Missing Moments 3/?
Title: Missing Moments: Alive
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: They get a bed this time. Bet you didn't expect that, huh?
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?
”Cain, you’re alive!”
After they had escaped from Azkadellia’s fortress, Cain kept an even closer eye on DG. His first concern was keeping her safe, only seconded by his…well, there was no other way to phrase it: His desire for her. There was no time to be had to discuss what had happened in the North - and to be entirely honest, it had been an extremely long time since Cain had needed to discuss his emotions (such as they were) and he wasn’t too keen on initiating a conversation concerning that subject.
There was no time, in fact, to converse privately until they got to the Resistance outpost - and truth be told, Cain had no earthly idea of how to broach the subject. Didn’t help that DG seemed to be the queen of avoidance-tactics. She seemed possibly even less willing to discuss “feelings” than he was, going so far as to flee a room if Cain was in it. Inconvenient for Cain, who had made it his job to protect her from any kind of harm - to do that, he really needed to be with her.
Which is how it happened that when they finally ended up together - alone - in one of the back rooms in the cabin. Cain had - and there was really no better way to put this - hijacked DG, saying that she needed to rest before they set out again. The Resistance couple had graciously turned over their bedroom, a small cubicle in the back of the cabin mostly taken up by the quilt-covered bed, and DG was too tired to argue. Cain went back with her under the pretense of checking it out and making sure it was secure, though - judging by the expressions of those in the room - he was pretty sure nobody was fooled. The only thing that comforted him was the fact that at least two people in that room had very little idea of what was going on between him and the princess. Some small comfort - he was nervous enough about their impending conversation without worrying about people speculating on his relative state of undress.
However, when they shut the door behind them and Cain said in a low voice, “DG, we need to talk about -”, DG kicked off her shoes and promptly curled up on the quilts.
“Cain, I’m tired,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
He sat next to her on the bed. “What are we doing?” he asked her wearily, laying a hand on her shoulder.
“Sleeping,” she grunted and he pinched the bridge of his nose to fight the sudden shooting pain in his head.
“DG, look at me,” he said, his tone a little less than amused.
With a small groan, she rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes were red-rimmed and bleary looking, and Cain felt a little guilty at keeping her awake. She sounded extremely grumpy when she said, “Sorry - what was the question?” He repeated himself, somewhat impatiently, and DG rolled her eyes. “I…don’t really know,” she admitted. “It’s just…well…one of those things?”
“What are ‘those things’?” Cain demanded, frustration starting to simmer through him. “What does that mean? I know I’ve been in a metal suit for eight years, but even I know that when a man and a woman start doing the things we’re -”
“Cain, I feel like I don’t know anything anymore,” she growled. “Let alone why I want to jump you every chance we get. Why don’t we just - I don’t know - leave it alone?”
Feeling like he was on the edge of exploding, Cain inhaled strongly through his nose - trying to retain his own peace of mind, on which he had a fairly tenuous grasp. “We can’t leave it alone, because we keep doing it. If we don’t stop, I don’t know -”
Except she launched herself at him then (possibly to make him shut up), and they were kissing each other ravenously - it had been almost three days since their journey to the North and she was grabbing his hair and climbing into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and started to guide her down on the bed while he kissed her. She was wrapping her legs around his waist and their hips began to move together -
“DG,” he gasped out, lifting his head and holding himself up to keep from crushing her. “We - we should - oh.” His trousers had become unfastened somehow and she was closing her hand around him. He groaned and let his head fall into the juncture between DG’s head and neck, to muffle the sounds he was going to make. “Yes, yes, yes,” he panted over and over, the relief of her hand on his bare flesh almost too much for him to believe.
Quickly, he unfastened DG’s jeans and she sighed when his fingers slicked over her and set up a steady rhythm. She grasped her waistband and tugged down and Cain did the same with his own trousers, getting caught on his own boots and laughing nervously, but quietly - they couldn’t be caught, not this time, it would just be too much if someone barged in on them again. She grasped him again and scooted down, still pumping him with her fingers, then licked his tip - oh, gods her tongue - and he nearly died then, because he hadn’t felt anything like that in so many years.
