Fanfic > Tin Man > And All The Roads We Have To Walk Along Are Winding (1/2)
Title: And All The Roads We Have To Walk Along Are Winding (1/2)
Characters/Pairing: DG/Cain
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This was much better than long goodbyes.
Warning: Angst, fluff, touch of smut. Why, this fic has everything!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title is from 'Wonderwall' by Oasis but I like the Ryan Adams version better.
A/N: Thanks to Rebecca as always, this time for trying to beta :P
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
--
He was stealing her breath away one slow kiss at a time, sucking away her very soul with every press of his lips against hers. It was a futile attempt to take her mind off of the approaching morning and his subsequent departure.
They were naked, wrapped up in bed sheets and each other, and he was propped up above her as he pressed kisses to her lips. One hand held his body above hers as the other ran up her bare sides.
She slowly stopped his kisses, running her hands from where they had been resting on his waist to place them on his chest. She pushed up, trying to pull her lips from his still searching ones. Finally, he got the hint and started to pull away.
“Is there nothing I can say to make you stay?” she asked softly, her voice a whisper in the dark, their kisses coming further and further apart. There was no need for them to be silent, there was no one on their side of the palace, but to be loud in this setting would ruin the night.
He was quiet for a moment, resting his forehead on hers. He had closed his eyes, not wanting to see the sadness and pain in hers.
“Tell me you love me,” he choked out, his voice just as low as hers. He felt tears prick the back of his eyes and he was glad he still had them closed.
“I love you, Wyatt Cain,” she said against his lips. He finally opened his eyes only to see hers filled with tears, some having already escaped to slide down the side of her face and collect in the hair gathered at her temples.
“Don’t cry, my princess,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips as he wiped away her tears.
“What if you don’t come back?” she asked, choking on the words. “What if you die?”
“Don’t be silly, Princess,” he answered, a sad smile gracing his features. Her hands moved from his chest to caress his face as he continued. “Death cannot stop true love.”
She laughed then, a throaty sound that he craved more of, even if it was filled with tears. He looked at her strangely at her outburst, pulling his head back from hers and tilting it to the side.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, glad to see her smile again, but frightened for her sanity.
“I’m sorry,” she said, somewhere between a choke and a sob. “It’s just -” she laughed again. “That’s a line from a movie. From the Other Side.” Her giggles had finally slowed and she had moved her hands back to his bare back, running them up and down softly.
“Oh, really?” he asked, raising his scarred eyebrow and smirking at her.
“Yeah,” she started. “It was about a farm boy who fell in love with a girl who became a princess. He went off and she thought him dead, so she agreed to marry a man she didn’t love.”
“Why?”
“He was a prince. He had the right to choose any bride in the kingdom. And she had nothing left to live for.”
“Barbaric.”
“Anyway, it turned out that the farm boy wasn’t dead. And he came back and rescued the princess. Other things happened, of course, but those are the important bits.”
“I see,” he said, staring at a spot above her head, thinking deep thoughts. “Sounds like us a bit. I mean, I grew up on a farm and fell in love with a princess.”
“Yes, but you aren’t going to die and I am not going to marry a Prince Humperdink.”
He laughed at that, something she loved hearing as much as he loved hearing hers. She sighed as she realized how much she was going to miss this.
Slowly his laughter died down. He looked at her seriously, his left over smile slowly fading. His ice blue eyes were bright with love and fear. He pressed another kiss to her lips. “Tell me again,” he demanded.
She knew exactly what he wanted and quickly granted his request. “I love you.”
“I love you, DG,” he said, pressing his lips to hers once more. Her hands, still resting on his back, slid up to his shoulder blades, pressing him closer to her. He moved his own arms under her and pulled her to him until they were chest to chest, but still not close enough.
She broke away from his lips momentarily only to press a line of kisses up to his ear. “Make love to me,” she whispered softly when she reached the soft lobe.
Cain moaned with need at her words, pressing her further into the mattress. His lips found her neck, kissing and sucking at the area where it met her shoulders, knowing that the contact would drive her wild. He was right and her hips jerked up to meet his as one his hands moved to cup a breast.
He pressed kisses up her neck until his lips met hers and then they were swallowing each other’s cries. Her lips were warm and slick under his, soft and plump as he pressed against them again and again. He could taste tears and her, that undeniable essence of her very being, and he sobbed into her mouth.
