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Fic: DG's Tattoo
Title: DG's Tattoo
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain, DG and the Queen (mention of Az, the Robo-rents, Raw, Glitch, Ahamo and some random OCs)
Rating: light PG-13
Summary: Cain has finally noticed that DG has a tattoo...
Warning: post-series. *Written for Round 20 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #12: "I never know how much of what I say is true." (Bette Midler)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
DG breathed slowly as her head turned from one side to the other against the pillow. She hadn't been so relaxed in a very long time... well, not since the last time her mother had gone to Finaqua for a long weekend, anyway.
Sighing, DG pressed her face a little further into the pillow and smiled as a set of fingers slowly trailed along her waist. DG didn't need to open her eyes to know the suns were up, which was probably a bad thing.
At the moment, though, she didn't care.
"Good morning," she said quietly. The response came with a pair of lips pressing against her shoulder.
"What is this?" she heard and felt a fingertip run along her left shoulder blade. DG started to roll back and caught the raised eyebrow of Wyatt Cain out of the corner of her eye. Cain shifted to lean on his elbow and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Why is the emblem of Central City on your back, Princess?" DG bit back an embarrassed smile and rolled back to the pillow.
"I was stupid in high school." Cain smirked and caught her around the waist, pulling her back against him with a grumble, which made DG chuckle.
"I think you should talk," he said, leaning down to kiss her neck.
"I think the better question," DG smiled as she turned in his arms, "is how you're only noticing it now." DG raised her eyebrows and smiled as Cain glanced at the ceiling.
"It's usually dark," he offered slowly, "and... my attention is elsewhere." DG snorted and rolled further, so she was now lying on top of Cain.
"Elsewhere?" she teased. Cain dropped his hands along her waist.
"Why?" DG stared at him for a moment and then gave him a resigned sigh and nodded.
"Okay." She settled over him, head resting on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. Smiling, DG began recounting the story of her tattoo. "About a week before graduation, we were sitting at the Hilltop and bored. We started talking about what we were gonna do after and that we should do something to commemorate surviving."
Cain moved a hand from DG's waist up to cover her hand and he squeezed. "Who's 'we'?"
"Daisy, Jessica, Sarah and me," DG explained, lifting her head. “We were the rebels of the school."
"Ah, the troublemakers?" Cain winked and started twirling the ends of DG's hair.
"We didn't cause trouble," DG feigned shock and pulled away from him. "We just... tested our limits," she added as Cain gave her a look of disbelief.
"I'm sure you did," he smiled and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
"Anyway," DG continued, rolling back to the side and pressing against Cain again, "somehow, we got to a suggestion of getting tattoos. Which," she continued, glancing at him over her shoulder, "looking back, sneaking off to the French Quarter for a long weekend probably would have been the better idea." Cain didn’t know what the meant, but her smile made him smile.
"We went over to Wichita - place the guys at the garage recommended - and we... got inked," she finished with a shrug. Cain sighed and tapped the tattoo with his finger.
"Why this?" he asked quietly, pulling her closer and pressing his nose behind her ear.
"One day, I was in class and I zoned out." Cain blinked at her word choice. "-and I started doodling in my notebook. Same design, over and over. Hmm," she laughed and turned in his arms again, smiling as she saw his smile. "I took a ceramics class in the ninth grade. Painted that damn swirl on everything." DG averted her eyes and gave him a shy smile.
"Thought I might be going a little crazy." Cain leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. "So we sat there, staring at all the possibilities." Cain wanted to laugh as her eyes rose up to look at an invisible wall. "Dolphins, butterflies, hearts, tigers, skulls..." DG rolled her eyes. "We did convince Jessie not to get her boyfriend's name on her arm, thank God."
DG glanced back to Cain and smiled. "Ass broke up with her five minutes before graduation started." She let a light laugh slip out. "Anyway," she smiled, ducking her head down to hide the sudden blush creeping up her cheeks. "They thought I was chickening out, because I hadn't picked anything."
"You don't chicken out," Cain stated.
"Damn right, I don't," she nodded and reached up to kiss him. "I was trying to think of what I'd be able to live with for the rest of my life. Sarah was getting a lizard-thing, and Jessie kept poking at her barb wire heart - again," DG tapped Cain's chest, "-irony." Cain nodded as well and threw a glance at the clock near the door, but DG didn't notice.
"Figured I'd give the binder on the counter one more look and managed to pick up a pen," she said with a shrug. "There was a desk calendar," she continued, motioning a flat surface, "and, somehow, I just started drawing. Soon as I realized what I'd drawn," she shrugged again, "took it as a sign." Her hand moved to his waist and she grinned. "Turns out, I was right."
