DG was able to think past her raging libido as she came down off that amazing orgasm. It was as if her brain were working properly again. Was this the same weird disassociation Glitch dealt with? Well, without the sex drive of an alley cat in heat and on ten aphrodisiacs.

Alright, this was no place to have even a passing thought about Glitch.

As for the coming down from an explosive O…Well, some things far exceeded the imagination. I'm having trouble feeling my legs. She was still feeling little aftershocks spasming through her, clenching in her womb.

Past experience tended to flavor future expectations. Oh, her daydreams had certainly imagined Wyatt Cain would exceed the previous experiences she'd had. Every girl visualizes a perfect partner, usually something never actually achieved. After all, who can live up to a fantasy?

Admittedly, her past experiences hadn't set a very high bar. Her first time she was drunk off her ass. She remembered giving her consent, and some of the rest, but the back of a truck after a senior year kegger wasn't exactly the ideal. She'd tried again with the guy to get a clear memory of it, to somehow make it worth it. Eh. She should have stayed drunk.

The third time had been with a boyfriend who was going off to Afghanistan as civilian support to rebuild power stations. The whole 'it's a dangerous place, you never know what could happen…'. It had been nice. Not fireworks or earth moving, but pleasant enough. Until he told her the next day that she shouldn't wait for him. She broke two fingers when she clocked him. He lost a tooth and six weeks before deploying while his dislocated jaw healed.

So her mental version of Wyatt freaking Cain in bed had been that he'd know what the hell he was doing and actually do the job as good as her vibrator had. A girl was allowed to dream.

Now she was absolutely convinced he'd have blown her mind even without a curse. She never considered… well… oral sex… for herself. Who wants a guy looking there? Couldn't be pretty. A hundred smell jokes couldn't be wrong, right? The whole idea seemed humiliating.

I am an idiot, she admitted to herself. He can have as many blowjobs as he wants if he returns the favor like that.

Not that the idea of going down on him hadn't occurred to her before. It was something she'd actually like to try.

She decided she'd had WAY too many fantasies about Cain. And if he wasn't just trying to make this easy for her… he may have had an idea or two about her. This damned warped magic was ruining what could have been. Shattering it and so many possibilities with it. It took something that might have been wonderful grown out of time and turned it into doubts and reluctance, made it forced. It made this less somehow.

It tried to, anyway. Cain… no, Wyatt was really putting an effort into taking some of that back. She loved him all the more for it.

And as she knelt behind him, pressed to his back, pretty much all thoughts flew out the window as she looked over his shoulder to see him with his hand wrapped around his cock. Seeing him stroke himself was… guh.

While he was removing his soft, suede pants, she'd wanted to touch him, to feel him under her hands, to learn him as he'd been mapping her out. Okay, she also wanted to get a look at what he was packing. She'd pressed herself against the smooth muscle of his back and reached to stroke his chest, to feel the muscles under skin, to enjoy the texture of him. Only then did she see what he was doing.

"Holy shit, that's hot." She breathed in his ear. Damnit, did I say that out loud? Right, play it cool. Don't bang your head against a wall. Just keep doing what you're doing. Maybe he will as well.

Cain groaned and his head fell back, rubbing his cheek along hers. Hey, he'd shaved. He really is putting effort into this, to make this right.

"DG…" He breathed her name out in frustration. But was it good frustration or bad frustration?

Oh well, they were here. Dreams were shattered. Why not follow his lead and try to not let this Ostrich Perturbing thing ruin everything?

She gathered up her courage. She could do this. She faced the witch, faced being buried alive, nearly falling from a tower and, worst of all, a week without a shower or clean underwear. She could do this.

"Hey, don't stop on my account." She licked her bottom lip and just kept staring.

My, my, he was as big as she imagined. Nothing freakish, or scary, but enough to make a girls mouth, and other places, water.

The way the skin had moved over the hardness beneath as he'd stroked, the dark color of the shiny head, the slight spasm of the slit just starting to weep a bead of clear fluid, the sureness of the thick fingered hand he'd wrapped around himself, it was so incredibly erotic she actually had to force herself to breathe properly. She had the incredibly silly urge to get a paper and pencil and sketch that.

"I am stopping on your account, darlin'." His hand fell away and DG fought the urge to pout.

He'd turned his head and she felt him suckling on the lobe of her ear again, sending little sparks along her nerve endings. Damn… he had an amazing mouth.

DG turned her head away to press kisses along his shoulder, then stopped. "You told me you wanted to be here. That… that you felt for me before this thing."

Talking feelings with Cain was difficult. He'd said it, whether it was to make things easier for her or not. Thing was, in the six months they'd known each other, Cain had never lied to her. He might omit something, refuse outright to talk about something, or even say something that was wrong that he honestly believed was true at the time, but he didn't lie to her.

