Missing Moments: Questions

May 27, 2008 22:51

Title: Missing Moments: Questions
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: Wall!prawn again, but inside. Mebbe it could be called trailer!prawn?
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?

“Questions are answers unspoken.”

Cain had not really spoken to DG since they left the Resistance Outpost. He wouldn’t touch her, or even look at her - he knew she was confused about their whole situation. At least, he figured she had been confused until they had discovered his wife’s house. And her grave. This was perfectly justified - after all, Cain was plenty confused himself. But he was really trying his best not to think about that, because it forced his mind towards things he wasn’t quite ready to come to grips with.

Possibly DG got more confused when he grabbed her by the arm, shoved her into the Kissing Booth, and proceeded to engage in that particular activity with certain variations of his own invention.

It all began with Glitch, of course. It seemed too good to be true, really. Glitch had wanted to explore what wares the street-vendors had to offer - “Shiny things, and perhaps some information, don’t you think?” - and Raw and that damn dog went along with him. Cain could have sworn the Viewer had winked at him upon their departure. He didn’t really care, though, because they had left him and DG to their own devices.

Alone.

Cain almost stopped wanting to kill Glitch, then.

Feeling slightly elated, Cain grasped DG by the arm and tugged at her in a gesture to follow him. For the past couple of days, DG had stayed away from him - out of respect, more than likely - but Cain wasn’t fooled for a minute. Her magic seemed to be getting a little out of control, if the thoughts that constantly barraged his mind were any indication. Those thoughts certainly weren’t his. The images would flit through his brain at top speed, images of completely inappropriate activities that he had never even considered before. It was extremely uncomfortable to wake up from dreams of licking DG until she screamed and clawed his shoulders, and of the places where she might put her fingers - he didn’t even know that you should put things there, let alone that it might feel good - and to be unable to do anything about it. Even worse when the waking up involved having Glitch standing over him, telling him to wake up and smell the (altogether too nonexistent) coffee.

So, understandably, by the time they reached the Realm of the Unwanted, Cain was feeling just a little bit jumpy. When he grabbed DG and dragged her off before Glitch could change his mind, he was very much set on finding a nice dark corner somewhere. Luckily, DG seemed to catch on pretty quickly and she was the one who spotted the Kissing Booth.

“That can’t be what I think it is,” she groaned with a raised eyebrow, gesturing at the small building with bright lights surrounding it.

A prostitute would sit in the booth, awaiting a client, whom she would deign to please if the price was right. The furnishings had generally been rather nice, if sparse, if what Cain remembered from the days in Central City he had spent eradicating the damn things was correct. The prostitute was not with a client when the two of them staggered inside, and when Cain shoved a handful of platinums at her, she didn’t really argue too loudly about allowing them private access to the booth for the hour.

Cain yanked DG forward, tangling his fingers in her hair while he kissed her hard. She was shoving his duster off his shoulders and wriggling out of her jacket while she kissed him back; and he let his hands coast down her body to cup her bottom and pull her flush against him. A high-pitched whimper spilled from her lips and he could feel her tiny hands fiddling with the fastenings on his trousers and shoving down inside them from behind to clutch at his backside. Then she did that wicked thing with her finger and it was better than in his dream - but still odd, very odd - and he lost every shred of control he had left.

Slamming her into the wall, he separated from her long enough to rip her shirt off over her head and yank her bra down so he could suck on her nipples and play with them, just to hear her ecstatic groans and whimpers. The catch at the back gave him a few nervous moments, but DG twitched it apart and Cain had never felt happier than he did right then, with her breasts in his hands and her lips busily closing around his earlobe.

Cain was still clothed, but that was okay because he was moving to kneel in front of her and pulling her trousers down as he went. DG was watching him with wide eyes and he gently helped her step out of her pants and underthings, by that point tangled around her ankles. Holding his breath a little bit, he began to brush a cautious finger along the wetness between her legs, touching the tiny nub and grinning a little when her ragged gasp met his ears. Then he grasped her backside with both of his hands and buried his mouth between her legs so that he could lick that fascinating place that made her utter those delicious sounds even more loudly.

