Missing Moments 2/?
Title: Missing Moments: Starting
Author: Guinevere
Disclaimer: Belongs to not me. Oh, the humanity. The mini would have been MUCH more fun if it did. And it would have needed to be on like, HBO or something.
Rating: Shamelessly NC-17. Not for the kiddies.
Warnings: Truck!prawn this time, kids!
Pairings: Oh with the Cain/DG-ness.
Summary: Missing moments throughout the mini. Hopefully this won't violate any story arcs. Tell me if it does, yes?
“How do you start this thing?”
It was damn cold up North - the truck did not provide enough cover from the whirling wind and snow, and they had been traveling long enough in it to know that they needed to take turns driving. Cain had a tendency to fall asleep after twelve straight hours at the wheel, which was how long it took for him to surrender the wheel to DG. DG lasted about five hours, but was already exhausted by the time she took over because she had been playing both lookout and navigator for Cain.
Raw turned out to be a pretty good driver - by then, neither Cain nor DG really cared how good a driver he was, so long as he kept them going straight North - and he and Glitch took the cab while Cain and DG got some sleep.
It felt a little awkward - at least, it did to Cain. Especially when they huddled under the blankets together and DG’s teeth wouldn’t stop chattering, even when he grabbed her and rubbed up and down her sides vigorously to get her circulation going again. “Can’t get warm,” she said in between bouts of shivering, her breath brushing against Cain’s skin in steamy puffs.
“Can you feel your feet?” he asked her, his main concern being frostbite, and when she cast her eyes down and shook her head, he swore. Then he grabbed her and tugged off those outlandish shoes she was wearing (the laces were well-nigh impossible to operate, like a corset but smaller), then stripped off her socks and started to massage. They were a deathly pale shade and he was worried that he might be too late, but they soon started to turn pink and she complained that they hurt. “Good,” he replied and kept massaging, moving his hands up to rub her ankles then to slip the shoes back on her newly-warmed feet.
She smiled softly at him and he snugged his coat around her shoulders, shivering a little in the chill of the truck but manfully suppressing his reaction to the cold. “Thanks,” she said in a tiny voice and he lay down again. “I feel a little better now.”
He nodded jerkily and asked, “Anything else cold?”
DG held out her hands to him, purplish and stiff-looking from chill.
It went like that for a while, until they fell asleep in each others arms. He awoke to the rocking of the truck driving over the snowy drifts and DG’s breasts in his hands. She was rocking against him, in counterpoint to the truck’s movement, and making that tiny little mewling sound in his ear. Her backside was grinding into his crotch and he was hard before he knew what was happening.
She was awake, he could see. He dipped his head down so his mouth was brushing against her ear and he breathed, “You cold again?” Gently, he nudged his hips against her backside and she moaned a little in the back of her throat.
“A little,” she whispered back, and arched back when he nibbled a little on her earlobe. She said his name, then, and he hushed her.
“Can’t make noise,” he cautioned, and DG followed his gaze to the cab - didn’t want the others to hear. He wrapped his body close around hers, then slipped his hands up her shirt to cup her breasts again. Gently, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples over and over, and mouthed along the length of her neck. She was squirming against him and he couldn’t keep himself from letting his hand drop down past her waist - her hips - “You… uh… cold here, too?” he asked, brushing his hand against her crotch. It was hot even through her trousers.
She cleared her throat and ground her backside into him. He groaned and clutched at her - he needed her. It had been so long, and she was right there, and eager and it was like she needed him as much as he needed her. “Very cold,” she said, and he unfastened the button separating them and slid his fingers inside her trousers.
He nearly melted when he slipped his fingers into that heat. So wet and hot and smooth like nothing he’d felt in years and when she turned and slung her leg over his hips, he kissed her mouth. “DG,” he whispered, twisting his fingers inside of her and listening to the noise she couldn’t quite suppress. “DG, I - I -” He couldn’t say it. His cheeks turned dark red and he took her hand in his, leading it to the bulge in his trousers. “Please.” His eyes pleaded into hers and she cupped him in her hand, rubbing softly and biting her lip at the sensations he was creating between her own legs.
