Emerald Shield
Title: Emerald Shield
Author: FeistyFox
Rating: M
Pairing: DG/Cain
Summary: DG may have a stronger foothold in the new world she's found herself in but she isn't the only one that needs to come to terms with her past and make a place for herself in the present. With old enemies making a play for power it's going to take more than an understanding of the Outer Zone to re-establish the monarchy.
This is the sequel to Tin Armor. I strongly recommend you read it before starting this story.
This story is in progress. I hope those of you who are reading it continue to do so!
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: While I love Tin Man it does not belong to me.
Dragging her into their sitting room he picked her up, kicking the door shut in Decon’s face. She heard a startled hiss of annoyance from her guard and promptly forgot about it as he continued to swing her up and over his shoulder. She could apologize to him later. Or bribe him with treats. Maybe Papay liked chocolate?
Giggling as he carried her toward the bed she threw a silencing spell around the small suite. She had never felt quit so dainty before. The man wasn’t showing the slightest strain at carrying her around. It was dead sexy.
“You find something funny?” The Tin Man rumbled from deep in his chest.
“Nope, nothing funny back here.” He grunted as he walked them through the doorway to their bedroom. She glanced down and then up at his ears as she smacked his butt lightly. “I have a really good view though.” As she predicted his ears tinged pink as he flipped her back over his shoulder and onto the bed.
Raising his eyebrow he tugged her legs until she was sitting flush against his standing form. “Was that necessary?”
She grinned mischievously up at him as he huffed down at her. “Absolutely. Especially with those pants you’re wearing.”
He rolled his eyes as she grabbed his collar and tugged him down to her. He grunted as she threw him off balance and they both tumbled back onto the mattress. Catching himself with his hands he managed to prevent himself from crushing her as they landed. “You are the clumsiest princess I’ve ever heard of.”
She distractedly responded to his good-natured teasing as she pushed on his shoulder and rolled them over so she was straddling him. “And you’ve met how many princesses exactly? Two? That’s not a huge basis of comparison you have going.”
Chuckling he reached up and grabbed the jacket she was wearing, sliding it down her arms. “I said heard of, not met.”
She grinned as she attacked his holster figuring she agreed with him. She was slightly gravity challenged sometimes. “I may be the clumsiest but I bet I’m the most fun.”
Quickly clasping the back of her neck he hauled her mouth down to his and kissed her thoroughly before letting her go. “I don’t doubt that.”
Pleased that he agreed with her she nodded and continued to work the straps loose. As she occupied herself the Tin Man started rubbing his hands up and down her legs firmly. Getting the hint she started rocking against him as she finally got his holster loose. He let out a muffled sighed as she moved onto his shirt. “You drive me crazy, Darlin’.”
“Crazy can be good.” She eyed his clothes pointedly. “But naked is better. How am I supposed to have any fun when you’re all covered up?”
Grunting in amusement he sat up and she slid down to his thighs. He set his holster to the side and tugged his mostly unbuttoned shirt over his head. Suppressing the urge to crow in triumph she leaned forward and kissed his neck. He tasted so good. Working her way slowly down toward his chest she was suddenly stopped as he caught her shirt and dragged it up over her stomach. Sitting back she raised her arms so he could get rid of it before attacking the expanse of bare skin before her.
One of her hands wandered farther south, sneaking under the pants she liked so much as she continued to tease him with her mouth. The Tin Man’s fingers tangled in her hair and urged her head back up. “Keep that up and this isn’t going to last long.”
She pouted at him playfully but stopped stroking him. “You said I could play.”
His eyebrow quirked up. “Did I?”
“Wyatt…” She whined as her hand started rubbing him once more. He sucked in a sharp breath as she increased the pressure incrementally on every stroke. “You said we could try whatever I wanted.” She was fighting between uncertainty and curiosity at the moment, and as always curiosity was winning. She didn’t really have much of an idea of what she wanted to try as far as positions went, having little experience in the area, but she knew what had excited her before. Closing the distance between them she barely brushed her lips against his, looking up at him from under her lashes as she whispered conspiratorially to him. “And I want to hear you talk to me.” She punctuated this with a firm squeeze.
