Fanfiction: Tin Man (PG-13)
Title: The Road Less Traveled
Pairing/Characters: 'Ambrose', 'Lavender Eyes', Ahamo, Wyatt Cain, 'Adora' Cain; 'Lavender Eyes'/Ahamo, Wyatt/'Adora'/'Ambrose'
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Tin Man
Word Count: 2,136
Spoilers: Whole miniseries
Summary: Amber Rose says yes.
Notes/Warnings: AU! lionille wrote The Curious Case of the Mysteriously Missing Lady-in-Waiting In Training and andrealyn wrote The Path Not Taken and the two fics together gave me the idea of writing a fic where Ambrose/Glitch is born a woman and stays one. *grin*
Beta and plot-hole-poker: umbralillium
Sounding board: unicorn_catcher
Previous Chapter(s): 1. Rocky Beginning, 2. Smoothing the Way, 3. Hidden Bumps, 4. Getting Over the Bumps, 5. Roadwork Ahead!, 6. Repairing the Road, 7. Good Road, 8. Hairpin Bend, 9. At a Crossroads
The Road Less Traveled
10. Choosing a Road
"My answer is yes." Amber Rose's heart beat quickly and heavily in her chest as she waited for Wyatt and Adair's reaction.
Neither of them said anything at first, simply exchanging a glance she couldn't interpret. Then they looked back at her and Adair asked, "You are certain?"
"Very certain," she assured them, nervously twining her fingers together. "I admit that I have thought about it in the past, but considered it only a passing fancy."
Adair slid closer on the sofa, gently covering her hands with his. "We're glad."
"We're happy together and you've fit in so well with us," Wyatt added, from where he'd perched on the arm of the sofa next to her. "We want to share our happiness with you."
She gasped when Adair eased her into his lap, soon to be swallowed up in his warm kiss. Moaning against his lips, Amber Rose wound her arms around his shoulders, hardly noticing that Wyatt had sat down in her vacated spot and draped her legs across his lap. She arched her back when she felt a hand trail down from her shoulder to cup a breast through the fabric of her blouse. By the time Adair lifted his head, Amber Rose was breathless and light-headed, dizzy with desire. If they can make me feel like this just with a kiss… She shivered with pleasure at the thought, tilting her head up as Wyatt leaned in to kiss her as well. His lips weren't as full as Adair's, but his tongue was just as talented, a callused hand resting along her jaw. A slender hand slid down her back to sneak under her blouse, teasing the skin along her spine. She arched again, pressing her breasts against Wyatt's muscular chest. A mutual moan of pleasure escaped them and Adair made a whining sound in response.
Chuckling, Wyatt pulled back and turned to kiss Adair, smoothing his hand down Amber Rose's side to her hip, warm and pleasant. Amber Rose watched them, heat pooling in her stomach. Lightly and delicately, she smoothed her hands over each chest, exploring the similarities and differences through their shirts. After a long moment, the men pulled apart and rested their foreheads together, simply gazing into each other's eyes. They nodded in unison and gently pulled her in to rest her forehead against theirs, too. She blinked back tears at being included in such an intimate moment. Quietly, Wyatt asked, "Did you want to take this to the bedroom, Amber Rose, or wait a little longer?"
"Oh, gods, please don't make me wait," she whispered, not sure how she could stand to return to the palace aching and wanting.
"We have no intentions of making you wait if you're ready now," Adair assured her with a soft laugh, lightly squeezing his arm around her waist.
She smiled, relieved. "Thank you."
"Given that, perhaps it's time we took this to the bedroom," Wyatt suggested, his blue eyes already darkening with desire.
Adair grinned and nodded. "I heartily agree."
"Oh, yes, please," Amber Rose added, getting to her feet and tugging on their hands.
Chuckling, the two men rose together and scooped her up into their arms, startling her. Wyatt explained as they started for what Amber Rose guessed was the bedroom. "We can't really have a proper wedding, but we can observe some of the rituals of the honeymoon."
"Just don't drop me, please," she requested, kissing first Wyatt's cheek, and then Adair's.