She was sucking on him - sucking hard and the combination of her sucking and licking was driving him insane, so he grabbed her and dragged her up because they just didn’t have time for any of that. Cain quickly slipped his fingers into her again - she was ready, and it was a damn good thing, because he didn’t think he could wait anymore. With a low grunt, DG flipped them over so that she was on top of Cain, straddling him, and he grasped her hips in trembling hands to guide her down onto him.
“DG - DG, yes,” he was gasping, and he was brushing against her - so hot and wet and good that there were tears in his eyes. It was getting even harder to breathe because he was only inhaling that scent of sweat and rain and smoke that was so familiarly DG, and his tip was slipping inside her while she groaned and slowly inched herself down onto him.
She was teasing him. Actually teasing him. Cain laughed - a rough, gasping laugh because there was nothing else to be done, really - and gripped her hips hard. He was going to leave marks, he knew it. She grinned down at him, but her eyes were wide and serious and hungry.
DG suddenly stilled, and her head turned a little towards the door. Then Cain heard footsteps outside the room, accompanied by low murmurs, and he could see through bleary eyes the dim on the horizon outside the small window.
“Princess,” he rasped, and she pressed her lips together tightly before letting him slip out so that she could climb off of him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, when they had put themselves to rights and stood up to leave the room.
Cain grabbed her by the waist with both hands, drew her to him, and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. Instantly, he was struck by the familiarity of the gesture and felt a pang somewhere in his chest - the most sensation to come from there in a long while. He smiled apologetically. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice low and a little ragged, then there was a rap at the door.
When Cain poked his head out, Glitch grinned up at him and Cain had never wanted to hit anyone more than he did in that one instant. “Good morning, sweet prince,” Glitch said with a big smile.
There was a tiny, restraining hand on his arm and it was the only thing between him and strangling that damned zipperhead where he stood. “Give us a minute,” Cain grunted. “Princess isn’t awake yet.”
“Okay. It’s getting dark,” Glitch pointed out, then wandered away while humming a little tune.
Cain turned back around and DG wouldn’t look at him. So he wrapped her in his arms and held her until the sun was low. He was still somewhat in his pleasure-filled haze when he found the little toy horse and the twisting sensation in his abdomen was just too painful to bear.
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: They get a bed this time. Bet you didn't expect that, huh?
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?
”Cain, you’re alive!”
After they had escaped from Azkadellia’s fortress, Cain kept an even closer eye on DG. His first concern was keeping her safe, only seconded by his…well, there was no other way to phrase it: His desire for her. There was no time to be had to discuss what had happened in the North - and to be entirely honest, it had been an extremely long time since Cain had needed to discuss his emotions (such as they were) and he wasn’t too keen on initiating a conversation concerning that subject.
There was no time, in fact, to converse privately until they got to the Resistance outpost - and truth be told, Cain had no earthly idea of how to broach the subject. Didn’t help that DG seemed to be the queen of avoidance-tactics. She seemed possibly even less willing to discuss “feelings” than he was, going so far as to flee a room if Cain was in it. Inconvenient for Cain, who had made it his job to protect her from any kind of harm - to do that, he really needed to be with her.
Which is how it happened that when they finally ended up together - alone - in one of the back rooms in the cabin. Cain had - and there was really no better way to put this - hijacked DG, saying that she needed to rest before they set out again. The Resistance couple had graciously turned over their bedroom, a small cubicle in the back of the cabin mostly taken up by the quilt-covered bed, and DG was too tired to argue. Cain went back with her under the pretense of checking it out and making sure it was secure, though - judging by the expressions of those in the room - he was pretty sure nobody was fooled. The only thing that comforted him was the fact that at least two people in that room had very little idea of what was going on between him and the princess. Some small comfort - he was nervous enough about their impending conversation without worrying about people speculating on his relative state of undress.
However, when they shut the door behind them and Cain said in a low voice, “DG, we need to talk about -”, DG kicked off her shoes and promptly curled up on the quilts.
“Cain, I’m tired,” she said, her voice muffled by the pillow.
He sat next to her on the bed. “What are we doing?” he asked her wearily, laying a hand on her shoulder.
“Sleeping,” she grunted and he pinched the bridge of his nose to fight the sudden shooting pain in his head.
“DG, look at me,” he said, his tone a little less than amused.