He rumbled deep in his chest as his pupils dilated. She held her breath waiting to see what he would do now that she’d made her request. She didn’t have to wait long. Seconds later and he pulled her hand away from him and stood them up so he could unbutton their pants. As he flicked the button to her jeans open he began to nibble his way up her neck. “Now that’s not something I was expecting from you, Sweetheart.”
She sighed thinking her idea was a total bust and mentally kicking herself for such a stupid idea until he reached her ear. “Does it make you wet when I moan your name?”
Her hands immediately flew to his fly as she answered him. “Yes.”
He hummed softly as he pushed the denim off her hips. “Do you want to know how hard you make me when you look up at me with those big blue eyes of yours?”
Desire coursed through her at his heated questions and she shoved him backward as soon as they were free from the rest of their clothing. Landing over him she kissed the underside of his jaw as his arm snaked around her bottom and pulled her up over his erection. “Tell me.” She demanded breathlessly.
Rolling them over he hooked an arm under one of her legs and pushed it up. Gazing down at her he smirked. “I’d much rather show you.” With that he pushed into her with agonizing slowness. She moaned wrapping her free leg up around his hips in an effort to draw him in as deep as possible. “You are so tight.” He groaned his eyes fluttering shut as he began to rock in and out of her.
This was so much better than she had thought it would be. There was something deeply satisfying about getting the normally quiet man to talk to her like this. The combination of lust and adoration in his voice was driving her out of her mind and she started clamping down on him as she clutched at his shoulders. Cain hissed and twisted his hips. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I could imagine, DG. Do you have any idea how good it feels when I sink into you?”
Nipping his shoulder she thought she might be able to relate as he hit that place inside her that made her tremble all over. As she started teetering dangerously on the peak he continued to talk to her, practically drowning her in a haze of arousal. “I want you all the time. You’re stronger than any addiction I could imagine and it just keeps getting better.” That was all she could take. Plastering herself against him she gasped out his name, losing herself as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure coursed through her body. She felt him let go at the same time she did gasping her name next to her ear as he did.
Wyatt’s weight settled over her as he went limp breathing heavily. She wrapped her arms around his back as she struggled to regain her balance and kissed the side of his face gently. Running her fingers through his hair she cooed happily at him. “That was so good, Wyatt.”
He smiled at her shifting enough so he wasn’t crushing her. “Happy to oblige.”
Laughing at that she closed her eyes and let him run his hand run idly over her side. She loved this part as much as when he was making her scream. Her whole body was thrumming contentedly and the heat he was giving off lulled her into a state of relaxation she couldn’t remember having felt before. After a while she felt his lips on her forehead and untangled their legs so she could sprawl out under him more fully.
As he slowly mapped her face with his lips she let her mind go pleasantly blank. Making his way to her ear he started talking again. “Love?”
Her eyes fluttered open at that particular pet name. “Hmmm?”
“What happened to you in the Tower?”
She went stiff at the question. There was no way he was bringing that up right now. “What?”
He continued to kiss her, tightening his arm around her and drawing her even closer. “You heard me.”
She turned her head away. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“Of course you don’t.” He didn’t loosen his hold as she tried to scoot away. “And if you don’t want to I won’t force you but I’d like to know.”
“Why do you always ask me these things when we’re in bed?” She was going to start getting paranoid if he didn’t stop springing these things on her.
He propped himself up on his forearms and looked down at her. “Because you’re relaxed and we’re alone. And to be fair I didn’t expect you to panic the first time I told you I loved you.”
Damn him and his logic. Could he be irrational for once? It would make her feel better if she wasn’t the only one. “It’ll only make you angry.”
He frowned at her subdued answer his Tin Man persona kicking into overdrive. “Did she hurt you?” He asked sharply.