The brunette grinned as they turned slightly so they could fit through the doorway to the bedroom. "If we do, it'll be onto a soft surface."
"Soft surfaces are--eep!" She shrieked when they gently tossed her onto the bed. Once she'd recovered, she noticed that it was a mess and the sheets smelled not only of both men, but also of sex. Turning, she buried her face in the nearest pillow to drink in the scent. "Mmm."
She sighed deeply when she felt a warm body press up against her back. Judging by the wide shoulders and narrow hips, it was Wyatt. She wiggled her bottom when she felt warm hardness pressing against it. "I didn't know you were a tease, Amber Rose."
"I may tease--" she replied, shifting to smile coyly at him over her shoulder "--but I will always satisfy."
Amber Rose turned her head when she felt Adair stretching out in front of her. His brown eyes were almost black as he cupped her cheek in one hand. "You realize we'll have to test that claim of yours, right?"
"Oh, I'm looking forward to it," she purred, pressing closer to him, gratified to feel a certain warm hardness against her stomach. "It seems you two will be quite able to satisfy, too."
Smirking, Adair started unbuttoning her blouse. Wyatt, in the meantime, swept her curls away from her neck and began nibbling and kissing the pale skin. Her eyelashes fluttered when Adair pushed the blouse aside and leaned in to kiss her breasts, tracing them with his tongue. With the two men doing their very best to distract and pleasure her, coherent thought abandoned Amber Rose and she, in turn, abandoned herself to the tender, loving mercies of her lovers. This was the right decision...
* * *
Wyatt woke first that evening from their impromptu nap. He smiled to see Amber Rose snuggled in Adair's arms, black curls a tangled mess. That's going to be a problem later... Carefully, he extracted himself from the bed and pulled on his pants. Stretching a little, he went into the kitchen to begin making dinner. If there was one thing he knew about Adair, it was that he was always hungry after an afternoon of lovemaking. He hummed to himself as he began mixing batter for pancakes, not even jumping when a pair of slender arms slipped around his waist. "What are you doing up?"
"Adair always wants food afterwards," Wyatt explained, setting the batter aside and pulling out the griddle, setting it to preheat. "Especially pancakes."
Amber Rose kissed Wyatt's back, right between his shoulder blades. "Mmm, you know the way to our hearts."
"You're hungry, too?" he asked with a grin, squeezing her hands briefly before he began spooning batter onto the griddle.
He felt her smile against his skin. "Mmm, but not exactly for food."
"Patience." He finished spooning the first batch of batter and set the bowl on the counter. Then he turned and pulled Amber Rose into a warm kiss.
She moaned and melted into the kiss, her arms tightening around his waist. After a few moments, Wyatt felt another pair of hands come to rest on his back and Amber Rose moaned again, louder this time. Lifting his head, he smirked at Adair, his eyes sleepy and his hair tousled. "Didn't even wait for me, did you?"
"Can you blame me when Wyatt looks so delicious?" Amber Rose asked as the blond turned to the stove to check on the pancakes.
Adair chuckled and Wyatt felt the loss when the other two moved away, though the sight of Amber Rose in Adair's shirt and nothing else sort of made up for it. The brunette smirked and kissed her cheek. "No, I can't blame you at all, Amber."
"Mmm, I like that nickname," she murmured, leaning into him as Wyatt continued to cook. "Just please don't call me Rose. That's the princesses' name for me."
Wyatt exchanged an amused glance with Adair. "We'll remember."
"Good." She sighed as Adair began nibbling at her neck.
The pancakes were finished not long afterwards, but not without some distraction on the cook's part. Instead of eating at the table, however, the two men had Amber Rose perch on the counter and the three of them fed each other bites of pancake, licking syrup off fingers and cheeks. Once the food was gone, Wyatt and Adair led Amber Rose to the bathroom. While Adair started the shower and adjusted the water temperature, Wyatt helped Amber Rose out of the shirt, kissing and licking along the way. She, in turn, helped both men out of their pants, her eyes gleaming when she saw that both were more than half-hard already.