She had knocked his hat off his head and was fisting her hands in his hair and arching to him, while urging him on with words that he didn’t know the meanings of, but that sent all of the blood in his body directly to his crotch. Then she was trembling and tensing up and he knew she was almost there - so wet, so good, she just tasted so good - so he stood up, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.

“Please,” he said, and his voice was rough because he just wanted her.

DG rose up on tiptoes and kissed him, shakily unbuttoning first Cain’s vest, then his shirt. It was like she was moving in a trance when she tugged downwards on his trousers and he kicked off his boots. For the first time they were seeing each other and Cain could only stare dumbly at her for a moment before drawing her close and positioning one of her legs up to rest on his hip. He positioned himself to slip inside her, and then he did and was lost when she squeezed tightly around him and nipped his earlobe. “Fuck me, Wyatt,” she whispered and a low noise escaped him in response.

Brushing his lips against hers, before complying to her request, he tried to say that he couldn’t last - there was no way, not after so many days, months, years of nothing - but could only force out a tiny choked sound and let his eyes plead into hers. “Sorry,” he finally forced the word, and it was unsteady and cracked a little, but she seemed to understand.

“I don’t care,” was her response, tightening her grip on his shoulders. “Fuck me hard.”

He lifted her up in his arms and she compliantly wrapped her legs around his waist while he cupped her bottom in both of his hands. Carefully, he turned them so that his back was against the wall and he used that for leverage as he shoved his hips forwards experimentally. His movements were unsteady and uneven, but soon a rhythm developed between them and she was covering his face and ears and throat with hot kisses as they moved.

It had been so long - so godsdamned long since he’d felt this and he had wanted her so very much that the slick-tight slide that was him moving inside of DG nearly overwhelmed him. Sounds babbled forth from his mouth, matching the noises that DG made in response to him. And the filthy words that poured from her lips only made him move faster and harder because hearing those words just did things to him. He was moaning her name and shoving their hips together even more forcefully - so ready, so ready, his body was tensing with hers and his arms trembled while she bucked against him, “Wyatt,” she was whispering, “please yes, yes, yes,” and he was just soclose…

“They were just here a few minutes ago,” Glitch was saying outside the window of the booth and Cain tried his damnedest to block him out.

“No…” DG whimpered and they clutched at each other tightly before he lowered her to stand in front of him.

Cain’s shoulders were tense and he gasped, “I’m sorry,” while he stroked his large hands up and down her body. She was covered in sweat and arching into him, and it was just so easy to slip his fingers between her legs and kiss her while she shuddered and gasped into his mouth.

And then she slipped a hand around him and pumped once - twice - and he nearly blacked out because he was releasing and it hurt, but “Gods,” he whimpered, his head falling back and tears pricking sharply at his eyes. He was helpless and nearly collapsing with the strain of spending himself over her fingers; so when she trembled as he tickled that sensitive little nub and let out a strangled “Wyatt”, he was only dimly aware and could only bend his head to cover her mouth with his to swallow the noises that she made.

They stumbled away from each other then, when they heard a rap at the door and a shouted, “DG? Cain?”

Cain stalked to the door and yanked it open the barest centimeter. “DG was tired,” he stated in a flat tone and Glitch tried to peer around him. “She’s asleep. I’ll wake her up and we’ll be out in a minute.”

“Why a Kissing Booth…?” Glitch pondered, and Raw seemed to be stifling a smirk. Cain merely slammed the door in their faces.

He turned back around and the sight that met his eyes would have made him hard again were he a younger man. DG was leaning against the wall, gasping for every breath and shiny with their mingled sweat and the silvery spray that was his. As it was, he seemed to be making a damned good attempt at getting hard again - he felt a little impressed with himself. Quickly, he crossed to her and gathered her close. “You okay, princess?” he asked softly, kissing the little hollow next to her ear and stroking her hair.

She nodded and raised her head to brush her lips against his. “Yeah,” she replied and he kissed her a little more insistently.

“We gotta go,” he said, regretting that he needed to speak those words. His body had decided that sleep certainly seemed to be the order of the day now that the main concern had been taken care of.

Again, she nodded and bent to hand him his trousers. As he slipped into them and went to wet a cloth to help DG clean herself up, he thought that perhaps now the tension was gone, his brain would return to normal.

missing moments, fic, tin man

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