Tin Man Fanfiction "Float Like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee - Taking Chances (NC-17 over-all)
Disclaimer: There are many things I own, but Tin Man is not one of them(unless you count DVDs) Tin Man belongs to Steven L. Mitchell, Craig W. Van Sickle, and all the other grand high Mucky Mucks of Sci-Fi. No copyright infringement is intended, and of course no money was made from this. Any similarity to any other story not my own is coincidence.
Title: ~Taking Chances~(Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee)
Genre: AU/Romance/PWP; Dorothy Gale/Wyatt Cain
Rating: NC-17 over-all, rated for sexual content
Timeline: Sometime after the mini-series
Background: First, I imagine that everyone has split up: Raw has gone back to his people, the Queen and her Consort are in Central City rebuilding things there, and Cain, DG, Azkadellia, Glitch, Tutor, and a small contingent off people are off in a safe-house by Lake Verdemere(to be not only safe, but for everyone to recover, as well as for the princesses to further train for things). Also, Im going with the notion that it would indeed take a bit to rebuild after the reign of the Sorceress, and there would certainly be people still after the princesses, hence the safe-house.
Author's Notes: I know that it has been long and long between writing the first part of this little fic(particularly since it is essentially just PWP) and the second part part, but what can I say *shrug* RL sometimes gets in the way of the really important stuff. *wry grin* But seriously, I have finally finished it, and in the process, cleaned-up the first two chapters, hence re-posting them now.
Oh, and the main title is of course the first part of the Muhammad Ali quote, "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see."
Part One - Teach Me
Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee
~Taking Chances~
~ Forget about winning and losing; forget about pride and pain.
Let your opponent graze your skin and you smash into his flesh...
Do not be concerned with escaping safely -
lay your life before him.~
Bruce Lee
DG hesitated, her hand hovering over the cool metal of the unadorned brass doorknob.
“What am I doing?” she murmured, looking about nervously to assure herself that she was still alone in the hallway. “This is...”
She grasped the doorknob. It turned, and as quickly as she could, she slipped into Wyatt Cain's room.
“Crazy...” she whispered as the ex-tin man instinctively sat up on his simple military bed, his pistol aimed easily in her direction.
DG pressed back against the door, closing it even as she raised her hands, palms out in a calming gesture.
“Whoa there, Cowboy, it's just me, DG.”
“DG?”
Wyatt threw his light blankets back and swung his legs over the edge of the bed before quickly lowering his gun.
“What's happened? What's wrong?” He asked immediately, looking toward the door and listening intently, trying determine exactly what sort of danger they were facing.
“Wrong?” The princess echoed in a moment's confusion. “What?”
She glanced back at the door as Cain shifted his hand on his gun.
“DG?”
“Oh,” the princess murmured in understanding, turning her head back to meet his eyes just a moment before lowering her hands to tug almost fitfully on the lace hem of her blue silk camisole.
“Nothing... nothing's wrong, Cain,” she assured him quickly. “I just... that is... I just thought...” Dorothy's normally deft tongue stumbled over itself as the rational part of her mind finally caught up with the impulsive part and started awkwardly pushing it out of the driver's seat.
“Princess, are you all right?”
DG was suddenly, achingly aware of Wyatt's intensely blue gaze focused entirely on her.
She ducked her head.
“Kiddo?”
“This plan sounded so much better in my head,” she muttered under her breath.
“What?”
“So much better...” she repeated quietly enough that the words were nearly a silent whisper.
Cain set his gun down on the small table next to his bed and padded in bare feet over to DG.
“DG...”
“Oh, God...”
The princess finally risked meeting the ex-tin man's eyes and took a deep breath as if diving into the ocean.
“I... I was going to slip into your room and do my best Lauren Becall imitation and remind you that we never got to continue our lesson,” she replied simply.
Cain quirked an eyebrow and focused on the part of her confession that he most understood. “Our lesson?”
“This afternoon, you did say that you'd like to continue our lesson. So I thought... but now I have to admit that...” DG explained brokenly, even as she felt the flush on her face creeping lower. “Oh, God, this plan sounded so much better when it was just in my head.”
DG ducked her head again and plucked nervously at her camisole, missing the moment that Cain's eyes widened in understanding before narrowing in thought.
“Our lesson...” he echoed softly, bringing DG's gaze back to his almost against her will before it darted anxiously over his face seconds later.