She averted her eyes saying nothing and knowing that was as good as telling him yes. She was starting to think she would never be able to lie to him but it really could have been a lot worse. She hadn’t ended up like Lylo. Moving his head he caught her eye again. “DG?”
She cleared her throat. “She tried to use Momster and Popsicle to get me to tell her where the emerald was. When I figured out it was a trick she sent them away…” She closed her eyes briefly, fairly sure they had been destroyed shortly after the Witch knew she couldn’t use them against her. “Then she made Lylo read me.” She refused to tell him that had been Zero’s idea. She knew that would send him straight over the ledge she had been keeping him on. She wasn’t going to flaunt the fact that his enemy had urged the Witch to torture her.
She could hear the confusion in his voice. “She had you read?”
She jerked her head and forced herself to elaborate. “It’s not like when Raw does it.” He made a prompting sound. “The magic Lavender used to block my memories wouldn’t let him get what she asked him to. He started screaming and I wanted it to stop hurting him except I didn’t know how to use my magic right.” She licked her lips. “I managed to transfer a lot of the pain he was experiencing to me but I couldn’t…” She felt herself begin to shake as the memory took hold. “He passed out and Raw said he died an hour later.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have been able to use my magic better.”
Laying his forehead on hers he reassured her. “You had no memories, you had no teacher and you didn’t know that magic existed until a two days before that happened. There was no way you could have stopped that. It’s amazing you were able to keep him alive for as long as you did.” He sighed angrily. “I should have gotten to you sooner.”
Resting her hand on his face she disagreed with his assessment. “Getting shot out a window tends to slow people down. It was her fault. Besides, finding out you were alive pretty much made up for the pain part.”
His lip twitched up. “Hadn’t had anyone that happy to see me in a long time.”
Feeling her playfulness returning at his confession she glanced around the room as if making sure they were alone before she whispered to him. “Well don’t tell anybody but I was crushing on you a little bit.”
The lip twitch turned into a smirk. “Really?”
“Yeah, what with all the protecting and saving my life and all. I wasn’t going to say anything though.”
“Why’s that?”
She left out the grieving part. “Other than the fact that I thought you might be a little crazy?”
A chuckle rumbled out of his chest. “Yes, other than that.”
“You’re kinda outta my league.”
His eyebrows came together. “You’re going to have to explain that.” This was the first time she had ever seen a man puzzled by a sports reference.
She rolled her eyes. “You have much more to offer me than I have to offer you.”
He blinked down at her it total disbelief. “DG, you’re a princess.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. It’s not who I am.”
“You have magic.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t when we met.”
“You saved my life.”
She opened her mouth then closed it. “I did do that.”
“Damn right.” He huffed at her. “I still can’t believe you ran at those Longcoats with a stick.”
“What else was I supposed to do?”
“Snuck around the back and thrown a rock? Distracted them long enough for me to get away?”
She glared at him. “You know this is a completely irrelevant conversation.”
He grinned. “You’re only angry because I’m right.”
“Whatever, Tin Man.”
His hand snuck down and tickled her ribs. “Admit it.”
She thrashed under him with a squeal. “No!”
“Say it, Darlin’. You’ll feel so much better.”
“Never!” She giggled.
“Come on, DG. Say it and I’ll put my hand anywhere you want it.”
She would admit he almost had her. “No!” She shrieked. “I will not be bribed!”
He snorted but lifted his hand away as she thrashed uncontrollably from the sensation. “I think you can be.” His eyes were sparkling. “I just need to find out what your weakness is.” He would never find out that her weakness was him.
As she lay gasping under him his hand wandered lower. She met his eyes surprised. “I didn’t admit anything.”
He captured her lips as his fingers dipped inside her. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to see those pretty eyes glaze over for me.” She gripped his at his arm as she arched up. In that instant she decided she needed to keep him forever. It might be time to talk about this whole consort thing…Then again it could wait another hour or so.
