Chapter XVI: Worth Your While

"Why, what ever could you mean, Mister Cain?" DG asked with an innocent face as she turned in his arms to face him, "I thought that in my present condition I was too fragile for any such 'activities'. Much less making anyone's while."

He growled at her and leaned down to kiss her along her neck and chest, "And here I thought you said that you weren't fragile."

DG closed her eyes and moaned from the kisses on her neck.

Then Cain immediately stopped and nearly dropped her where she stood. She caught herself on the edge of the bed before she reached the floor below her with an ungraceful plop, "I guess I was wrong."

"Oh, that is just plain wrong," she narrowed her eyes at the back of Cain as he took off his hat and placed it over his vest, "That is not fair to tease like that."

"What? I thought you said that you were better and here you are acting like you aren't," he crossed his arms over his chest and looked directly at her, "Like it or not princess, you have got to stop mixing signals up. One day you're one way and the next you're another. A guy could go crazy trying to figure you out."

"Well, know it or not, my dear fiancé, that's not the way I want to drive you crazy," she walked up to him, uncrossed his arms from the front of him and wrapped them around herself. She slowly licked and nibbled up his neck and to his ear where she gently sucked on his earlobe. She stopped suddenly at the sound of his moan and whispered in his ear, "I have other ways to come to that end."

"Oh, don't I know that for a fact," he nodded and she felt his arms tighten around her waist and then move her hips.

"Think I'm too fragile now?" she whispered and blew on the wet spots that she left behind on his ear.

"No doubt in my mind that you aren't."

Without hesitation he pulled her feet off the ground and supported her weight by her back side. He had her against one of her walls and kissed her furiously while he worked on her shirt. She wrapped her legs tightly around him and smiled against his mouth on hers. Her hands quickly worked their way down from his shoulder to the buttons on his shirt. She buttoned it down far enough where her hands slid inside and she ran them over his chest muscles.

He leaned back from her and grabbed both of her hands in his. He looked at their hands and then into her eyes. She squinted her eyes at him and he leaned his forehead against hers. She could feel how strained his breathing was and judging from the feeling she was getting through both their pants, he was ready. But something was holding him back.

"Wyatt?" she asked in a rushed whisper, "What's wrong?"

"Tonight is slow," he told her in a deeper voice than he usually used and locked her eyes into place with his own, "I know you're not fragile. And I know you can handle a lot, just like me. But there's one thing that I just can't forget right now."

"What's that?" DG asked and cupped one of his cheeks with her right hand.

"That this was impossible to even think about three days ago," he pressed a kiss to her palm and then to her lips again. She furrowed her brows in confusion and he stepped away from the wall, with her still wrapped around him. He sat on the edge of the bed with DG still attached to his lap. She waited until he was ready to talk and after a sigh he explained it to her, "After I got off of that horse at Finaqua and handed you over, I knew that I was never going to hold you in my arms again. I knew I was never going to kiss you again. I knew that you were never going to be my wife. I knew these things, DG."

She finally understood, "But I'm not dead. You brought me back. Never think of impossible, Wyatt. We're better than impossible. And if it means coming back to you, I will cross that line every time and in every way."

"You didn't think that you were going to make it either, did you?" he asked her, but looked away.

"What do you mean?"

"When I held you at the top of that castle in Winkieland and you opened your eyes and saw me. You said my name and then 'I love you'," he recounted and closed his eyes to shut out the mental picture of her on the ground, covered in her own blood and Soren lying by her feet, "You were saying your goodbye to me then. Your last words."

DG sighed and pulled his face back to her again, "Look me in the eyes. I am back in your arms now. Yes, I did think that I was dying and I wanted you to know that I still loved you. I didn't want you to blame yourself and that was all I could manage to say. I wanted you to know those things before they were too late to say."

"You knew it was the last time we would be able to talk to one another. Just like I knew I would never see your eyes or hear your laugh again," he shook his head, "It's just beyond belief to think that just days ago you and I knew so much. I keep thinking that you coming back from death is a dream and I will wake back up into my nightmare. I keep thinking that all this is impossible and I'm going to wake up without you beside me."

"This is not a dream, I'm not going anywhere," she shook her head with a smile and laid her head on his shoulder. Her breath was hot on his neck and her nose gently skimmed his skin, "I am always going to wake up next to you. And if this is impossible, then I don't ever want the possible."

He hugged her closer to him and buried the bottom half of his face into her hair, "Neither do I, kiddo."

"You feel a little better?" she asked and picked her head up from his shoulder, "Getting that off your chest and into the good, old Kansas air?"

"I feel much better," he nodded and put his hands on her hips to balance her on his lap.