Wyatt stepped closer and Dorothy felt his warmth like sunshine caressing her skin. Even closer, and she suddenly felt like a sunflower, drawn to his warmth, helpless to resist his pull. Her eyes locked with his.
“Is that really what you want, DG?”
“Oh yes, Wyatt,” she murmured, noting how his eyes slipped closed and his body froze attentively at the sound of his name on her lips. She licked her own in response. “Let me show you how I've wanted to keep you up nights,” she challenged with a mischievous smile hidden from his serious eyes.
Suddenly bold with him standing so close to her, DG reached out to trail her fingertips lightly down Cain's bare chest, fascinated by the way his muscles tightened beneath his skin and his breath caught in his throat.
“This is...” he said, his voice rich and rumbling.
“What we both want,” DG interrupted with a soft smile as she quietly regained her natural daring.
Cain slowly opened his eyes, letting his gaze drift almost languidly over the seductive picture she made, leaning back against his door and clad only in silk that clung temptingly to her curves.
“You're not just humoring an old man?” He teased with a wry smile of his own.
“You're far from old,” DG countered, letting her own eyes boldly admire his strong, lean lines before her fingertips danced along them, slipping through the soft hairs on his chest.
Cain's breath fell from his lips in a ragged sigh.
“Float like a butterfly,” she whispered, letting her fingers hover at the waistband of his flannel sleeping pants.
She brushed her lips tenderly to the warm curve of his shoulder before nipping lightly. “Sting like a bee...” the princess murmured, blowing softly against his skin, pleased to see him shiver in response.
“Don't hesitate,” Cain encouraged her in a low rumble.
Dorothy smiled before nuzzling his neck, chasing the shivers until she found a particularly appealing spot. Tenderly, she gave him an open mouthed kiss, suckling gently, encouraged by his moans even though she knew that she was almost certainly leaving a mark.
“Dorothy...” he caressed her name with his tongue while his hands slid to her hips, fingertips brushing against skin and silk. “Dorothy...”
Wyatt molded his body to hers and DG could feel the intimate press of the rough, scarred wooden door against her back.
“Yes...” she whispered against his shoulder before tilting her head back.
With a profound tenderness, Cain began to trail kisses softer than rose petals down her neck and to the hollow of her throat. He lingered there a moment, tracing quiet secrets against her fluttering pulse, entrusting them to her heart.
“Don't hesitate,” DG echoed, her voice an aching sigh.
Wyatt smiled softly and trailed his kisses still lower, stopping only when he had reached the delicate lace that curved above the gentle swell of her breasts.
“Wyatt...” she nearly begged when he seemed to show no intention of continuing. “Wyatt, please...”
Unexpectedly, Cain dropped his head down and took one of DG's nipples into his mouth, caressing it through the smooth silk.
“Oh God, Wyatt...” she gasped in surprise, feeling not just her nipple, but her whole body go taut with pleasure. “Oh God...”
DG looked down finally, nearly overwhelmed by the sight of Cain's head bent over her, his mouth caressing her breast.
“Is this what you imagined happening between us, DG?” He almost hummed.
She moaned in response, lost in feeling the delicious slide of hot, wet silk between his lips and her skin.
“And this...”
DG gasped as she felt the soft scrape of Wyatt's teeth through the fabric and arched back against the door, trying to press herself closer to her Tin Man's very talented mouth.
“Because it's what I've dreamt about,” he murmured, his breath teasing over her nipple and causing Dorothy to shudder even as she plucked almost frantically at the silk between them.
“Oh...” the princess moaned helplessly.
“Late at night,” Cain continued, letting his attentions shift to her other breast, capturing the nipple through the silk. “Alone in my bed,” he breathed, caressing her until the only thing holding her steady were his hands on her hips.
It was too much; it wasn’t nearly enough. She needed…
“More…” the princess half sighed, half begged, still pulling fitfully at her camisole.
Wyatt responded by lifting his head up from DG's breast and giving her a subtle smile before sliding his hands very slowly and gently under the hem of her camisole. He let his hands drift upwards, the silk pooling around his wrists as he slid them higher, his fingertips brushing under the soft curves of her breasts.
Suddenly, a knock on the door made them both freeze.
“Mr. Cain...”
Wyatt abruptly pulled away from DG and she felt his loss like a keen ache in her chest, so much so, that she gasped in near pain.
“Mr. Cain... please...” the muffled voice called again from the other side of the door.