"Oh?" Cain asked, shifting away slightly. He was already pushing his luck, still being there at that hour, and he'd be there all day if anything started.
"Yep," DG replied, popping the 'P'. "I needed to get to Central City to find my family, and that symbol is on the markers along the Brick Route, which lead people to Central City." Cain nodded. "And, in order to find the Brick Route," DG smiled, "I had to find you."
"Hmm," Cain breathed and leaned forward slightly to kiss her again. DG dropped her head to his chest and closed her eyes.
"All part of the master plan," she said quietly, trying to will herself back to sleep. Cain ran his fingers over her back and closed his eyes.
"What did your folks say?" DG laughed and turned her face into his chest.
"I thought Mom was gonna kill me. She didn't speak to me for a week. Popsicle just-" DG shrugged and propped herself up to look at Cain.
"And your mother?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh, she doesn't know. Not that it matters." Cain raised an eyebrow. "We're still breaking her into my evil, Other Side-ways.”
“And this?” he asked, dropping his eyes slightly. DG glanced up and gave him an innocent, wide-eyed stare and shrugged.
"Testing my limits?" Cain snorted and nodded.
"All right, Kiddo. We've got about ten minutes before someone comes looking for you. And I can’t be here." DG frowned as he pushed her up.
"Y'know what?" she asked, sitting on her heels as Cain swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"What?" he asked, looking sideways at her as he reached for his pants.
"I wish my mom would walk in, right this very second." Cain raised an eyebrow and DG nodded, holding her ground.
"Oh, really?" Cain asked. DG nodded. "Which one?"
"Either one. Both of them. And my dad. And Popsicle. And Glitch and Az and Raw and everybody," she said with a flourished wave toward the door.
"Everybody, huh?" DG nodded again and huffed as Cain threw her nightshirt at her.
"Everybody." Cain pulled his boots on and then grabbed his shirt.
"As I recall, this setup was your idea." DG pulled the shirt over her head and frowned.
"Yes, because I am trying to protect your reputation."
"I didn't know my reputation needed protecting," Cain laughed.
"Well, it does," DG told him as she adjusted the collar of her nightshirt. "Last thing you need is people talking." Cain made a face and looked at her sideways.
"I think you're a little confused there, Sweetheart. Pretty certain it's not my reputation in question. Well, I guess I'll go down as the old man wooing the princess." DG grinned and pushed up to her knees.
"'Wooing', huh?" Cain grinned as she shifted toward the end of the bed and tugged on his shirt. Cain took her face in his hands and kissed her.
"I don't care what anyone says about me, Kiddo. But I do care what they say about you." DG dropped her eyes and straightened his buttons, not that they needed it. "Your family’s got enough to deal with right now. They don't need to know about us." DG frowned.
"What if I want them to know about us?" she asked quietly. Cain pulled her into another kiss and then pressed his cheek to hers.
"I'll be right by your side," he whispered back. "Now," he added, patting her backside, "best get dressed." Cain stepped away and DG huffed. "I'll see you at breakfast, Kiddo," he said, moving toward the door. Opening it slowly, Cain peeked into the hallway, winked back to DG and pulled the door shut behind him.
DG rolled her eyes and fell back to the bed with a sigh.
~*~
Almost ten minutes later, DG was standing in front of her closet in her bathrobe, fresh from a shower and trying to decide what to wear. There was a knock at her door, which promptly opened, revealing the Queen. "Hi, Mom," DG breathed, reaching for a random hanger.
The Queen stepped in and gave DG a smile, then kissed her cheek. "Good morning, dear." She eyed the yellow dress DG had pulled out and nodded her approval, then moved behind DG to one of the side chairs.
"How was your trip?"
"We must work out a better system," the Queen said as DG moved over to the dresser for her undergarments.
"What system?" she asked, glancing up from the sock drawer.
"Well," the Queen sighed, leaning back in the chair slightly, "there are only so many ideas I have for postponing a return trip. Especially with your sister along." DG looked at her mother with a slight frown and shook her head.
"Sorry, Mom, you've lost me."
"Well, I was trying to give you two a bit more time, this morning. But your sister was very insistent on coming home. Took a bit of effort to keep her from coming straight to your door when we got back." DG had frozen as her mother's words sunk in, to the point where she didn't see the sparkle in the Queen's eye.
Author: Erin (erinm_4600)
Characters, Pairing: Cain, DG and the Queen (mention of Az, the Robo-rents, Raw, Glitch, Ahamo and some random OCs)
Rating: light PG-13
Summary: Cain has finally noticed that DG has a tattoo...