Exchanging kisses and caresses, the trio climbed into the shower. Though the shower was meant to clean them up, they did more teasing and taunting than actual cleaning. Not that any of them really minded. It was much more fun than showering alone. By the time they turned the shower off and tumbled into bed, they were more than ready for more lovemaking.
* * *
Amber Rose woke slowly, muscles pleasantly sore, and comfortably ensconced between two warm male bodies. Smiling, she stretched up and kissed Wyatt's temple and Adair's cheek. That done, she carefully eased out from between them, gathered up her clothes, and slipped into the bathroom to get ready for the day. She'd have loved nothing better than to stay with Wyatt and Adair, but she had to get back to the palace. She grunted when she realized how tangled her hair had gotten. Stupid curls!
"Amber?" Wyatt's voice accompanied the knock on the door. "Can I come in?"
She nodded even though he couldn't see her through the door. "Yes, it's all right, Wyatt."
"Something wrong?" he asked, opening the door and slipping inside.
"My hair is a mess." She tugged at the tangled curls. "I hadn't thought it could get this bad."
Wyatt stood behind her, gazing her in the mirror. "I thought about that last evening, but you two distracted me a little."
"A little?" She arched an eyebrow, turning to look up at him directly.
He laughed, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose. "Okay, a lot."
"It's going to be a nightmare to untangle," she sighed, turning back to the mirror.
Wyatt grabbed her hand and gently tugged. "Come on. I think Adair and I can help with that."
"Any help would be appreciated." She followed him into the bedroom, where Adair was waiting with hairbrushes. "You planned this?"
He grinned and guided her to sit down at the dressing table. "Of course. It's all part of being with us. It's not just about the sex."
"Though that was amazing," Adair added as they began to brush her hair, patiently untangling the curls. "You'll certainly have to visit more often."
Amber Rose blushed and smiled. "Thank you. I certainly plan to do that."
"We look forward to it," Wyatt replied, focusing on the curls in front of him.
Not only did Wyatt and Adair successfully untangle Amber Rose's curls, but they managed it without too much tugging. Her hair taken care of, the Royal Advisor finished getting ready, but hesitated at the door. She turned to look at them, already missing them. Without a word, they reached out and she stepped into their embrace, wrapping her arms around them. "I'll come back as soon as I can."
"You're always welcome here," Adair murmured, kissing her forehead.
Wyatt kissed her cheek. "You don't even have to knock anymore."
"Thanks." She kissed each of them sweetly and softly before forcing herself to leave.
She drove back to the palace and thanked the footman who opened the door for her, handing him the keys. He took them while she climbed the steps to re-enter the palace. "I take it your meeting went well?"
"Hello, Majesty." The Royal Advisor curtsied to the Queen, her cheeks warm. "Yes, my meeting went quite well."
Violetta smiled as she stepped forward and slipped her arm through her friend's. "I'm glad to hear it. I can see already that you're very happy."
"The hardest part was leaving," Amber Rose admitted as they made their way to the Royal Family's private rooms. "I've always felt at home with them, but even more so now."
The Queen didn't answer right away, looking thoughtful for a few moments. Once they'd entered the private apartments, she asked, "Do you think they would be willing to move to the palace?"
"I don't know, Vi." The Royal Advisor considered that idea. "I think they'd only agree if they felt they had earned it in some way."
Violetta smiled playfully. "They've made you very happy. I'd say they've earned it."
Amber Rose blushed deeply at that. "I can suggest the idea to them, but something tells me they won't agree."
"Well, as the Royal Advisor, your presence in or near the palace is required," the Queen pointed out gently. "Perhaps they'd agree to live in the little cottage on the grounds?"
She smiled, rather liking the way her friend thought. "I think they would agree to that."
"That's good to know." Violetta returned the smile and they continued on to join the rest of the Royal Family.
End Chapter
A/N2: For the record, if people want a visual image for Adair, picture Dr. Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. For lots of pictures of him and the actor in other roles, go here. I have a hair fetish, so this picspam made me very happy. I especially like the season two hair. That's about how I visualize Adair's hair. Amber Rose is pretty much Alan Cumming with longer hair and boobs. I made a series of "dolls" of Amber Rose that you can find here.
