Benefits
Title: Benefits - Break Time
Characters: C/DG, possibly everyone else eventually
Timeline: Post eclipse
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: M!!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tin Man
Summary: DG proposes a change to the dynamic of her relationship with the Tin Man. Adding a few...benefits...to their friendship
Previous: Just Talking | Logistics | Free Time | Goodmorning | Evening Plans
A/N: More banter, an uncomfortable topic, and another one that we will DEFINITELY be revisiting later. Don’t worry, it’s the kinky one that we’ll see later. :D
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DG was sweaty and gross and wanted nothing more than a shower. She was sore from exercising with Glitch, too tired to lift her free weights anymore, and had way too much to do later this afternoon. She had an hour to get cleaned up and she thought maybe a nap was in order. She looked longingly at the water bottle just out of reach on the floor next to her.
She just had to get up first.
Turning back to the ceiling, she squinted at it and considered teleportation, its pros and cons, and if she wanted a steaming bath bad enough to make it happen. Lying there, flat on her back in the middle of her sitting room floor, certainly wasn’t going to improve her soreness.
A knock on the door interrupted her musings. She moaned pathetically.
“Who is it?”
“Cain. Do you have a minute?” She blinked at the ceiling. Of course it was him. She was so attractive right now too.
“Actually I was about to get in the shower. Can I catch up with you later?” There were a few moments of silence before the door opened and closed. She sighed at the ceiling.
“Was there a part of later, that didn’t make sense?” He stayed by the door and out of her vision.
“Yes. You did say shower, right?” She tilted her head back and looked at him upside down. Was his tone almost…suggestive?
She smiled in spite of herself.
“Oh THAT kind of minute.”
He smirked and she heard the lock click into place behind him. She moved her head again and went to pull her arms closer to her. When they didn’t move she grunted and glared at her hands. They were being weighed down by the dumbells she had been lifting earlier. Oh right. Her shoulders slumped when she realized she couldn’t muster enough energy to even tug her hands free, and they stayed where they were, laying straight out on either side of her.
He chuckled from his place by the door.
“Well don’t you make a pretty picture.” Her brow furrowed.
“What? I’m sweaty, gross, and pinned to the-” Her head suddenly whipped back around to look at him, aghast. She made an indignant noise, but her eyes were alight with mirth. “Wyatt Cain!” she admonished.
“What?” He shrugged, a smile spreading across his face as he pushed away from the door. “Can’t say the idea of you not havin’ wandering hands doesn’t intrigue me.”
“Wandering hands?” Her eyes never left him as he made his way around her.
“Mmmhmmm.” He stopped next to her knees and she lifted a leg to kick his thigh. He easily caught it, and held it away, chuckling. She swung it to the side so that he was standing between her legs, but he was still holding onto her ankle. He sighed and shook his head. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” A shiver ran down her spine.
“Not in the slightest.”
“Let me show you.” Boy did THAT sound nice. However. Something occurred to her and she made a hesitant, whiny sound, pulling her foot away from him and setting it back down on the floor. “What?” She closed her eyes, cursing herself.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but can we perhaps rain check on this kinky side of yours?” She felt her cheeks turn bright red. “Not that it isn’t oh so intriguing…but uh…” Did he have to be so good at eye contact? “It’s a…weird…time of the….month. For me.” Her own brow furrowed at her eloquence. Wyatt’s demeanor remained the same, though an eyebrow was arched.
“Uh huh,” he prompted. Oh. Right then.
“Well...I was just…” It was really disconcerting that he was unfazed by this. She was absolutely positive he had understood her meaning and yet he was remaining motionless. She shrugged.
“You did say shower, right?”
She burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it. She’d give him points for persistence, that’s for sure. Even Wyatt cracked a smile. She knew not all men were squeamish about girl related things and considering Wyatt had been married once upon a time, she realized she was being slightly silly.
“I see your point.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” he said, bending down, grabbing her by the waist, and pulling her up from the floor after him. Her hands were tugged out from underneath the free weights and soon she was being pushed across the room and into her bathroom.
She peeled her shirt off and over her head, tossing it to the side. She shimmied out of her pants and began tugging his shirt out of his pants as he unbuttoned it.
“In a rush?” he asked, chuckling. She looked up at him, perfectly serious.
“You did say minute, right?”
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A/N: Where did February go? Sorry for the odd topic. It spurred from a random conversation I had with my girl friends over Valentines Day...Apparently, most guys still want to be guys, no matter what time of the month it is. And the free weights...well that was my own 'huh' moment. Anything to distract me from actually working out, lol.