Cain did not intend for her to unbutton his trousers and tug him out, but she did and he was fluttering a finger over that little nub that made her squeeze him harder and it was all just too, too much for him to bear. He moaned a little bit and hid his face against her neck while his hips bucked uncontrollably into her hand. She was thumbing his tip, and he was sobbing for each breath he took, and he was finally going to feel that release he had waited so long for. DG was whimpering into his chest and he could feel her clenching around his fingers and her body was tensing up -
The rocking of the truck stopped and Cain could hear the cab doors creak. They shoved away from each other, scrabbling at clothing fastenings and laying down as far away from each other as they could, pretending to be asleep when Glitch flipped up the awning. “Good morning!” he called out cheerily, and Cain (not needing to feign extreme grumpiness) glared at him. “You’ve all had a good long sleep and I’m sure you’re ready to take over while Raw and me have a rest, eh?”
“Sure,” Cain grunted, daring a glance at DG. She was laying motionless on the opposite side of the wagon bed, probably a wise decision on her part. “Let me get DG up, then we’ll take over.”
Glitch nodded and started to the front, but paused and turned back around. “Y’know,” he said contemplatively, “it might have been a good idea for the two of you to huddle together for warmth. That sort of thing helps conserve body-heat, as well as creating a comfortable situation for both involved.” He began to walk away again. “Raw and I did that earlier. Very cozy,” was the last phrase he tossed back over his shoulder and Cain hazily tried to shake away the images arriving unwanted in his brain.
He scooted over to DG and touched her shoulder. She sat up slowly and didn’t look at him. “Guess we should get up front, huh?” she said and handed him his duster. He put it on, watching her closely.
“DG - “
“Hey, listen, it’s nothing, right? Just keeping warm,” she said, climbing out of the wagon awkwardly.
When Cain stepped out of the wagon, he got to his knees and stuck his head into the nearest pile of snow.
Author: Guinevere
Disclaimer: Belongs to not me. Oh, the humanity. The mini would have been MUCH more fun if it did. And it would have needed to be on like, HBO or something.
Rating: Shamelessly NC-17. Not for the kiddies.
Warnings: Truck!prawn this time, kids!
Pairings: Oh with the Cain/DG-ness.
Summary: Missing moments throughout the mini. Hopefully this won't violate any story arcs. Tell me if it does, yes?
“How do you start this thing?”
It was damn cold up North - the truck did not provide enough cover from the whirling wind and snow, and they had been traveling long enough in it to know that they needed to take turns driving. Cain had a tendency to fall asleep after twelve straight hours at the wheel, which was how long it took for him to surrender the wheel to DG. DG lasted about five hours, but was already exhausted by the time she took over because she had been playing both lookout and navigator for Cain.
Raw turned out to be a pretty good driver - by then, neither Cain nor DG really cared how good a driver he was, so long as he kept them going straight North - and he and Glitch took the cab while Cain and DG got some sleep.
It felt a little awkward - at least, it did to Cain. Especially when they huddled under the blankets together and DG’s teeth wouldn’t stop chattering, even when he grabbed her and rubbed up and down her sides vigorously to get her circulation going again. “Can’t get warm,” she said in between bouts of shivering, her breath brushing against Cain’s skin in steamy puffs.
“Can you feel your feet?” he asked her, his main concern being frostbite, and when she cast her eyes down and shook her head, he swore. Then he grabbed her and tugged off those outlandish shoes she was wearing (the laces were well-nigh impossible to operate, like a corset but smaller), then stripped off her socks and started to massage. They were a deathly pale shade and he was worried that he might be too late, but they soon started to turn pink and she complained that they hurt. “Good,” he replied and kept massaging, moving his hands up to rub her ankles then to slip the shoes back on her newly-warmed feet.