Pairing/Characters: 'Ambrose', 'Lavender Eyes', Ahamo, Wyatt Cain, 'Adora' Cain; 'Lavender Eyes'/Ahamo, Wyatt/'Adora'/'Ambrose'
Rating: PG-13
Fandom: Tin Man
Word Count: 2,136
Spoilers: Whole miniseries
Summary: Amber Rose says yes.
Notes/Warnings: AU! lionille wrote The Curious Case of the Mysteriously Missing Lady-in-Waiting In Training and andrealyn wrote The Path Not Taken and the two fics together gave me the idea of writing a fic where Ambrose/Glitch is born a woman and stays one. *grin*
Beta and plot-hole-poker: umbralillium
Sounding board: unicorn_catcher
Previous Chapter(s): 1. Rocky Beginning, 2. Smoothing the Way, 3. Hidden Bumps, 4. Getting Over the Bumps, 5. Roadwork Ahead!, 6. Repairing the Road, 7. Good Road, 8. Hairpin Bend, 9. At a Crossroads
The Road Less Traveled
10. Choosing a Road
"My answer is yes." Amber Rose's heart beat quickly and heavily in her chest as she waited for Wyatt and Adair's reaction.
Neither of them said anything at first, simply exchanging a glance she couldn't interpret. Then they looked back at her and Adair asked, "You are certain?"
"Very certain," she assured them, nervously twining her fingers together. "I admit that I have thought about it in the past, but considered it only a passing fancy."
Adair slid closer on the sofa, gently covering her hands with his. "We're glad."
"We're happy together and you've fit in so well with us," Wyatt added, from where he'd perched on the arm of the sofa next to her. "We want to share our happiness with you."
She gasped when Adair eased her into his lap, soon to be swallowed up in his warm kiss. Moaning against his lips, Amber Rose wound her arms around his shoulders, hardly noticing that Wyatt had sat down in her vacated spot and draped her legs across his lap. She arched her back when she felt a hand trail down from her shoulder to cup a breast through the fabric of her blouse. By the time Adair lifted his head, Amber Rose was breathless and light-headed, dizzy with desire. If they can make me feel like this just with a kiss… She shivered with pleasure at the thought, tilting her head up as Wyatt leaned in to kiss her as well. His lips weren't as full as Adair's, but his tongue was just as talented, a callused hand resting along her jaw. A slender hand slid down her back to sneak under her blouse, teasing the skin along her spine. She arched again, pressing her breasts against Wyatt's muscular chest. A mutual moan of pleasure escaped them and Adair made a whining sound in response.
Chuckling, Wyatt pulled back and turned to kiss Adair, smoothing his hand down Amber Rose's side to her hip, warm and pleasant. Amber Rose watched them, heat pooling in her stomach. Lightly and delicately, she smoothed her hands over each chest, exploring the similarities and differences through their shirts. After a long moment, the men pulled apart and rested their foreheads together, simply gazing into each other's eyes. They nodded in unison and gently pulled her in to rest her forehead against theirs, too. She blinked back tears at being included in such an intimate moment. Quietly, Wyatt asked, "Did you want to take this to the bedroom, Amber Rose, or wait a little longer?"
"Oh, gods, please don't make me wait," she whispered, not sure how she could stand to return to the palace aching and wanting.
"We have no intentions of making you wait if you're ready now," Adair assured her with a soft laugh, lightly squeezing his arm around her waist.
She smiled, relieved. "Thank you."
"Given that, perhaps it's time we took this to the bedroom," Wyatt suggested, his blue eyes already darkening with desire.
Adair grinned and nodded. "I heartily agree."
"Oh, yes, please," Amber Rose added, getting to her feet and tugging on their hands.
Chuckling, the two men rose together and scooped her up into their arms, startling her. Wyatt explained as they started for what Amber Rose guessed was the bedroom. "We can't really have a proper wedding, but we can observe some of the rituals of the honeymoon."
"Just don't drop me, please," she requested, kissing first Wyatt's cheek, and then Adair's.
