Crack for Cain
Character/Pairings: Cain/DG
Rating: PG?
Warnings/Spoilers: Um...nudity?
Summary: Crack!Fic, it could be really horrible. I'd have no idea. I need sleep.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Tin Man 'verse. Nothing and no one. Because (at the moment) I'm playing only with the Sci-Fi original characters.
By: transgenic_girl
Bowing his head under the luxuriantly hot beat of the shower’s spray, Cain groaned low in his throat. The last grueling session he’d participated in that day, on top of avoiding DG, and all thoughts of DG, had turned every muscle tense and knotted. The heat and the simple act of showering relaxed him some, the tension slowly melting out of his system.
Grabbing a towel off the rack beside the shower stall, he flipped off the water switch, cutting off the spray. He quickly dried off his body, speeding out of habit, but took his time rubbing the towel over his short hair to dry the pale blonde strands.
Clothes were all over the floor, lying where he’d dropped the as he headed to scrub the grimy mixture of dried sweat and dust off of himself. Kicking them to the side, he made a mental note to come back and throw them in the hamper. Once he’d gotten dressed, of course.
Still drying his hair with the towel in one hand, he pushed open the door to the main part of his bedroom. Only to met by four pairs of shocked eyes.
DG’s guards, posted outside the classroom she was currently in, did their best not to smile at the antics of her three Ladies in Waiting. The trio were loitering in front of the doors, impatiently waiting for the Princess’s class to end. And somehow the waiting had devolved into a dramatic mock fight. An amusing one at that.
“Join me!” Trans demanded, tripping Swirl to the ground with a sweep of her leg. “Join the dark side.” She breathed heavily, one hand over her mouth to make the sound metallic.
“Destroy him!” Erin cackled out in an evil sounding voice.
“Never!” The girl on the floor sneered. “You killed my father.”
“No.” The other female stood over her friend, holding an imaginary sword in her hand, swinging down to attack. “I am your father!”
Clutching her ‘injured’ hand, she screamed. “NOOOOoooooo!”
That was when Princess DG and Toto exited the classroom, one Lady standing over her fallen ‘foe,’ the third Lady several feet away, fingers together in an arched position. As they tended to do when startled, the three women froze, blinking slowly.
And then DG burst out laughing. “Harry Potter again?”
The oldest girl shook her head. “Star Wars, episode four.”
Swirl got a hand up from her ‘enemy.’ “We had the best id-”
“We want to short sheet Captain Tightpants’ bed.” The other girl piped in, interrupting. “Sorry Swirl,” she apologized ruefully as he friend pouted.
DG just grinned.
Shock had frozen Cain still for a moment, towel still held halfway over his head. Then, as he realized that the four young women’s eyes had trailed their way in unison down his body, he turned bright red. And covered himself from mid-thigh to hip with the cream colored terry cloth material in his hand. He was very aware of the fact that his hair was still half wet, and sticking out in several directions.
“What the hell…DG?!”