Characters: C/DG, possibly everyone else eventually
Timeline: Post eclipse
Genre: Romance/Comedy
Rating: M!!!
Disclaimer: I don’t own Tin Man
Summary: DG proposes a change to the dynamic of her relationship with the Tin Man. Adding a few...benefits...to their friendship
Previous: Just Talking | Logistics | Free Time | Goodmorning | Evening Plans
A/N: More banter, an uncomfortable topic, and another one that we will DEFINITELY be revisiting later. Don’t worry, it’s the kinky one that we’ll see later. :D
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
DG was sweaty and gross and wanted nothing more than a shower. She was sore from exercising with Glitch, too tired to lift her free weights anymore, and had way too much to do later this afternoon. She had an hour to get cleaned up and she thought maybe a nap was in order. She looked longingly at the water bottle just out of reach on the floor next to her.
She just had to get up first.
Turning back to the ceiling, she squinted at it and considered teleportation, its pros and cons, and if she wanted a steaming bath bad enough to make it happen. Lying there, flat on her back in the middle of her sitting room floor, certainly wasn’t going to improve her soreness.
A knock on the door interrupted her musings. She moaned pathetically.
“Who is it?”
“Cain. Do you have a minute?” She blinked at the ceiling. Of course it was him. She was so attractive right now too.
“Actually I was about to get in the shower. Can I catch up with you later?” There were a few moments of silence before the door opened and closed. She sighed at the ceiling.
“Was there a part of later, that didn’t make sense?” He stayed by the door and out of her vision.
“Yes. You did say shower, right?” She tilted her head back and looked at him upside down. Was his tone almost…suggestive?
She smiled in spite of herself.
“Oh THAT kind of minute.”
He smirked and she heard the lock click into place behind him. She moved her head again and went to pull her arms closer to her. When they didn’t move she grunted and glared at her hands. They were being weighed down by the dumbells she had been lifting earlier. Oh right. Her shoulders slumped when she realized she couldn’t muster enough energy to even tug her hands free, and they stayed where they were, laying straight out on either side of her.
He chuckled from his place by the door.
“Well don’t you make a pretty picture.” Her brow furrowed.
“What? I’m sweaty, gross, and pinned to the-” Her head suddenly whipped back around to look at him, aghast. She made an indignant noise, but her eyes were alight with mirth. “Wyatt Cain!” she admonished.
“What?” He shrugged, a smile spreading across his face as he pushed away from the door. “Can’t say the idea of you not havin’ wandering hands doesn’t intrigue me.”
“Wandering hands?” Her eyes never left him as he made his way around her.
“Mmmhmmm.” He stopped next to her knees and she lifted a leg to kick his thigh. He easily caught it, and held it away, chuckling. She swung it to the side so that he was standing between her legs, but he was still holding onto her ankle. He sighed and shook his head. “You have no idea what you do to me, do you?” A shiver ran down her spine.
“Not in the slightest.”
“Let me show you.” Boy did THAT sound nice. However. Something occurred to her and she made a hesitant, whiny sound, pulling her foot away from him and setting it back down on the floor. “What?” She closed her eyes, cursing herself.
“I can’t believe I’m saying this, but can we perhaps rain check on this kinky side of yours?” She felt her cheeks turn bright red. “Not that it isn’t oh so intriguing…but uh…” Did he have to be so good at eye contact? “It’s a…weird…time of the….month. For me.” Her own brow furrowed at her eloquence. Wyatt’s demeanor remained the same, though an eyebrow was arched.
“Uh huh,” he prompted. Oh. Right then.
“Well...I was just…” It was really disconcerting that he was unfazed by this. She was absolutely positive he had understood her meaning and yet he was remaining motionless. She shrugged.
“You did say shower, right?”
She burst out laughing. She couldn’t help it. She’d give him points for persistence, that’s for sure. Even Wyatt cracked a smile. She knew not all men were squeamish about girl related things and considering Wyatt had been married once upon a time, she realized she was being slightly silly.
“I see your point.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” he said, bending down, grabbing her by the waist, and pulling her up from the floor after him. Her hands were tugged out from underneath the free weights and soon she was being pushed across the room and into her bathroom.
She peeled her shirt off and over her head, tossing it to the side. She shimmied out of her pants and began tugging his shirt out of his pants as he unbuttoned it.
“In a rush?” he asked, chuckling. She looked up at him, perfectly serious.
“You did say minute, right?”
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A/N: Where did February go? Sorry for the odd topic. It spurred from a random conversation I had with my girl friends over Valentines Day...Apparently, most guys still want to be guys, no matter what time of the month it is. And the free weights...well that was my own 'huh' moment. Anything to distract me from actually working out, lol.