The brunette grinned as they turned slightly so they could fit through the doorway to the bedroom. "If we do, it'll be onto a soft surface."
"Soft surfaces are--eep!" She shrieked when they gently tossed her onto the bed. Once she'd recovered, she noticed that it was a mess and the sheets smelled not only of both men, but also of sex. Turning, she buried her face in the nearest pillow to drink in the scent. "Mmm."
She sighed deeply when she felt a warm body press up against her back. Judging by the wide shoulders and narrow hips, it was Wyatt. She wiggled her bottom when she felt warm hardness pressing against it. "I didn't know you were a tease, Amber Rose."
"I may tease--" she replied, shifting to smile coyly at him over her shoulder "--but I will always satisfy."
Amber Rose turned her head when she felt Adair stretching out in front of her. His brown eyes were almost black as he cupped her cheek in one hand. "You realize we'll have to test that claim of yours, right?"
"Oh, I'm looking forward to it," she purred, pressing closer to him, gratified to feel a certain warm hardness against her stomach. "It seems you two will be quite able to satisfy, too."
Smirking, Adair started unbuttoning her blouse. Wyatt, in the meantime, swept her curls away from her neck and began nibbling and kissing the pale skin. Her eyelashes fluttered when Adair pushed the blouse aside and leaned in to kiss her breasts, tracing them with his tongue. With the two men doing their very best to distract and pleasure her, coherent thought abandoned Amber Rose and she, in turn, abandoned herself to the tender, loving mercies of her lovers. This was the right decision...
* * *
Wyatt woke first that evening from their impromptu nap. He smiled to see Amber Rose snuggled in Adair's arms, black curls a tangled mess. That's going to be a problem later... Carefully, he extracted himself from the bed and pulled on his pants. Stretching a little, he went into the kitchen to begin making dinner. If there was one thing he knew about Adair, it was that he was always hungry after an afternoon of lovemaking. He hummed to himself as he began mixing batter for pancakes, not even jumping when a pair of slender arms slipped around his waist. "What are you doing up?"
"Adair always wants food afterwards," Wyatt explained, setting the batter aside and pulling out the griddle, setting it to preheat. "Especially pancakes."
Amber Rose kissed Wyatt's back, right between his shoulder blades. "Mmm, you know the way to our hearts."
"You're hungry, too?" he asked with a grin, squeezing her hands briefly before he began spooning batter onto the griddle.
He felt her smile against his skin. "Mmm, but not exactly for food."
"Patience." He finished spooning the first batch of batter and set the bowl on the counter. Then he turned and pulled Amber Rose into a warm kiss.
She moaned and melted into the kiss, her arms tightening around his waist. After a few moments, Wyatt felt another pair of hands come to rest on his back and Amber Rose moaned again, louder this time. Lifting his head, he smirked at Adair, his eyes sleepy and his hair tousled. "Didn't even wait for me, did you?"
"Can you blame me when Wyatt looks so delicious?" Amber Rose asked as the blond turned to the stove to check on the pancakes.
Adair chuckled and Wyatt felt the loss when the other two moved away, though the sight of Amber Rose in Adair's shirt and nothing else sort of made up for it. The brunette smirked and kissed her cheek. "No, I can't blame you at all, Amber."
"Mmm, I like that nickname," she murmured, leaning into him as Wyatt continued to cook. "Just please don't call me Rose. That's the princesses' name for me."
Wyatt exchanged an amused glance with Adair. "We'll remember."
"Good." She sighed as Adair began nibbling at her neck.
The pancakes were finished not long afterwards, but not without some distraction on the cook's part. Instead of eating at the table, however, the two men had Amber Rose perch on the counter and the three of them fed each other bites of pancake, licking syrup off fingers and cheeks. Once the food was gone, Wyatt and Adair led Amber Rose to the bathroom. While Adair started the shower and adjusted the water temperature, Wyatt helped Amber Rose out of the shirt, kissing and licking along the way. She, in turn, helped both men out of their pants, her eyes gleaming when she saw that both were more than half-hard already.