DG tore her mouth away from his and took a deep breath. One of her hands moved down to his backside and she thrust against him at the same time that she pulled his hips forward. Cain shuddered a breath into her neck before lifting himself off of her. He positioned himself at her entrance, clenching his teeth when one of her tiny hands wrapped around his cock and held him at her opening.
They both gasped when he pushed in, and Cain held himself still as DG trembled around him. Her hips rocked against his and her nails trailed tracks down his back. One of his arms propped him above her while the other went to her hip, lightly caressing her side as it went, making the muscles there quiver under his touch. It rested on her hip, moving only when she moved, a steady anchor in her increasingly unsteady world.
He pulled out slightly, just enough that she whimpered, and then canted his hips back in. DG’s head rolled back, the tendons in her neck straining and Cain took the opportunity to run his tongue from the base of her neck to just under her ear.
Their pants and grunts were the only sounds in the room, deep sighs and whispered ‘I love you’s’ puncturing the stillness. Cain could tell that DG was close and pressed further into her until she gave a keening cry and arched into him. He allowed himself to follow her over the edge until the two of them were exploding and rebuilding around each other, making each other whole while making sure that one would always hold a piece of the other.
When they had finally calmed enough, Cain slowly pulled out, DG shuddering around him as he did. He settled next to her, wrapping his arms around her middle, his nose pressed against the side of her face. DG rested her hands on his that were on her stomach and released a content sigh.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, both glad to be with the other and free from thoughts of impending departure if only for the night. The night air clung around them, the moonlight the only covering on their sated bodies.
They had only been asleep a few hours when he awoke. He dressed quickly, careful not to make a sound. The first of the twin suns was peeking over the horizon as he pulled on his pants, the yellow orb bathing the land in a pink tint. He finished dressing and stood by the bed, the bed that held all his hopes and dreams in the form of a tiny, brown haired, blue eyed Slipper of a princess. He pressed a soft kiss to her alabaster forehead and breathed in her intoxicating scent. A short note containing only their names and three important words was slipped under her fingers.
And then, without a sound, Wyatt Cain slipped through the door to join a fight that nobody wanted.
Characters/Pairing: DG/Cain
Rating: NC-17
Summary: This was much better than long goodbyes.
Warning: Angst, fluff, touch of smut. Why, this fic has everything!
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Title is from 'Wonderwall' by Oasis but I like the Ryan Adams version better.
A/N: Thanks to Rebecca as always, this time for trying to beta :P
Backbeat the word was on the street
That the fire in your heart is out
I'm sure you've heard it all before
But you never really had a doubt
I don't believe that anybody feels
The way I do about you now
And all the roads we have to walk along are winding
And all the lights that lead us there are blinding
There are many things that I would
Like to say to you
I don't know how
Because maybe
You're gonna be the one who saves me?
And after all
You're my wonderwall
--
He was stealing her breath away one slow kiss at a time, sucking away her very soul with every press of his lips against hers. It was a futile attempt to take her mind off of the approaching morning and his subsequent departure.
They were naked, wrapped up in bed sheets and each other, and he was propped up above her as he pressed kisses to her lips. One hand held his body above hers as the other ran up her bare sides.
She slowly stopped his kisses, running her hands from where they had been resting on his waist to place them on his chest. She pushed up, trying to pull her lips from his still searching ones. Finally, he got the hint and started to pull away.
“Is there nothing I can say to make you stay?” she asked softly, her voice a whisper in the dark, their kisses coming further and further apart. There was no need for them to be silent, there was no one on their side of the palace, but to be loud in this setting would ruin the night.
He was quiet for a moment, resting his forehead on hers. He had closed his eyes, not wanting to see the sadness and pain in hers.
“Tell me you love me,” he choked out, his voice just as low as hers. He felt tears prick the back of his eyes and he was glad he still had them closed.
“I love you, Wyatt Cain,” she said against his lips. He finally opened his eyes only to see hers filled with tears, some having already escaped to slide down the side of her face and collect in the hair gathered at her temples.
“Don’t cry, my princess,” he said, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips as he wiped away her tears.
“What if you don’t come back?” she asked, choking on the words. “What if you die?”
“Don’t be silly, Princess,” he answered, a sad smile gracing his features. Her hands moved from his chest to caress his face as he continued. “Death cannot stop true love.”
She laughed then, a throaty sound that he craved more of, even if it was filled with tears. He looked at her strangely at her outburst, pulling his head back from hers and tilting it to the side.