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Author: FeistyFox
Rating: M
Pairing: DG/Cain
Summary: DG may have a stronger foothold in the new world she's found herself in but she isn't the only one that needs to come to terms with her past and make a place for herself in the present. With old enemies making a play for power it's going to take more than an understanding of the Outer Zone to re-establish the monarchy.
This is the sequel to Tin Armor. I strongly recommend you read it before starting this story.
This story is in progress. I hope those of you who are reading it continue to do so!
Chapter 5
Disclaimer: While I love Tin Man it does not belong to me.
Dragging her into their sitting room he picked her up, kicking the door shut in Decon’s face. She heard a startled hiss of annoyance from her guard and promptly forgot about it as he continued to swing her up and over his shoulder. She could apologize to him later. Or bribe him with treats. Maybe Papay liked chocolate?
Giggling as he carried her toward the bed she threw a silencing spell around the small suite. She had never felt quit so dainty before. The man wasn’t showing the slightest strain at carrying her around. It was dead sexy.
“You find something funny?” The Tin Man rumbled from deep in his chest.
“Nope, nothing funny back here.” He grunted as he walked them through the doorway to their bedroom. She glanced down and then up at his ears as she smacked his butt lightly. “I have a really good view though.” As she predicted his ears tinged pink as he flipped her back over his shoulder and onto the bed.
Raising his eyebrow he tugged her legs until she was sitting flush against his standing form. “Was that necessary?”
She grinned mischievously up at him as he huffed down at her. “Absolutely. Especially with those pants you’re wearing.”
He rolled his eyes as she grabbed his collar and tugged him down to her. He grunted as she threw him off balance and they both tumbled back onto the mattress. Catching himself with his hands he managed to prevent himself from crushing her as they landed. “You are the clumsiest princess I’ve ever heard of.”
She distractedly responded to his good-natured teasing as she pushed on his shoulder and rolled them over so she was straddling him. “And you’ve met how many princesses exactly? Two? That’s not a huge basis of comparison you have going.”
Chuckling he reached up and grabbed the jacket she was wearing, sliding it down her arms. “I said heard of, not met.”
She grinned as she attacked his holster figuring she agreed with him. She was slightly gravity challenged sometimes. “I may be the clumsiest but I bet I’m the most fun.”
Quickly clasping the back of her neck he hauled her mouth down to his and kissed her thoroughly before letting her go. “I don’t doubt that.”
Pleased that he agreed with her she nodded and continued to work the straps loose. As she occupied herself the Tin Man started rubbing his hands up and down her legs firmly. Getting the hint she started rocking against him as she finally got his holster loose. He let out a muffled sighed as she moved onto his shirt. “You drive me crazy, Darlin’.”
“Crazy can be good.” She eyed his clothes pointedly. “But naked is better. How am I supposed to have any fun when you’re all covered up?”
Grunting in amusement he sat up and she slid down to his thighs. He set his holster to the side and tugged his mostly unbuttoned shirt over his head. Suppressing the urge to crow in triumph she leaned forward and kissed his neck. He tasted so good. Working her way slowly down toward his chest she was suddenly stopped as he caught her shirt and dragged it up over her stomach. Sitting back she raised her arms so he could get rid of it before attacking the expanse of bare skin before her.
One of her hands wandered farther south, sneaking under the pants she liked so much as she continued to tease him with her mouth. The Tin Man’s fingers tangled in her hair and urged her head back up. “Keep that up and this isn’t going to last long.”
She pouted at him playfully but stopped stroking him. “You said I could play.”
His eyebrow quirked up. “Did I?”
“Wyatt…” She whined as her hand started rubbing him once more. He sucked in a sharp breath as she increased the pressure incrementally on every stroke. “You said we could try whatever I wanted.” She was fighting between uncertainty and curiosity at the moment, and as always curiosity was winning. She didn’t really have much of an idea of what she wanted to try as far as positions went, having little experience in the area, but she knew what had excited her before. Closing the distance between them she barely brushed her lips against his, looking up at him from under her lashes as she whispered conspiratorially to him. “And I want to hear you talk to me.” She punctuated this with a firm squeeze.