The ex-tin man moved to retrieve his long coat from a nearby chair and slipped into it before grabbing his shirt as well. He held it out to DG.
She hesitated.
“DG, we have to...”
With an aching sigh, the princess took Cain's shirt and stepped away from the door as he answered it.
“Mr. Cain...”
“Your Highness?”
“Mr. Cain, it's DG, she's missing. I woke up, and she was just... gone... I've looked for her... but...” Azkadellia's voice grew increasingly more agitated as she spoke. “Mr. Cain, we have to find her. I can't... she can't be...”
“Az...” DG interrupted her sister, stepping into view and pulling Cain's shirt tighter around herself. “Az... it's okay. I'm right here,” she comforted as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“DG?”
“I'm sorry Az, I didn't mean to worry you. I just couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to wake you, so I... I went for a walk. Then I saw Cain's light...”
“Blessed Lurline, DG, I was...” Azkadellia interrupted.
“I'm sorry, Az, truly. I didn't mean to make you worry. I'm sorry,” she offered stepping in front of Cain to face her worried sister.
“You and your adventures,” the older princess murmured under her breath.
“I did say I was sorry, Az,” DG repeated gently, moving closer.
“Just... just wake me next time, okay?”
The younger princess smiled a little. “I promise.” She stepped into the threshold. “Come on, Az, let's go back to bed. I'll try to get to get some sleep this time; no more wandering.”
Azkadellia nodded and looked around her little sister to the ex-tin man standing silently behind her.
“Goodnight Mr. Cain.”
“Goodnight, your Highness.”
The elder princess turned and moved a few feet down the hallway.
DG turned back to Cain for a moment, watching him. He stepped near enough to brush his fingertips over her cheek, the mere hint of a caress.
“Goodnight, Wyatt.”
“I intend to continue this lesson with you later, Princess,” he whispered with a familiar small smile.
“I'll take that as a promise, Tin Man” she murmured in return, shivering as he trailed his hand down to rest lightly over her rapid heartbeat. “And we both know that a Tin Man always keeps his promises.”
“Always...” Wyatt assured her before gently turning her back to the door. “Now go on, before your sister starts to worry,” he added with a quiet amusement tickling his breath against her neck.
DG smiled herself then and left, savoring the feeling of Wyatt's promise, heavy on her skin...
Part three - The Art of Altering Perceptions
Title: ~Taking Chances~(Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee)
Genre: AU/Romance/PWP; Dorothy Gale/Wyatt Cain
Rating: NC-17 over-all, rated for sexual content
Timeline: Sometime after the mini-series
Background: First, I imagine that everyone has split up: Raw has gone back to his people, the Queen and her Consort are in Central City rebuilding things there, and Cain, DG, Azkadellia, Glitch, Tutor, and a small contingent off people are off in a safe-house by Lake Verdemere(to be not only safe, but for everyone to recover, as well as for the princesses to further train for things). Also, Im going with the notion that it would indeed take a bit to rebuild after the reign of the Sorceress, and there would certainly be people still after the princesses, hence the safe-house.
Author's Notes: I know that it has been long and long between writing the first part of this little fic(particularly since it is essentially just PWP) and the second part part, but what can I say *shrug* RL sometimes gets in the way of the really important stuff. *wry grin* But seriously, I have finally finished it, and in the process, cleaned-up the first two chapters, hence re-posting them now.
Oh, and the main title is of course the first part of the Muhammad Ali quote, "Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee. Your hands can't hit what your eyes can't see."
Part One - Teach Me
Float like a Butterfly, Sting like a Bee
~Taking Chances~
~ Forget about winning and losing; forget about pride and pain.
Let your opponent graze your skin and you smash into his flesh...
Do not be concerned with escaping safely -
lay your life before him.~
Bruce Lee
DG hesitated, her hand hovering over the cool metal of the unadorned brass doorknob.
“What am I doing?” she murmured, looking about nervously to assure herself that she was still alone in the hallway. “This is...”
She grasped the doorknob. It turned, and as quickly as she could, she slipped into Wyatt Cain's room.
“Crazy...” she whispered as the ex-tin man instinctively sat up on his simple military bed, his pistol aimed easily in her direction.
DG pressed back against the door, closing it even as she raised her hands, palms out in a calming gesture.
“Whoa there, Cowboy, it's just me, DG.”
“DG?”
Wyatt threw his light blankets back and swung his legs over the edge of the bed before quickly lowering his gun.
