Cain had gotten up off the bed, to DG's protests, gone into the bathroom, returning with a washcloth. He gently cleaned DG with the warm nubby cloth, making sure he got everything. Her color rose again and her renewed blush was charming.
"I can do that, you know." She was biting her bottom lip once more. Making him want to suck that little morsel of flesh into his mouth and soothe it with his tongue.
"I've already seen and touched everything, Deeg. I happen to like seeing and touching you. You better not be thinking once this curse is gone this is gonna stop." He began to clean himself up, feeling a tiny stir as he watched her watch him. Unfortunately, he wasn't that good. He was only human and needed a little recovery time.
He tossed the cloth he returned to the bed, gathering DG into his arms, happy to see her pliant, not resisting. "Now that I've given in and felt you under me, around me… there's no looking back. I'm going to want more."
"So this is all about what you want then?" DG's hand wrapped around his bicep, but she wasn't pulling or pushing away. Mixed signals, trod carefully.
"Of course not." He placed his fingertips under her chin and tilted her head back to make her look at him. "Do you want to try and go back to being friends… or for me to leave?" He felt himself holding his breath.
"Of course not. I'm just worried." Her eyes expressed that fear. "Is this real? Is this you convincing yourself for honor's sake? I want to know this isn't some delusion."
"It's real." He made his conviction infuse his tone. "I'm not certain of a lot of thing, DG, but I'm certain of this. It does make me nervous, but it's as true as it gets."
They lay side by side. Their hands tracing idle patterns, exploring lazily while calming each other after what they'd just experienced, and their own worries.
Cain had to admit, this kind of moment hadn't entered his mind when he prepared himself to give in to this thing, this gentle afterglow.
It was tender, sensual and undemanding. DG's fingertips were tracing along scars, the lines of muscle, her gaze following the path, trying not to look him in the eye yet. She was a bit timid now, when the awkwardness always set in after a couple's first time together. That was expected even under normal circumstances.
His own fingers traced along the faint path of a vein in her arm as he inhaled the scent of her, of them together.
"You know this is a lull. That we have to do this until I… I get pregnant." Her unsteady voice was soft.
He couldn't stop his wandering hand from moving down to brush over her abdomen. Even now his seed would be racing to attempt to fulfill its purpose.
"Yeah. The zipperhead and Raw were sure to spell everything out. Do you think I mind? That I wouldn't want to repeat this? This isn't a one time thing, darlin'."
There was a hollow ache in his chest. When this was over, she would be pregnant and she was going to have to make a decision. One he had no real say in.
He felt sick, that someone, a tiny piece of the witch they had thought gone, had done this to her.
"What do you want to do?" DG looked at him, uncertainty and a bit of fear in her eyes. "I mean… about this pregnant thing."
Cain closed his eyes and felt his heart clench. She at least wanted his input.
"I'll stand beside whatever you decide. This is more than just you and me, darlin'. This has a whole lot of complicated with it." He held her carefully.
"You're not looking me in the eyes, Cain. This will be more than just you and me. It'll be about a baby. Not about politics or policy. I don't give a rat's ass about anyone else's opinions." She pushed on his shoulders so she could see his eyes. Hers were intense.
"Sounds like you've already made a decision, then." Cain felt a bit of tension leave him.
"You get a say," she insisted.
"I think you'll be a great mother. You already know how to get into every type of trouble there is, so you can head a kid off at the pass."
DG lightly smacked his arm, but she was smiling.
"Look at us. This kid hasn't even been conceived yet, and we're making plans." Her eyes took a far off look.
"We'll muddle through. We always seem to. So far the results haven't been too bad." Cain brushed her cheek with his fingertips, pulling her back to the here and now.
"Cain, I got turned into a raving nymphomaniac. The only cure is getting knocked up. I would say the results leave a lot to be desired."
Cain chuckled and her eyes widened and then narrowed as she realized the turn of phrase she had used.
"Don't know. From this angle I'm not complaining." He captured the softness of her breast. Feeling the warm, weight of it.
"You wouldn't be here if it weren't for this curse." Her eyes were serious and sad.
"You're right." He said the words carefully. "It would have taken a lot more time. Maybe I'd have missed my chance in the meantime. It was a hard shove, sweetheart, but it was in the direction we were already walking." He gave her the full force of his conviction through his eyes. He meant every word.
"So you think we'd eventually be discussing babies while lying in bed after great sex?" DG traced a pattern on his chest.
"I don't know, the lying in bed after great sex part was a very strong possibility." He shivered at her touch. It was gentle, but more, it was loving. He'd been without touch for a long time. He'd almost convinced himself he didn't need the skin to skin contact.
"So you had it all planned out then?" She gave him a skeptical look.
"Not consciously. I pushed it all away, buried it because I wasn't ready to face the truth. But it was under there. Just waiting for the right time." He had to be honest. If he dressed it up she might not believe what he felt was real.
"And this wasn't it." She looked away again.
"Is now. That's what matters."
"I'm gonna let Glitch and Raw explain this to my parents. Since they felt the need to run off their mouths. It's only fitting." DG tucked her head under Cain's chin.