However; what if he made himself believe it? What if in his damn noble need to protect and take care of her, he convinced himself he felt romantic love to make it easier not just on her, but on himself as well? That wouldn't be lying, but it would lead to heartache.

She hoped, deep down at the core, that he really did feel for her. Not that the lack would stop this, but it could destroy their friendship and she could lose him. Please, please let it be real.

It was time to even the playing field with an honest confession, to let him know her truth. "Well… I've kinda been in love with you for a while now. It's not fair for me not to admit it."

She hoped she hadn't just put another nail in the coffin of their future.

Cain took the hand she had on his arm and brought it to his mouth, placing an open mouthed kiss on the palm, then on the pulse point on her wrist. For fairly innocuous places, they certainly sent that shivering tingle through her. Of course, now that she knew what that mouth could do…

"You don't have to…"

"I wanted to. I mean it. Been carrying a torch to the point my fingers are getting singed." Right now he was burning her up. The expanse of his back pressed so tightly to her front. He had to feel the tips of her breasts boring into him, because the press of his flesh was certainly keeping them tingling.

DG moved to press a kiss against the hollow of his neck and then lapped at the skin there. There was a faint tang of soap before the taste of his skin. She pulled her wrist from his hand and steeled herself for the boldness of her next move.

She reached over his arm and wrapped her fingers around his hardness, her fingers unable to meet by centimeters. He hissed and his head went back to fall against her shoulder. His wiry blond curls tickled her wrist. His flesh was so hot against her palm and fingers. He was heavy and solid in her hand, yet the skin felt like velvet, sliding , crinkling a bit with her movement. She stroked upwards once and he'd recaptured her wrist. Forced to pause, she stroked her thumb over that little bead, that had now become a weeping tear, spreading it over the dark, smooth tip of him.

"DG, I've been holding back for a while now. I don't think I can take any more of that. That's why I stopped." His voice was husky and low.

Of course. He'd been taking care of her, but had done nothing for himself.

And things were slowly starting to churn hotter in her again. The reprieve hadn't lasted very long. Of course this right here was a hell of a way to leave a girl wanting.

DG moved back and knelt near the middle of the bed. "Come on then, let's see if we can do anything about that."

Cain managed to crawl up on the bed after her.

She attacked his chest with her mouth. Inhaling the scent of him while feeling the muscle under her lips, the soft hair rubbing them. She found one male nipple and traced it with her tongue. Cain growled as he wrapped his arms around her and she could feel the vibration through her body. So she worked a bit harder.

She was coiling tighter and tighter again. Under her flesh lust surged like liquid lightning. Cain's very presence fed the fire.

His hands were on her again on tracing down her spine, the other cupping her breast. That seemed to feed a line directly to her womb. Oh God, she needed him again. It didn't help that she could feel his needy fullness between them, an aching promise along her abdomen.

His hand tangled in her hair and brought her head back up to kiss her again. Apparently, he liked to be in control. His kiss was dominant, full of passion and promise. His mouth made pledges without words, his tongue tracing sweetly along hers, meeting hers as she gave back. DG could taste his longing, his own desperation as his tastebuds shared with hers. She clung to him, needy and desperate. He was supporting her, holding her possessive and protective. She was safe in his arms.

Then he was laying her back on the bed while he knelt between her thighs. He pressed kisses along her throat, his fingers twining with hers as he rocked his hips against hers, trapping his hot length between them, rubbing along her cleft. He looked down at her.

"I don't think either of us can take any more." His statement was more than welcome to her ears. In fact it sent a delightful shiver down her spine as his fingers squeezed hers.

Her nerves were jittering and the butterflies, already fluttering in her stomach, swirled up a tornado. He'd made her come twice, but this was the big thing. It. The main event.

Some little spot in her head, a very tiny spot not completely consumed by his mouth at the base of her throat, at the commanding way he was holding her down with tenderly entwined hands, that annoying voice was at work. You're really going to have Cain inside you. The guy that makes your heart skip a beat. The man you love. Cain, your rock, your white knight, your fantasy in the flesh. He's right there on top of you. Naked. Impressively naked. Oh man, that big, gorgeous thing is going to push into you. Oh, and Cain, too.

Then the sensations pretty much drowned out that voice with the rushing in her ears.

He pulled away, releasing her hands, to kneel upright. "Come here." His hands were on her waist pulling her to him, sliding her rump up and over his powerful thighs.

DG tried to sit up, but Cain placed a hand on her stomach, then reached forward and stroked his hands down her body that was at once soothing and enflaming. His hands swept back up to cup her breasts, stroking across her nipples, teasing them so that invisible cord inside her sent sensation from her breasts to her womb. She felt herself tremble. "Stay there. Lay back. This way I can touch all of you."