“What's happened? What's wrong?” He asked immediately, looking toward the door and listening intently, trying determine exactly what sort of danger they were facing.
“Wrong?” The princess echoed in a moment's confusion. “What?”
She glanced back at the door as Cain shifted his hand on his gun.
“DG?”
“Oh,” the princess murmured in understanding, turning her head back to meet his eyes just a moment before lowering her hands to tug almost fitfully on the lace hem of her blue silk camisole.
“Nothing... nothing's wrong, Cain,” she assured him quickly. “I just... that is... I just thought...” Dorothy's normally deft tongue stumbled over itself as the rational part of her mind finally caught up with the impulsive part and started awkwardly pushing it out of the driver's seat.
“Princess, are you all right?”
DG was suddenly, achingly aware of Wyatt's intensely blue gaze focused entirely on her.
She ducked her head.
“Kiddo?”
“This plan sounded so much better in my head,” she muttered under her breath.
“What?”
“So much better...” she repeated quietly enough that the words were nearly a silent whisper.
Cain set his gun down on the small table next to his bed and padded in bare feet over to DG.
“DG...”
“Oh, God...”
The princess finally risked meeting the ex-tin man's eyes and took a deep breath as if diving into the ocean.
“I... I was going to slip into your room and do my best Lauren Becall imitation and remind you that we never got to continue our lesson,” she replied simply.
Cain quirked an eyebrow and focused on the part of her confession that he most understood. “Our lesson?”
“This afternoon, you did say that you'd like to continue our lesson. So I thought... but now I have to admit that...” DG explained brokenly, even as she felt the flush on her face creeping lower. “Oh, God, this plan sounded so much better when it was just in my head.”
DG ducked her head again and plucked nervously at her camisole, missing the moment that Cain's eyes widened in understanding before narrowing in thought.
“Our lesson...” he echoed softly, bringing DG's gaze back to his almost against her will before it darted anxiously over his face seconds later.
Wyatt stepped closer and Dorothy felt his warmth like sunshine caressing her skin. Even closer, and she suddenly felt like a sunflower, drawn to his warmth, helpless to resist his pull. Her eyes locked with his.
“Is that really what you want, DG?”
“Oh yes, Wyatt,” she murmured, noting how his eyes slipped closed and his body froze attentively at the sound of his name on her lips. She licked her own in response. “Let me show you how I've wanted to keep you up nights,” she challenged with a mischievous smile hidden from his serious eyes.
Suddenly bold with him standing so close to her, DG reached out to trail her fingertips lightly down Cain's bare chest, fascinated by the way his muscles tightened beneath his skin and his breath caught in his throat.
“This is...” he said, his voice rich and rumbling.
“What we both want,” DG interrupted with a soft smile as she quietly regained her natural daring.
Cain slowly opened his eyes, letting his gaze drift almost languidly over the seductive picture she made, leaning back against his door and clad only in silk that clung temptingly to her curves.
“You're not just humoring an old man?” He teased with a wry smile of his own.
“You're far from old,” DG countered, letting her own eyes boldly admire his strong, lean lines before her fingertips danced along them, slipping through the soft hairs on his chest.
Cain's breath fell from his lips in a ragged sigh.
“Float like a butterfly,” she whispered, letting her fingers hover at the waistband of his flannel sleeping pants.
She brushed her lips tenderly to the warm curve of his shoulder before nipping lightly. “Sting like a bee...” the princess murmured, blowing softly against his skin, pleased to see him shiver in response.
“Don't hesitate,” Cain encouraged her in a low rumble.
Dorothy smiled before nuzzling his neck, chasing the shivers until she found a particularly appealing spot. Tenderly, she gave him an open mouthed kiss, suckling gently, encouraged by his moans even though she knew that she was almost certainly leaving a mark.
“Dorothy...” he caressed her name with his tongue while his hands slid to her hips, fingertips brushing against skin and silk. “Dorothy...”
Wyatt molded his body to hers and DG could feel the intimate press of the rough, scarred wooden door against her back.
“Yes...” she whispered against his shoulder before tilting her head back.
With a profound tenderness, Cain began to trail kisses softer than rose petals down her neck and to the hollow of her throat. He lingered there a moment, tracing quiet secrets against her fluttering pulse, entrusting them to her heart.
“Don't hesitate,” DG echoed, her voice an aching sigh.
