that he had moved, he parted her legs. His hands, once resting on her knees, slid down the insides of her thighs, and he dragged his nails along her skin so softly that the sensation elicited whimpers of barely contained arousal from the princess. When he reached the juncture of her thighs, her eyes fluttered at him in curiosity, and when he tested her with his fingers, gliding them around her opening, she closed them once more and moaned.

As his fingers circled her soft opening, Wyatt spoke firmly, "You may have won the battle, but I'm going to win the war." His index and middle fingers then plunged into her softness. She was wet and whimpered his name as he sawed slowly in and out of her, priming her body. When she started to push into his hand, he knew she was ready, and groaned to hold back his growing urge to take her.

DG seemed to sense his agitation, and a small smile formed on her visage. In response to Wyatt's challenge, and she shook her head, humming teasingly, "uh-uh."

Wyatt quipped an eyebrow, pulling out of her. "Is that how you want to play this, Mrs. Cain?" Wyatt's hands held DG's hips as he waited for a response. DG bit her bottom lip to try and stem the wicked smile threatening to break through. Her eyes sparkled with humor as she gazed up into Wyatt's and she nodded at him and hummed in affirmation. Wyatt smirked; his eyes dark with desire.

"Okay Dorothy," he growled, plunging roughly into her.

DG gasped with surprise. Although the action was almost violent in force, it was pleasurable, and DG grasped Wyatt's shoulders, begging him to go again. Wyatt removed DG's hands from his shoulders and pulled them over her head, holding them there as he thrust into her with repeated ferocity. A satisfied smile graced his face as he looked down on her. She was arching underneath him, begging him.

"Please don't stop Wyatt," she muttered between quickening breaths.

Wyatt leaned down close to her ear and whispered, "Promise me that you'll stay with your family and out of the realm, Dorothy."

DG gasped, "oh yes, please Wyatt."

Wyatt continued to make love to her, whispering into her neck, "I need to know that you'll be waiting for me in our bed, Dorothy."

DG nodded, abandoning her control. Wyatt's thrusts against DG increased in speed, and they moved against each other as if in a primal dance, with DG's moans spurred him on, and Wyatt feasting on DG's body as he made love to her. DG's limbs climbed Wyatt's thighs and shoulders as she reached closer to her climax.

"That's it, Dorothy, come with me," Wyatt murmured in DG's ear. Her walls were squeezing him, and Wyatt suddenly wanted her eyes on him. "Dorothy, look at me," He commanded quietly.

DG's eyes fluttered open as she continued to pant.

"Dorothy, I love you," Wyatt spoke quietly as he continued to thrust urgently.

"Oh, oh Wyatt, I love you too," DG whimpered. At that moment, she squeezed him tightly and her eyes fell shut again, arching into him with a shaky gasp of pleasure.

It was only another moment before Wyatt felt his own sweet release. His body clenched as he released into Dorothy, thrusting one final time. Utterly spent, he collapsed next to her on the bed. Wyatt pulled DG close to him, issuing a promise to the crown of her head, "Dorothy, I promise you. I will come home as quick and as often as my shoes can carry me. I don't want to be away from you more than I have to. I love you."

DG mumbled against his chest, "Shoes need to move fast, Wyatt. I want you in our bed every night."

DG kissed Wyatt ardently, and ran her fingers through the faint curls on Wyatt's chest before settling back down. She hummed pleasantly as she snuggled closer to him, drifting off quickly, and Wyatt sighed contentedly, enjoying the weight of DG against him. They began to breathe deeply together, now completely giving in to their need for rest. As they slept, the suns continued their march upward into the sky. Neither would rouse again until nearly midday, and only to satisfy their need of sustenance. They would only have another few days in Finaqua, and they relished any opportunity they could get to be wrapped up in each other, both knowing that soon, they would be separated by another twist in their shared journey down the old road.