He rumbled deep in his chest as his pupils dilated. She held her breath waiting to see what he would do now that she’d made her request. She didn’t have to wait long. Seconds later and he pulled her hand away from him and stood them up so he could unbutton their pants. As he flicked the button to her jeans open he began to nibble his way up her neck. “Now that’s not something I was expecting from you, Sweetheart.”
She sighed thinking her idea was a total bust and mentally kicking herself for such a stupid idea until he reached her ear. “Does it make you wet when I moan your name?”
Her hands immediately flew to his fly as she answered him. “Yes.”
He hummed softly as he pushed the denim off her hips. “Do you want to know how hard you make me when you look up at me with those big blue eyes of yours?”
Desire coursed through her at his heated questions and she shoved him backward as soon as they were free from the rest of their clothing. Landing over him she kissed the underside of his jaw as his arm snaked around her bottom and pulled her up over his erection. “Tell me.” She demanded breathlessly.
Rolling them over he hooked an arm under one of her legs and pushed it up. Gazing down at her he smirked. “I’d much rather show you.” With that he pushed into her with agonizing slowness. She moaned wrapping her free leg up around his hips in an effort to draw him in as deep as possible. “You are so tight.” He groaned his eyes fluttering shut as he began to rock in and out of her.
This was so much better than she had thought it would be. There was something deeply satisfying about getting the normally quiet man to talk to her like this. The combination of lust and adoration in his voice was driving her out of her mind and she started clamping down on him as she clutched at his shoulders. Cain hissed and twisted his hips. “You’re the most gorgeous thing I could imagine, DG. Do you have any idea how good it feels when I sink into you?”
Nipping his shoulder she thought she might be able to relate as he hit that place inside her that made her tremble all over. As she started teetering dangerously on the peak he continued to talk to her, practically drowning her in a haze of arousal. “I want you all the time. You’re stronger than any addiction I could imagine and it just keeps getting better.” That was all she could take. Plastering herself against him she gasped out his name, losing herself as wave after wave of white-hot pleasure coursed through her body. She felt him let go at the same time she did gasping her name next to her ear as he did.
Wyatt’s weight settled over her as he went limp breathing heavily. She wrapped her arms around his back as she struggled to regain her balance and kissed the side of his face gently. Running her fingers through his hair she cooed happily at him. “That was so good, Wyatt.”
He smiled at her shifting enough so he wasn’t crushing her. “Happy to oblige.”
Laughing at that she closed her eyes and let him run his hand run idly over her side. She loved this part as much as when he was making her scream. Her whole body was thrumming contentedly and the heat he was giving off lulled her into a state of relaxation she couldn’t remember having felt before. After a while she felt his lips on her forehead and untangled their legs so she could sprawl out under him more fully.
As he slowly mapped her face with his lips she let her mind go pleasantly blank. Making his way to her ear he started talking again. “Love?”
Her eyes fluttered open at that particular pet name. “Hmmm?”
“What happened to you in the Tower?”
She went stiff at the question. There was no way he was bringing that up right now. “What?”
He continued to kiss her, tightening his arm around her and drawing her even closer. “You heard me.”
She turned her head away. “I don’t want to talk about this right now.”
“Of course you don’t.” He didn’t loosen his hold as she tried to scoot away. “And if you don’t want to I won’t force you but I’d like to know.”
“Why do you always ask me these things when we’re in bed?” She was going to start getting paranoid if he didn’t stop springing these things on her.
He propped himself up on his forearms and looked down at her. “Because you’re relaxed and we’re alone. And to be fair I didn’t expect you to panic the first time I told you I loved you.”
Damn him and his logic. Could he be irrational for once? It would make her feel better if she wasn’t the only one. “It’ll only make you angry.”
He frowned at her subdued answer his Tin Man persona kicking into overdrive. “Did she hurt you?” He asked sharply.