Wyatt smiled softly and trailed his kisses still lower, stopping only when he had reached the delicate lace that curved above the gentle swell of her breasts.
“Wyatt...” she nearly begged when he seemed to show no intention of continuing. “Wyatt, please...”
Unexpectedly, Cain dropped his head down and took one of DG's nipples into his mouth, caressing it through the smooth silk.
“Oh God, Wyatt...” she gasped in surprise, feeling not just her nipple, but her whole body go taut with pleasure. “Oh God...”
DG looked down finally, nearly overwhelmed by the sight of Cain's head bent over her, his mouth caressing her breast.
“Is this what you imagined happening between us, DG?” He almost hummed.
She moaned in response, lost in feeling the delicious slide of hot, wet silk between his lips and her skin.
“And this...”
DG gasped as she felt the soft scrape of Wyatt's teeth through the fabric and arched back against the door, trying to press herself closer to her Tin Man's very talented mouth.
“Because it's what I've dreamt about,” he murmured, his breath teasing over her nipple and causing Dorothy to shudder even as she plucked almost frantically at the silk between them.
“Oh...” the princess moaned helplessly.
“Late at night,” Cain continued, letting his attentions shift to her other breast, capturing the nipple through the silk. “Alone in my bed,” he breathed, caressing her until the only thing holding her steady were his hands on her hips.
It was too much; it wasn’t nearly enough. She needed…
“More…” the princess half sighed, half begged, still pulling fitfully at her camisole.
Wyatt responded by lifting his head up from DG's breast and giving her a subtle smile before sliding his hands very slowly and gently under the hem of her camisole. He let his hands drift upwards, the silk pooling around his wrists as he slid them higher, his fingertips brushing under the soft curves of her breasts.
Suddenly, a knock on the door made them both freeze.
“Mr. Cain...”
Wyatt abruptly pulled away from DG and she felt his loss like a keen ache in her chest, so much so, that she gasped in near pain.
“Mr. Cain... please...” the muffled voice called again from the other side of the door.
The ex-tin man moved to retrieve his long coat from a nearby chair and slipped into it before grabbing his shirt as well. He held it out to DG.
She hesitated.
“DG, we have to...”
With an aching sigh, the princess took Cain's shirt and stepped away from the door as he answered it.
“Mr. Cain...”
“Your Highness?”
“Mr. Cain, it's DG, she's missing. I woke up, and she was just... gone... I've looked for her... but...” Azkadellia's voice grew increasingly more agitated as she spoke. “Mr. Cain, we have to find her. I can't... she can't be...”
“Az...” DG interrupted her sister, stepping into view and pulling Cain's shirt tighter around herself. “Az... it's okay. I'm right here,” she comforted as she crossed her arms over her chest.
“DG?”
“I'm sorry Az, I didn't mean to worry you. I just couldn't sleep, and I didn't want to wake you, so I... I went for a walk. Then I saw Cain's light...”
“Blessed Lurline, DG, I was...” Azkadellia interrupted.
“I'm sorry, Az, truly. I didn't mean to make you worry. I'm sorry,” she offered stepping in front of Cain to face her worried sister.
“You and your adventures,” the older princess murmured under her breath.
“I did say I was sorry, Az,” DG repeated gently, moving closer.
“Just... just wake me next time, okay?”
The younger princess smiled a little. “I promise.” She stepped into the threshold. “Come on, Az, let's go back to bed. I'll try to get to get some sleep this time; no more wandering.”
Azkadellia nodded and looked around her little sister to the ex-tin man standing silently behind her.
“Goodnight Mr. Cain.”
“Goodnight, your Highness.”
The elder princess turned and moved a few feet down the hallway.
DG turned back to Cain for a moment, watching him. He stepped near enough to brush his fingertips over her cheek, the mere hint of a caress.
“Goodnight, Wyatt.”
“I intend to continue this lesson with you later, Princess,” he whispered with a familiar small smile.
“I'll take that as a promise, Tin Man” she murmured in return, shivering as he trailed his hand down to rest lightly over her rapid heartbeat. “And we both know that a Tin Man always keeps his promises.”
“Always...” Wyatt assured her before gently turning her back to the door. “Now go on, before your sister starts to worry,” he added with a quiet amusement tickling his breath against her neck.
DG smiled herself then and left, savoring the feeling of Wyatt's promise, heavy on her skin...
Part three - The Art of Altering Perceptions