DG closed her eyes and then pressed her face into the middle of his chest. "Crap. I forgot that those two were downstairs. They not only knew what we're doing but… Oh man, the rooming house lady had to have heard. They all did."
He chuckled and tilted her head up to press a kiss to her brow. "Raw took her out under the pretense of needing her to guide him to some supply stores and getting the ingredients for a special dinner. Glitch is playing guard, outside."
It seemed to relax her a bit more. He decided against telling her that, due to the effects of her curse, she had lost control of her magic and they were all completely recognizable. The innkeeper was beside herself that she had the Princess under her roof, and that she was sick.
"This is the biggest bedroom, Deeg. That's why you got it. The biggest room in places like this tend to be used for honeymoons. There's often insulation or, if the place can afford it, spells, to keep the other guests from being too disturbed."
"You say the sweetest things." Her big eyes were meeting his at last.
He just chuckled.
"Try to get some sleep for now. You should have at least a couple of hours of peace." He pulled her close, tucking her against his body.
He managed to doze once DG managed to fall into sleep. It was surprisingly easy to sleep alongside someone again. That wasn't a problem at all. For all his need to snap awake when danger was near, his subconscious also seemed to recognize safe sounds and movement.
He woke to her soft whimpers. She was pressed against his side, her arm across his ribs. It felt like at least a few hours had passed. She was still asleep but it was starting to build again.
Cain turned on his side and buried his face in the tousled darkness of her hair, cool and silken against his skin. It had dried as they slept and smelled of apple shampoo,
She made another sound, a soft mew that shot through him. The exact same sound she made when his tongue played along the crease where her leg joined her abdomen. He felt his own longing rising up. His chest ached. The breath left his lungs in a surge of air, stolen away.
His hand stroked down her side, the soft warmth of her naked skin tingling up his fingertips and somehow lodging a weight somewhere below his throat. Still sleeping, she moaned at his touch.
His eyes filled with both emotion and longing as he looked at her sleeping face, the little 'I want' line forming between her brows. She was beautiful and so young. He didn't consider himself old, but she was innocent to the full array of the evils people held within them. He'd seen so much, even before the resistance. It wasn't the years, it was the mileage.
But she was his now. Had been from the moment her soft, wet nether lips had almost clung to his finger tips when he first touched her. He knew if he gave in that it would be like this. He'd always been protective and possessive. He'd never let her go now. He'd fight to keep her, even if it ended up that it was her he fought. Her doubts and fears were something he was prepared to go up against.
He never could let go easily. Loving DG wasn't letting go of Adora. There was always room for more.
The kind of woman Adora was, he knew she'd understand. She would have liked DG.
Not many men were lucky enough to find love a second time. He wasn't sure what he had done to deserve this. He didn't care. He was here now. There was a rightness to it that went to the marrow.
DG was his to love, to touch and taste and watch in the throes of passion, and hold in the harrows of grief.
They were going to go through with this, have this child. He certainly didn't intend for it to be born out of wedlock. It just wasn't right.
In her sleep DG chewed lightly on her lip. He wanted to trace the spot with his tongue. He wanted to feel those lips wrapped around him. He felt himself stirring at the idea. That sweet, hot mouth taking him in…
But this wasn't the time for that. It wouldn't end the curse to have him spend himself in her mouth, or on her creamy skin. It was something to be explored later.
Cain's hand moved to stroke down her back, lingering on that spot close to the spine, just above the curve of her ass. Her breath hitched. He was learning the map of DG.
Her eyes fluttered open.
"Hey there, princess." He felt the corner of his mouth curl up a bit.
"Hey." She seemed trapped by his gaze, her eyes drawn to his.
"You okay?" His arched brow indicated he already knew the answer.
"I'm fine." She insisted, her eyes still locked with his. "A little um… but that could just be the fact that there's a gorgeous, naked man wrapped around me with his hand on my ass."
"Ah. Some ego stroking." He felt the chuckle rumble in his chest.
"Not all I could be stroking." He gasped at her hot little hand wrapped around him, her thumb circling the tip of his half hard shaft, sending the blood thundering to rectify the slight, making him grow in her grip, only adding to the pleasure. She eased on the pressure until she was stroking feather light, her palm ghosting over him.
How she could move from shy to temptress was amazing. Was it a trait of her own? It had to be, as she was hardly too far gone into the curse this time.
DG's nipples had pebbled and were pushing into his chest. Weaving his fingers into the silk of her hair his mouth claimed hers once again. He couldn't even think beyond the succulent taste and hot glory of her mouth and the sweet slide of her hand.
Then there was the enticing feel of her smooth legs tangled with his.
Cain rolled onto his back, dragging her with him. He immediately mourned the loss of her hand as her palm moved up to his ribcage to brace herself. Tearing her mouth away from his she looked down at him with passion-glazed eyes while her hair tickled his cheeks.
"You're feeling a little… um?" He felt her panting breath on his face and found himself opening his mouth just a bit to breath in the same air, from her lungs to his.
"Now it's very …um." DG started kissing his neck, running her searing tongue over tendon and then peppered fiery kisses across his chest.