Warning: post-series. *Written for Round 20 of prompt-in-a-box. Prompt #12: "I never know how much of what I say is true." (Bette Midler)
Disclaimer: The original characters belong to L. Frank Baum and their respective actors. The current characters belong to Sci-Fi, the movie folks and their respective actors. The OCs are mine.
DG breathed slowly as her head turned from one side to the other against the pillow. She hadn't been so relaxed in a very long time... well, not since the last time her mother had gone to Finaqua for a long weekend, anyway.
Sighing, DG pressed her face a little further into the pillow and smiled as a set of fingers slowly trailed along her waist. DG didn't need to open her eyes to know the suns were up, which was probably a bad thing.
At the moment, though, she didn't care.
"Good morning," she said quietly. The response came with a pair of lips pressing against her shoulder.
"What is this?" she heard and felt a fingertip run along her left shoulder blade. DG started to roll back and caught the raised eyebrow of Wyatt Cain out of the corner of her eye. Cain shifted to lean on his elbow and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Why is the emblem of Central City on your back, Princess?" DG bit back an embarrassed smile and rolled back to the pillow.
"I was stupid in high school." Cain smirked and caught her around the waist, pulling her back against him with a grumble, which made DG chuckle.
"I think you should talk," he said, leaning down to kiss her neck.
"I think the better question," DG smiled as she turned in his arms, "is how you're only noticing it now." DG raised her eyebrows and smiled as Cain glanced at the ceiling.
"It's usually dark," he offered slowly, "and... my attention is elsewhere." DG snorted and rolled further, so she was now lying on top of Cain.
"Elsewhere?" she teased. Cain dropped his hands along her waist.
"Why?" DG stared at him for a moment and then gave him a resigned sigh and nodded.
"Okay." She settled over him, head resting on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. Smiling, DG began recounting the story of her tattoo. "About a week before graduation, we were sitting at the Hilltop and bored. We started talking about what we were gonna do after and that we should do something to commemorate surviving."
Cain moved a hand from DG's waist up to cover her hand and he squeezed. "Who's 'we'?"
"Daisy, Jessica, Sarah and me," DG explained, lifting her head. “We were the rebels of the school."
"Ah, the troublemakers?" Cain winked and started twirling the ends of DG's hair.
"We didn't cause trouble," DG feigned shock and pulled away from him. "We just... tested our limits," she added as Cain gave her a look of disbelief.
"I'm sure you did," he smiled and leaned forward to kiss her forehead.
"Anyway," DG continued, rolling back to the side and pressing against Cain again, "somehow, we got to a suggestion of getting tattoos. Which," she continued, glancing at him over her shoulder, "looking back, sneaking off to the French Quarter for a long weekend probably would have been the better idea." Cain didn’t know what the meant, but her smile made him smile.
"We went over to Wichita - place the guys at the garage recommended - and we... got inked," she finished with a shrug. Cain sighed and tapped the tattoo with his finger.
"Why this?" he asked quietly, pulling her closer and pressing his nose behind her ear.
"One day, I was in class and I zoned out." Cain blinked at her word choice. "-and I started doodling in my notebook. Same design, over and over. Hmm," she laughed and turned in his arms again, smiling as she saw his smile. "I took a ceramics class in the ninth grade. Painted that damn swirl on everything." DG averted her eyes and gave him a shy smile.
"Thought I might be going a little crazy." Cain leaned forward and kissed the top of her head. "So we sat there, staring at all the possibilities." Cain wanted to laugh as her eyes rose up to look at an invisible wall. "Dolphins, butterflies, hearts, tigers, skulls..." DG rolled her eyes. "We did convince Jessie not to get her boyfriend's name on her arm, thank God."
DG glanced back to Cain and smiled. "Ass broke up with her five minutes before graduation started." She let a light laugh slip out. "Anyway," she smiled, ducking her head down to hide the sudden blush creeping up her cheeks. "They thought I was chickening out, because I hadn't picked anything."
"You don't chicken out," Cain stated.
"Damn right, I don't," she nodded and reached up to kiss him. "I was trying to think of what I'd be able to live with for the rest of my life. Sarah was getting a lizard-thing, and Jessie kept poking at her barb wire heart - again," DG tapped Cain's chest, "-irony." Cain nodded as well and threw a glance at the clock near the door, but DG didn't notice.