She averted her eyes saying nothing and knowing that was as good as telling him yes. She was starting to think she would never be able to lie to him but it really could have been a lot worse. She hadn’t ended up like Lylo. Moving his head he caught her eye again. “DG?”
She cleared her throat. “She tried to use Momster and Popsicle to get me to tell her where the emerald was. When I figured out it was a trick she sent them away…” She closed her eyes briefly, fairly sure they had been destroyed shortly after the Witch knew she couldn’t use them against her. “Then she made Lylo read me.” She refused to tell him that had been Zero’s idea. She knew that would send him straight over the ledge she had been keeping him on. She wasn’t going to flaunt the fact that his enemy had urged the Witch to torture her.
She could hear the confusion in his voice. “She had you read?”
She jerked her head and forced herself to elaborate. “It’s not like when Raw does it.” He made a prompting sound. “The magic Lavender used to block my memories wouldn’t let him get what she asked him to. He started screaming and I wanted it to stop hurting him except I didn’t know how to use my magic right.” She licked her lips. “I managed to transfer a lot of the pain he was experiencing to me but I couldn’t…” She felt herself begin to shake as the memory took hold. “He passed out and Raw said he died an hour later.”
“It wasn’t your fault.”
“I should have been able to use my magic better.”
Laying his forehead on hers he reassured her. “You had no memories, you had no teacher and you didn’t know that magic existed until a two days before that happened. There was no way you could have stopped that. It’s amazing you were able to keep him alive for as long as you did.” He sighed angrily. “I should have gotten to you sooner.”
Resting her hand on his face she disagreed with his assessment. “Getting shot out a window tends to slow people down. It was her fault. Besides, finding out you were alive pretty much made up for the pain part.”
His lip twitched up. “Hadn’t had anyone that happy to see me in a long time.”
Feeling her playfulness returning at his confession she glanced around the room as if making sure they were alone before she whispered to him. “Well don’t tell anybody but I was crushing on you a little bit.”
The lip twitch turned into a smirk. “Really?”
“Yeah, what with all the protecting and saving my life and all. I wasn’t going to say anything though.”
“Why’s that?”
She left out the grieving part. “Other than the fact that I thought you might be a little crazy?”
A chuckle rumbled out of his chest. “Yes, other than that.”
“You’re kinda outta my league.”
His eyebrows came together. “You’re going to have to explain that.” This was the first time she had ever seen a man puzzled by a sports reference.
She rolled her eyes. “You have much more to offer me than I have to offer you.”
He blinked down at her it total disbelief. “DG, you’re a princess.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean anything. It’s not who I am.”
“You have magic.”
She shrugged. “I didn’t when we met.”
“You saved my life.”
She opened her mouth then closed it. “I did do that.”
“Damn right.” He huffed at her. “I still can’t believe you ran at those Longcoats with a stick.”
“What else was I supposed to do?”
“Snuck around the back and thrown a rock? Distracted them long enough for me to get away?”
She glared at him. “You know this is a completely irrelevant conversation.”
He grinned. “You’re only angry because I’m right.”
“Whatever, Tin Man.”
His hand snuck down and tickled her ribs. “Admit it.”
She thrashed under him with a squeal. “No!”
“Say it, Darlin’. You’ll feel so much better.”
“Never!” She giggled.
“Come on, DG. Say it and I’ll put my hand anywhere you want it.”
She would admit he almost had her. “No!” She shrieked. “I will not be bribed!”
He snorted but lifted his hand away as she thrashed uncontrollably from the sensation. “I think you can be.” His eyes were sparkling. “I just need to find out what your weakness is.” He would never find out that her weakness was him.
As she lay gasping under him his hand wandered lower. She met his eyes surprised. “I didn’t admit anything.”
He captured her lips as his fingers dipped inside her. “Doesn’t mean I don’t want to see those pretty eyes glaze over for me.” She gripped his at his arm as she arched up. In that instant she decided she needed to keep him forever. It might be time to talk about this whole consort thing…Then again it could wait another hour or so.
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