But I can't touch you much, the little voice whined. The voice was shut up by the feel of Cain's callused hands running over her spread thighs now, stroking her, almost memorizing her by touch. She looked down her own body to where she was slanted up from the waist to where Wyatt Cain was looking down at her with ravenous eyes. She could feel his erection teasing against her cleft again.

Every cell in her body seemed alive, striving, yearning for the moment, hungering for it, SCREAMING for it. Her very soul seemed to cry out for him.

She felt his one hand sweep to the dip of her waist as his other guided himself to her. DG wrapped her legs around him and tried to pull herself up even as he arched forward. The delicious burn of stretching, of being filled only went so far. She whimpered when she realized he was gently rocking himself forward, inch by inch, his face a mask of concentration as he watched himself slowly advance into her body.

She was swallowing him up, taking him in, and accepting him as part of her.

Her body and mind were in agreement. This was torture. She wanted him all, now. She tightened her legs around him pulling harder.

She felt him invade deeper pressing her open in an exquisite burn with the action and his eyes shot up to meet hers. She saw Cain swallow hard. "You're not easing things any."

"Was I supposed to?" Her voice was rough, and she was surprised she could still string words together let alone think at all coherently.

She saw exasperation in Cain's darkened eyes. But she was something else. Passion, yes, hunger… but also something deeper. Love and tenderness.

At that moment she believed him. Believed that they would be alright, this wouldn't be an end but a beginning.

As she was at the cusp of that revelation Cain surged forward, filling her completely. The stretching friction was glorious. She was so close already; just the feel of his cock sliding deep into her, spreading her open, had her on the edge.

"God, Deeg. You're burning me alive." He groaned as he pulled back again. His neck and shoulder's showed the tension of strain. He was flushed, his own pale skin showing the heat of his blood and excitement.

"Wyatt, please. Just move."

She looked at him, her breath taken away by sensations but her heart tightening at the sight of Cain's passion tensed face. He was watching her, his attention flicking between watching their bodies join and capturing her eyes, reading her face.

She found she could reach his abdomen, feel the bunching of muscles there before the overwhelming, exquisite feel of him surging forward again. She could feel him completely, every detail, each ridge and vein of his shaft, she could feel his pulse within her. Her womb clenched and she curled up into him again.

One of his large hands was under her waist, the other splayed over her mound. He started to press down slightly as he filled her and she couldn't bite back a cry. In this position every thrust into her pushed him against her sweet spot, and that press increased the sensation.

"If you were any tighter it would hurt, sweetheart." He closed his eyes for a moment as he continued to move.

Her fingers found no purchase against his body, so she grabbed onto his thighs, just under her buttocks. She needed something to hold on to as she moved with him, seeking the same goal he was.

Her body tried to hold him in as he withdrew and seemed to sing each time he drove into her. Then his thumb pressed and angled her clit down, so that it skimmed over his shaft as he moved.

She heard herself making small hitching noises as she shook. She couldn't hold against this assault for long. It was impossible. She was spiraling out of control as each undulating snap of Cain's hips not only filled her so deliciously, but rippled agonizing pleasure along her bud.

She felt herself falling away as each deep surge drove her higher towards bliss.

Words seemed to have finally deserted both of them as the only sounds to fill the room were gasps, moans and little cries.

It didn't take long for her at all before searing flames leapt from her womanhood outward, jolting her muscles tense, throwing her into the storm. She cried out as her body clamped down, which only increased the stimulation as Cain continued to move for a moment before pausing to circle his thumb around her, drawing the sweet rapture out, keeping her whole body spasming around him. Her whole body seemed to repeatedly clench and draw in, draw him in. His invasion felt huge as her core bore down on him.

"I've got you, sweetheart." He bent over her to hook his arms under hers, pulling her up to straddle his lap, her body flush with his, both of them slippery with perspiration, panting hard with the exertion. His arms wrapped around her as she tried to regain some semblance of control over her body.

Cain's embrace was tender and sheltering. DG managed to wind her own arms limply over his shoulders. "Words gone. Brain gone." She muttered against his shoulder.

"You alright?" As he asked she noted he was rocking her, giving him continuing shallow thrusts. She was still seeing dark stars exploding behind her eyelids.

"Yeah." She managed to make her arms tighten round him. "Your turn."

She moved around enough to kiss him, her lips claiming his this time. They were such sexy, kissable lips.

Then they were moving again. She was doing her best to lift herself as his hand under her bottom urged, meeting his more and more erratic thrusts. It wasn't long before Cain stiffened in her arms and cried out as he spilled himself into her in strong, hot bursts.

She stroked his slick back with soothing caresses.

For the first time in over a day, DG felt her body mostly at rest. There was the sweet joy, the after tingles still running through her veins, but no consuming need.

"That was…" she couldn't find words. Her cheek was pressed against his slick shoulder.

"Yeah. It was."


A/N: Reviews are love. They inspire the muse to write more fic. Really. Ask any muse.