Everything she was doing went straight to his cock. He felt himself start to breathe faster as his skin seemed to take on the kind of sensitivity only pleasure or pain could draw out.
Her mouth found one of his own nipples and he let out a soft moan. He felt her giggle, more than heard it before there was a slight nip.
"You're a dangerous woman." He gasped out.
She abandoned her play. "Don't you forget it, either."
"Not likely."
He had to stop her as her agonizingly hot kisses made it to his waist. If she went to where he so desperately wanted her to go, it would be over.
She mewed softly with obvious disappointment and his hardness twitched.
DG took him in hand again and moved to straddle him.
"Anyone ever tell you patience is a virtue?" He watched her breasts jiggle and felt his mouth water.
"Not feeling too virtuous right now." She smirked and lowered herself down. "In fact, I'm feeling downright sinful."
He cried out as he pressed into an inconceivably soft, wet paradise. It was more than the raw physicality of it searing nerve endings. It was the dreadful vulnerability of raw emotion as well. This was DG. HIS DG. He wanted her, needed her as much as breath or blood. The truth of how deep it ran twisted around the overwhelming sensations of her gripping him so tight he ached.
His hands went to her waist, stilling her. He had to catch his breath.
She didn't hold still for long. Her thighs flexed against his hips and she rose up and lowered herself back down. His hands slid up to cup her breasts, soft and smooth with such pretty pink nipples all engorged and begging for his touch, his mouth. His mouth couldn't reach them right then, but his fingers could. He flicked them and he felt her loose her rhythm. A light pull and she mewled.
One of her hands moved to cover one of his, holding his palm against her breast, pressing into his hand. The other was bracing herself on his ribs. Her head was thrown back with pleasure, exposing the column of her throat.
She was so drenched with juices that he could feel them seeping down his shaft, over his sac. Tight as she was, furnace hot, she was just as slick. He looked down at where they were joined, watching himself disappear into her again and again, dark curls weaving with light then himself appearing, covered with her glistening cream, as she rose up. He struggled to keep himself from just bursting with the agony and the ecstasy of it. Her wet little pearl was engorged and red, crying out for attention.
He stroked his hand down her side and through the glistening, soft hair barely covering her delicious mound. His thumb moved to circle her and she whimpered.
That sound was the most amazing music. So he did it again. DG's body was shining with sweat and moving with desperation. She was close.
With a scream she came in a hot, clenching gush around him. The feel of her vice-like grip on him, rippling in pulsing waves had him teetering on the edge. His balls tightened. His fingers gripped her hip and he feared he'd leave bruises.
With his own cry he rolled them over so that he was in control as he pounded forcefully into her still seizing heat.
Cain couldn't take it anymore. He ground his teeth as the first surge ripped out of him him, all consuming and fierce. Down his spine, through his abdomen, right out his cock. He continued to thrust into her with a savage need. He poured all the desire and love in him into DG's body.
They rolled onto their sides once more, gasping, hearts thundering.
"We're gonna have to stay here a while." DG managed to get out.
"Planning something?" He met her blue eyes with his own.
"Yeah, not being able to walk or ride for a week."
They were interrupted by a knock at the door and Glitch's voice from the hallway.
"Brought you some soup and sandwiches. It's out here in the hall. You'll need all the energy you can get."
DG blushed again, and Cain felt his own fading flush return.
"Well I am kinda hungry," she admitted.
After eating they decided to shower away their exertions. Then they had to shower all over again.
Three days later DG and Cain emerged from the upstairs.
"You're feeling better, Highness?" The sweet older woman whose home it was looked at DG worriedly.
"Yes, much, thanks." DG offered an embarrassed smile, coloring even darker when she realized the woman recognized her.
"Oh, then I'll start making that dinner Mr. Raw and I planned out special." She bounded out of the room and into the kitchen with an energy that belied her age.
Glitch and Raw kept trying not to look at DG or Cain. Awkward took on a whole new meaning.
Not that either DG or Cain planned on confessing that DG had stopped feeling the compulsion of the curse a day and a half ago. The rest of the time was for them. Making love with no curse over their heads, talking, exploring, learning.
Glitch looked up at them, sad and embarrassed. "I got the potion. It… it might be a good idea to wait a few days to make sure the cure keeps."
"Thanks, Glitch. I don't think I'll be needing it though." DG placed her hand on her friend's shoulder.
"Oh?" He looked kind of lost, then his eyes widened. "Oh!"
"DG worried, but happy." Raw stated. "Cain happy, too, but also angry. Something wrong?" The viewer frowned.
"I won't marry him. We were forced into this, and I won't be forced into marriage. We're gonna see where this takes us." DG insisted.
"It's gonna take us to a church. Before this baby is born." Cain half glared at her.
"I need to know it's real. My heart says it is, but my brain is still catching up. I'll let you know when and if I change my mind." DG met his glare.
"Six months," Glitch muttered to Raw out of the side of his mouth.
"Three." Raw smiled.
"Really? She's stubborn." Glitch pointed out.
"Cain has harder head. Three months."
Glitch grinned at his friend as Cain and DG continued to argue.
Fin-
AN: Thank you for reading. Even if you didn't comment I hope you enjoyed it. Now... what can I write next?