"Are we still in need of a silencing charm?" she asked with an eyebrow raised and a finger in the air, slightly lit with magic.

"Considering you still owe me and your sister and brother-in-law are right below us, I think it may be a good idea," he kissed her with a smile.

She flicked her finger with the magic and a silencing spell was cast around the whole room, including the floor. She didn't know how much noise her old bed made against the floor, but she didn't want to risk it with a bigger bed and what she wanted to use it for now.

He leaned back on the bed and pulled her with him. He rolled over on top of her and pushed her back into her bed as their tongues began to play. Hands wondered once again and the shirts were stripped off as were the pants and underwear. As he had said in the beginning, it was taken slowly. But in the way that Wyatt Cain made love, slow was never a bad thing in DG's book.

He took his time and kissed down her jaw and neck to her chest where he paid special attention to her breasts. His hands massaged her hips and legs before moving to her inner thighs and then slowly into her opening. One arm stayed steady by her head to hold himself up, while the other set to work to make her moan louder. Her legs involuntarily wrapped around him again and she ground her hips up against his hand.

"Wyatt," she panted and was barely able to get her hands to wrap around his hand and pull him away. He came away from her breasts and looked down at her in a bit of confusion. She smiled up at him and then carefully grabbed a hold of his member. He grunted as his forehead fell to her shoulder and his hips bucked against her hands. She turned her head to whisper into his ear, "I wanted to make this worth your while, remember? So let me take care of you."

He growled against her shoulder and lightly nipped at it as she began to gently stroke him. One of her hands stayed where it was, gently moving back and forth, while the other moved a little lower for a massage he never had before.

"Gods, DG," he hissed into her ear and bucked once again into her hand.

"You wanted this slow tonight," she said soothingly, "So, we're taking it slow."

He felt himself close to his edge and he didn't want to release all over her, "DG, it… so close, darlin'."

She nodded and took her hands from him. He sighed in both disappointment and relief. He didn't know how much more he could have taken. Then DG pushed at him and turned them over to where he was on the bottom and she was on top. He looked up at her still trying to catch his breath when she leaned down and kissed from his lips, down to his stomach.

"DG…"

She kissed him again on the lips and carefully slid herself onto him. They both moaned as he trusted into her once he knew what she was doing. Their lips disconnected as she began to pant with every thrust and push that they made. Her voice softly called his name in response to the moans falling from his lips. She leaned up and pushed herself back down toward him, only to drive him deeper into her center.

He held on to her hips and brought her down harder, but was still careful and in control of his mind enough not to hurt her. She supported herself by putting her hands on his chest or shoulders. She kept pushing harder and faster on to him and he knew that they were both near the end point. He turned them over again and buried himself into her. She grabbed his shoulders and held on tightly as he drove into her.

"I- I thought… you wanted… slow," she reminded him in between her moans.

"I needed you," he replied and drove into her one last time. Her walls contracted and he released deep inside of her. They both reached their climaxes simultaneously and cried out one another's names. Cain collapsed next to DG and rolled to his side. She curled up next to him as he pulled some of the sheets out from under them. She placed her head right beneath his chin and breathed a contented sigh.

"So, tell me, cowboy," she asked with a yawn, "Did I do it?"

"Do what, princess?" he asked while he lightly traced his fingertips over the skin of her back and pushed his chin lightly into her hair.

"Make it worth your while?" she smirked and heard the rumble of a laugh in his chest.

"You sure did," he answered, "And so much more."

"Good," she put a leg over one of his under the blankets and fell asleep quickly with a smile on her face. He stayed in thought for a little while after she fell asleep.

He looked out the small window looking out to the East. The moon as still bright outside and so were the stars. So many different things he knew couldn't be are and things that couldn't have been could still be. With every odd against them, they still proved that they could beat any situation. They've defeated a witch- twice. And he's come back from death- now so has she.

He just hoped that their luck didn't run out any time soon.

As he held his princess to him he had to agree with her.

He loved the impossible.

The next morning DG cracked one eye open while the other was distracted by the sunlight. She groaned and buried her face into Cain's shoulder and chest. He was laying on his back, resting peacefully, while she was curled up to his side, her head on his shoulder and her leg still wrapped around one of his. His arms tightened around her briefly before resting them around her again. This told her one of two things. Either he wasn't really sleeping or she woke him up with her groan. Either way she prayed that they could both fall back to sleep.

"Deeg?" Azkadellia knocked on the door, "Deeg, we were wondering if there was anything to eat."

"More like you were wondering," Glitch was heard from behind her. Immediately afterward DG heard Glitch let out an 'ouch' and then someone limp down the stairs.