"Figured I'd give the binder on the counter one more look and managed to pick up a pen," she said with a shrug. "There was a desk calendar," she continued, motioning a flat surface, "and, somehow, I just started drawing. Soon as I realized what I'd drawn," she shrugged again, "took it as a sign." Her hand moved to his waist and she grinned. "Turns out, I was right."
"Oh?" Cain asked, shifting away slightly. He was already pushing his luck, still being there at that hour, and he'd be there all day if anything started.
"Yep," DG replied, popping the 'P'. "I needed to get to Central City to find my family, and that symbol is on the markers along the Brick Route, which lead people to Central City." Cain nodded. "And, in order to find the Brick Route," DG smiled, "I had to find you."
"Hmm," Cain breathed and leaned forward slightly to kiss her again. DG dropped her head to his chest and closed her eyes.
"All part of the master plan," she said quietly, trying to will herself back to sleep. Cain ran his fingers over her back and closed his eyes.
"What did your folks say?" DG laughed and turned her face into his chest.
"I thought Mom was gonna kill me. She didn't speak to me for a week. Popsicle just-" DG shrugged and propped herself up to look at Cain.
"And your mother?" he asked with a smirk.
"Oh, she doesn't know. Not that it matters." Cain raised an eyebrow. "We're still breaking her into my evil, Other Side-ways.”
“And this?” he asked, dropping his eyes slightly. DG glanced up and gave him an innocent, wide-eyed stare and shrugged.
"Testing my limits?" Cain snorted and nodded.
"All right, Kiddo. We've got about ten minutes before someone comes looking for you. And I can’t be here." DG frowned as he pushed her up.
"Y'know what?" she asked, sitting on her heels as Cain swung his legs over the side of the bed.
"What?" he asked, looking sideways at her as he reached for his pants.
"I wish my mom would walk in, right this very second." Cain raised an eyebrow and DG nodded, holding her ground.
"Oh, really?" Cain asked. DG nodded. "Which one?"
"Either one. Both of them. And my dad. And Popsicle. And Glitch and Az and Raw and everybody," she said with a flourished wave toward the door.
"Everybody, huh?" DG nodded again and huffed as Cain threw her nightshirt at her.
"Everybody." Cain pulled his boots on and then grabbed his shirt.
"As I recall, this setup was your idea." DG pulled the shirt over her head and frowned.
"Yes, because I am trying to protect your reputation."
"I didn't know my reputation needed protecting," Cain laughed.
"Well, it does," DG told him as she adjusted the collar of her nightshirt. "Last thing you need is people talking." Cain made a face and looked at her sideways.
"I think you're a little confused there, Sweetheart. Pretty certain it's not my reputation in question. Well, I guess I'll go down as the old man wooing the princess." DG grinned and pushed up to her knees.
"'Wooing', huh?" Cain grinned as she shifted toward the end of the bed and tugged on his shirt. Cain took her face in his hands and kissed her.
"I don't care what anyone says about me, Kiddo. But I do care what they say about you." DG dropped her eyes and straightened his buttons, not that they needed it. "Your family’s got enough to deal with right now. They don't need to know about us." DG frowned.
"What if I want them to know about us?" she asked quietly. Cain pulled her into another kiss and then pressed his cheek to hers.
"I'll be right by your side," he whispered back. "Now," he added, patting her backside, "best get dressed." Cain stepped away and DG huffed. "I'll see you at breakfast, Kiddo," he said, moving toward the door. Opening it slowly, Cain peeked into the hallway, winked back to DG and pulled the door shut behind him.
DG rolled her eyes and fell back to the bed with a sigh.
~*~
Almost ten minutes later, DG was standing in front of her closet in her bathrobe, fresh from a shower and trying to decide what to wear. There was a knock at her door, which promptly opened, revealing the Queen. "Hi, Mom," DG breathed, reaching for a random hanger.
The Queen stepped in and gave DG a smile, then kissed her cheek. "Good morning, dear." She eyed the yellow dress DG had pulled out and nodded her approval, then moved behind DG to one of the side chairs.
"How was your trip?"
"We must work out a better system," the Queen said as DG moved over to the dresser for her undergarments.
"What system?" she asked, glancing up from the sock drawer.
"Well," the Queen sighed, leaning back in the chair slightly, "there are only so many ideas I have for postponing a return trip. Especially with your sister along." DG looked at her mother with a slight frown and shook her head.
"Sorry, Mom, you've lost me."
"Well, I was trying to give you two a bit more time, this morning. But your sister was very insistent on coming home. Took a bit of effort to keep her from coming straight to your door when we got back." DG had frozen as her mother's words sunk in, to the point where she didn't see the sparkle in the Queen's eye.