With a small groan, she rolled over and propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes were red-rimmed and bleary looking, and Cain felt a little guilty at keeping her awake. She sounded extremely grumpy when she said, “Sorry - what was the question?” He repeated himself, somewhat impatiently, and DG rolled her eyes. “I…don’t really know,” she admitted. “It’s just…well…one of those things?”
“What are ‘those things’?” Cain demanded, frustration starting to simmer through him. “What does that mean? I know I’ve been in a metal suit for eight years, but even I know that when a man and a woman start doing the things we’re -”
“Cain, I feel like I don’t know anything anymore,” she growled. “Let alone why I want to jump you every chance we get. Why don’t we just - I don’t know - leave it alone?”
Feeling like he was on the edge of exploding, Cain inhaled strongly through his nose - trying to retain his own peace of mind, on which he had a fairly tenuous grasp. “We can’t leave it alone, because we keep doing it. If we don’t stop, I don’t know -”
Except she launched herself at him then (possibly to make him shut up), and they were kissing each other ravenously - it had been almost three days since their journey to the North and she was grabbing his hair and climbing into his lap. He wrapped his arms around her and started to guide her down on the bed while he kissed her. She was wrapping her legs around his waist and their hips began to move together -
“DG,” he gasped out, lifting his head and holding himself up to keep from crushing her. “We - we should - oh.” His trousers had become unfastened somehow and she was closing her hand around him. He groaned and let his head fall into the juncture between DG’s head and neck, to muffle the sounds he was going to make. “Yes, yes, yes,” he panted over and over, the relief of her hand on his bare flesh almost too much for him to believe.
Quickly, he unfastened DG’s jeans and she sighed when his fingers slicked over her and set up a steady rhythm. She grasped her waistband and tugged down and Cain did the same with his own trousers, getting caught on his own boots and laughing nervously, but quietly - they couldn’t be caught, not this time, it would just be too much if someone barged in on them again. She grasped him again and scooted down, still pumping him with her fingers, then licked his tip - oh, gods her tongue - and he nearly died then, because he hadn’t felt anything like that in so many years.
She was sucking on him - sucking hard and the combination of her sucking and licking was driving him insane, so he grabbed her and dragged her up because they just didn’t have time for any of that. Cain quickly slipped his fingers into her again - she was ready, and it was a damn good thing, because he didn’t think he could wait anymore. With a low grunt, DG flipped them over so that she was on top of Cain, straddling him, and he grasped her hips in trembling hands to guide her down onto him.
“DG - DG, yes,” he was gasping, and he was brushing against her - so hot and wet and good that there were tears in his eyes. It was getting even harder to breathe because he was only inhaling that scent of sweat and rain and smoke that was so familiarly DG, and his tip was slipping inside her while she groaned and slowly inched herself down onto him.
She was teasing him. Actually teasing him. Cain laughed - a rough, gasping laugh because there was nothing else to be done, really - and gripped her hips hard. He was going to leave marks, he knew it. She grinned down at him, but her eyes were wide and serious and hungry.
DG suddenly stilled, and her head turned a little towards the door. Then Cain heard footsteps outside the room, accompanied by low murmurs, and he could see through bleary eyes the dim on the horizon outside the small window.
“Princess,” he rasped, and she pressed her lips together tightly before letting him slip out so that she could climb off of him.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered, when they had put themselves to rights and stood up to leave the room.
Cain grabbed her by the waist with both hands, drew her to him, and kissed her tenderly on the mouth. Instantly, he was struck by the familiarity of the gesture and felt a pang somewhere in his chest - the most sensation to come from there in a long while. He smiled apologetically. “It’s okay,” he said, his voice low and a little ragged, then there was a rap at the door.
When Cain poked his head out, Glitch grinned up at him and Cain had never wanted to hit anyone more than he did in that one instant. “Good morning, sweet prince,” Glitch said with a big smile.
There was a tiny, restraining hand on his arm and it was the only thing between him and strangling that damned zipperhead where he stood. “Give us a minute,” Cain grunted. “Princess isn’t awake yet.”
“Okay. It’s getting dark,” Glitch pointed out, then wandered away while humming a little tune.
Cain turned back around and DG wouldn’t look at him. So he wrapped her in his arms and held her until the sun was low. He was still somewhat in his pleasure-filled haze when he found the little toy horse and the twisting sensation in his abdomen was just too painful to bear.