"I love my sister, but I swear if she doesn't deliver that baby soon I will kill her. Once it interrupts you and me time, I don't care how hungry she is," DG groaned and heard Cain laugh under her cheek.

"Come on, kiddo," he rubbed the side of her arm, "Breakfast would probably be a good thing before we head out to acclimate ourselves to this side."

DG waved her hand to lower the silencing spell and yelled to the door, "We'll be down in a minute, Az."

"Down in a minute is not going to cut it, little sister," Azkadellia opened the door, now that she knew they were awake, and walked in. DG pulled the covers over herself and Cain and frowned at Azkadellia once they made eye contact. Azkadellia immediately turned around and walked back toward the door, "Or you can take all the time you need to get yourselves ready."

"Yeah, thanks, Az," DG groaned and shut the door to her bedroom with a small gust of wind.

She walked to the small dresser that was still filled with clothing that she remembered shopping for and buying with her own money. She shoved on one of her old shirts and noticed that her breasts seemed a little tender, but that could be from a few things. Her period was coming up and she always grew a little tender, and Cain was very good with her last night. She held the front of herself before she put on another pair of her thongs.

"You have more than one pair?" Cain looked at her as she looked through her pairs of jeans.

She smiled back at him, "Yeah, you didn't think that I wore the pair I did to the O.Z. by accident, did you?"

Cain shook his head as he shoved on his pants and shrugged on his shirt, "I knew from the moment I met you that you would be the death of me."

"The moment you met me all you wanted to do was get me to leave you alone," DG climbed into a pair of jeans.

"What did you think the reason for that was?" he laughed. She frowned back at him and tried to snap the button on the front of jeans, but then let them stay open.

"Dang Ozian food," DG huffed and grabbed one of her larger pairs of jeans.

Cain looked back at her after he buttoned the rest of his shirt up, "What about it?"

"I don't even fit in my favorite pair of jeans from high school anymore," DG pouted.

"Didn't you finish your school over four years ago?" he reminded her.

"Yeah, but I still fit into them before I got thrown back into the O.Z.," she sighed and threw them to the side onto another pile of clothes she had in another corner, "I guess the cooks are better than I had thought. I didn't think I gained that much weight."

Cain reached for his vest and holster when DG caught his hand. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow, "What?"

"Stop where you are, cowboy," she shook her head, "The pants and the shirt will have to do for now."

"I am not leaving here without my holster and weapon," he leaned down and said it slowly so she would get the message.

"Then the law enforcement on this side is going to have a field day with you," DG stared right back at him, "Carrying a gun around a small town like this isn't exactly the definition of 'laying low'. Don't worry, Tin Man. Nothing is going to jump out at us. I promise."

"Can't you make it invisible or something?" he asked as she drew his hand further from the weapon.

"I can't, and I won't," she shook her head, "The last thing I need is you shooting some innocent. I'm not a princess here, remember? No one is going to be asking me for my autograph. If it is just like I left it, they won't even pay attention to us… well, not much attention if the other two behave. Come on."

As soon as shoes were shoved on feet, DG led Cain down the stairs and into the kitchen where her sister and Glitch sat anxiously. Azkadellia sat in one of her day gowns while Glitch had put on one of his more subdued shirts and his black pants and boots. DG sighed and shook her head. This was going to be a major problem. Glitch she could probably pull off as him being an eccentric, but her sister was an entirely different story.

"I told you to wear low key clothes," she looked at her sister who looked at herself and then back up at DG.

"This is one of my most subdued gowns," she defended, "And I didn't really have anytime to plan if you recall."

"Come on, Az," DG grabbed her sister's hand and then walked toward her parent's old room.

"What about me, Doll?" Glitch stood and turned around for her.

"It will have to do until we go shopping," DG shrugged and pulled Azkadellia after her. She closed the door behind them and Cain sat down at the dining table with Glitch right next to him.

"So…" Glitch looked at the ceiling and caught sight of another light bulb and immediately reminded himself to ask DG about her text books later. He quickly looked to Cain and tapped his fingertips on the table.

"What's on your mind now, Glitch?" Cain asked and tilted his hat over his eyes to hide his amusement from his friend.

"I was just wondering- well," he paused and scratched the underside of his chin, "Azkadee told me she walked in on you two this morning… I was just wondering, how did we not hear you two when you right above us?"

Cain would have been sputtering if he was drinking something. He cleared his throat and turned to him while he adjusted his already loose collar, "Excuse me?"

"Just a question," Glitch put up his hands in his defense, "Don't answer if you don't want to."

Cain took a deep breath and pinched the ridge of his nose before he leaned toward Glitch, "Ask Az if she knows any silencing charms."

"Is that it?" Glitch asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Believe me," Cain nodded, "It's worth trying."