She smiled softly at him and he snugged his coat around her shoulders, shivering a little in the chill of the truck but manfully suppressing his reaction to the cold. “Thanks,” she said in a tiny voice and he lay down again. “I feel a little better now.”
He nodded jerkily and asked, “Anything else cold?”
DG held out her hands to him, purplish and stiff-looking from chill.
It went like that for a while, until they fell asleep in each others arms. He awoke to the rocking of the truck driving over the snowy drifts and DG’s breasts in his hands. She was rocking against him, in counterpoint to the truck’s movement, and making that tiny little mewling sound in his ear. Her backside was grinding into his crotch and he was hard before he knew what was happening.
She was awake, he could see. He dipped his head down so his mouth was brushing against her ear and he breathed, “You cold again?” Gently, he nudged his hips against her backside and she moaned a little in the back of her throat.
“A little,” she whispered back, and arched back when he nibbled a little on her earlobe. She said his name, then, and he hushed her.
“Can’t make noise,” he cautioned, and DG followed his gaze to the cab - didn’t want the others to hear. He wrapped his body close around hers, then slipped his hands up her shirt to cup her breasts again. Gently, he brushed his thumbs over her nipples over and over, and mouthed along the length of her neck. She was squirming against him and he couldn’t keep himself from letting his hand drop down past her waist - her hips - “You… uh… cold here, too?” he asked, brushing his hand against her crotch. It was hot even through her trousers.
She cleared her throat and ground her backside into him. He groaned and clutched at her - he needed her. It had been so long, and she was right there, and eager and it was like she needed him as much as he needed her. “Very cold,” she said, and he unfastened the button separating them and slid his fingers inside her trousers.
He nearly melted when he slipped his fingers into that heat. So wet and hot and smooth like nothing he’d felt in years and when she turned and slung her leg over his hips, he kissed her mouth. “DG,” he whispered, twisting his fingers inside of her and listening to the noise she couldn’t quite suppress. “DG, I - I -” He couldn’t say it. His cheeks turned dark red and he took her hand in his, leading it to the bulge in his trousers. “Please.” His eyes pleaded into hers and she cupped him in her hand, rubbing softly and biting her lip at the sensations he was creating between her own legs.
Cain did not intend for her to unbutton his trousers and tug him out, but she did and he was fluttering a finger over that little nub that made her squeeze him harder and it was all just too, too much for him to bear. He moaned a little bit and hid his face against her neck while his hips bucked uncontrollably into her hand. She was thumbing his tip, and he was sobbing for each breath he took, and he was finally going to feel that release he had waited so long for. DG was whimpering into his chest and he could feel her clenching around his fingers and her body was tensing up -
The rocking of the truck stopped and Cain could hear the cab doors creak. They shoved away from each other, scrabbling at clothing fastenings and laying down as far away from each other as they could, pretending to be asleep when Glitch flipped up the awning. “Good morning!” he called out cheerily, and Cain (not needing to feign extreme grumpiness) glared at him. “You’ve all had a good long sleep and I’m sure you’re ready to take over while Raw and me have a rest, eh?”
“Sure,” Cain grunted, daring a glance at DG. She was laying motionless on the opposite side of the wagon bed, probably a wise decision on her part. “Let me get DG up, then we’ll take over.”
Glitch nodded and started to the front, but paused and turned back around. “Y’know,” he said contemplatively, “it might have been a good idea for the two of you to huddle together for warmth. That sort of thing helps conserve body-heat, as well as creating a comfortable situation for both involved.” He began to walk away again. “Raw and I did that earlier. Very cozy,” was the last phrase he tossed back over his shoulder and Cain hazily tried to shake away the images arriving unwanted in his brain.
He scooted over to DG and touched her shoulder. She sat up slowly and didn’t look at him. “Guess we should get up front, huh?” she said and handed him his duster. He put it on, watching her closely.
“DG - “
“Hey, listen, it’s nothing, right? Just keeping warm,” she said, climbing out of the wagon awkwardly.
When Cain stepped out of the wagon, he got to his knees and stuck his head into the nearest pile of snow.