“What’s so funny?” he asked, glad to see her smile again, but frightened for her sanity.
“I’m sorry,” she said, somewhere between a choke and a sob. “It’s just -” she laughed again. “That’s a line from a movie. From the Other Side.” Her giggles had finally slowed and she had moved her hands back to his bare back, running them up and down softly.
“Oh, really?” he asked, raising his scarred eyebrow and smirking at her.
“Yeah,” she started. “It was about a farm boy who fell in love with a girl who became a princess. He went off and she thought him dead, so she agreed to marry a man she didn’t love.”
“Why?”
“He was a prince. He had the right to choose any bride in the kingdom. And she had nothing left to live for.”
“Barbaric.”
“Anyway, it turned out that the farm boy wasn’t dead. And he came back and rescued the princess. Other things happened, of course, but those are the important bits.”
“I see,” he said, staring at a spot above her head, thinking deep thoughts. “Sounds like us a bit. I mean, I grew up on a farm and fell in love with a princess.”
“Yes, but you aren’t going to die and I am not going to marry a Prince Humperdink.”
He laughed at that, something she loved hearing as much as he loved hearing hers. She sighed as she realized how much she was going to miss this.
Slowly his laughter died down. He looked at her seriously, his left over smile slowly fading. His ice blue eyes were bright with love and fear. He pressed another kiss to her lips. “Tell me again,” he demanded.
She knew exactly what he wanted and quickly granted his request. “I love you.”
“I love you, DG,” he said, pressing his lips to hers once more. Her hands, still resting on his back, slid up to his shoulder blades, pressing him closer to her. He moved his own arms under her and pulled her to him until they were chest to chest, but still not close enough.
She broke away from his lips momentarily only to press a line of kisses up to his ear. “Make love to me,” she whispered softly when she reached the soft lobe.
Cain moaned with need at her words, pressing her further into the mattress. His lips found her neck, kissing and sucking at the area where it met her shoulders, knowing that the contact would drive her wild. He was right and her hips jerked up to meet his as one his hands moved to cup a breast.
He pressed kisses up her neck until his lips met hers and then they were swallowing each other’s cries. Her lips were warm and slick under his, soft and plump as he pressed against them again and again. He could taste tears and her, that undeniable essence of her very being, and he sobbed into her mouth.
DG tore her mouth away from his and took a deep breath. One of her hands moved down to his backside and she thrust against him at the same time that she pulled his hips forward. Cain shuddered a breath into her neck before lifting himself off of her. He positioned himself at her entrance, clenching his teeth when one of her tiny hands wrapped around his cock and held him at her opening.
They both gasped when he pushed in, and Cain held himself still as DG trembled around him. Her hips rocked against his and her nails trailed tracks down his back. One of his arms propped him above her while the other went to her hip, lightly caressing her side as it went, making the muscles there quiver under his touch. It rested on her hip, moving only when she moved, a steady anchor in her increasingly unsteady world.
He pulled out slightly, just enough that she whimpered, and then canted his hips back in. DG’s head rolled back, the tendons in her neck straining and Cain took the opportunity to run his tongue from the base of her neck to just under her ear.
Their pants and grunts were the only sounds in the room, deep sighs and whispered ‘I love you’s’ puncturing the stillness. Cain could tell that DG was close and pressed further into her until she gave a keening cry and arched into him. He allowed himself to follow her over the edge until the two of them were exploding and rebuilding around each other, making each other whole while making sure that one would always hold a piece of the other.
When they had finally calmed enough, Cain slowly pulled out, DG shuddering around him as he did. He settled next to her, wrapping his arms around her middle, his nose pressed against the side of her face. DG rested her hands on his that were on her stomach and released a content sigh.
They fell asleep in each other’s arms, both glad to be with the other and free from thoughts of impending departure if only for the night. The night air clung around them, the moonlight the only covering on their sated bodies.
They had only been asleep a few hours when he awoke. He dressed quickly, careful not to make a sound. The first of the twin suns was peeking over the horizon as he pulled on his pants, the yellow orb bathing the land in a pink tint. He finished dressing and stood by the bed, the bed that held all his hopes and dreams in the form of a tiny, brown haired, blue eyed Slipper of a princess. He pressed a soft kiss to her alabaster forehead and breathed in her intoxicating scent. A short note containing only their names and three important words was slipped under her fingers.
And then, without a sound, Wyatt Cain slipped through the door to join a fight that nobody wanted.