Exchanging kisses and caresses, the trio climbed into the shower. Though the shower was meant to clean them up, they did more teasing and taunting than actual cleaning. Not that any of them really minded. It was much more fun than showering alone. By the time they turned the shower off and tumbled into bed, they were more than ready for more lovemaking.
* * *
Amber Rose woke slowly, muscles pleasantly sore, and comfortably ensconced between two warm male bodies. Smiling, she stretched up and kissed Wyatt's temple and Adair's cheek. That done, she carefully eased out from between them, gathered up her clothes, and slipped into the bathroom to get ready for the day. She'd have loved nothing better than to stay with Wyatt and Adair, but she had to get back to the palace. She grunted when she realized how tangled her hair had gotten. Stupid curls!
"Amber?" Wyatt's voice accompanied the knock on the door. "Can I come in?"
She nodded even though he couldn't see her through the door. "Yes, it's all right, Wyatt."
"Something wrong?" he asked, opening the door and slipping inside.
"My hair is a mess." She tugged at the tangled curls. "I hadn't thought it could get this bad."
Wyatt stood behind her, gazing her in the mirror. "I thought about that last evening, but you two distracted me a little."
"A little?" She arched an eyebrow, turning to look up at him directly.
He laughed, leaning down to kiss the tip of her nose. "Okay, a lot."
"It's going to be a nightmare to untangle," she sighed, turning back to the mirror.
Wyatt grabbed her hand and gently tugged. "Come on. I think Adair and I can help with that."
"Any help would be appreciated." She followed him into the bedroom, where Adair was waiting with hairbrushes. "You planned this?"
He grinned and guided her to sit down at the dressing table. "Of course. It's all part of being with us. It's not just about the sex."
"Though that was amazing," Adair added as they began to brush her hair, patiently untangling the curls. "You'll certainly have to visit more often."
Amber Rose blushed and smiled. "Thank you. I certainly plan to do that."
"We look forward to it," Wyatt replied, focusing on the curls in front of him.
Not only did Wyatt and Adair successfully untangle Amber Rose's curls, but they managed it without too much tugging. Her hair taken care of, the Royal Advisor finished getting ready, but hesitated at the door. She turned to look at them, already missing them. Without a word, they reached out and she stepped into their embrace, wrapping her arms around them. "I'll come back as soon as I can."
"You're always welcome here," Adair murmured, kissing her forehead.
Wyatt kissed her cheek. "You don't even have to knock anymore."
"Thanks." She kissed each of them sweetly and softly before forcing herself to leave.
She drove back to the palace and thanked the footman who opened the door for her, handing him the keys. He took them while she climbed the steps to re-enter the palace. "I take it your meeting went well?"
"Hello, Majesty." The Royal Advisor curtsied to the Queen, her cheeks warm. "Yes, my meeting went quite well."
Violetta smiled as she stepped forward and slipped her arm through her friend's. "I'm glad to hear it. I can see already that you're very happy."
"The hardest part was leaving," Amber Rose admitted as they made their way to the Royal Family's private rooms. "I've always felt at home with them, but even more so now."
The Queen didn't answer right away, looking thoughtful for a few moments. Once they'd entered the private apartments, she asked, "Do you think they would be willing to move to the palace?"
"I don't know, Vi." The Royal Advisor considered that idea. "I think they'd only agree if they felt they had earned it in some way."
Violetta smiled playfully. "They've made you very happy. I'd say they've earned it."
Amber Rose blushed deeply at that. "I can suggest the idea to them, but something tells me they won't agree."
"Well, as the Royal Advisor, your presence in or near the palace is required," the Queen pointed out gently. "Perhaps they'd agree to live in the little cottage on the grounds?"
She smiled, rather liking the way her friend thought. "I think they would agree to that."
"That's good to know." Violetta returned the smile and they continued on to join the rest of the Royal Family.
End Chapter
A/N2: For the record, if people want a visual image for Adair, picture Dr. Spencer Reid from Criminal Minds. For lots of pictures of him and the actor in other roles, go here. I have a hair fetish, so this picspam made me very happy. I especially like the season two hair. That's about how I visualize Adair's hair. Amber Rose is pretty much Alan Cumming with longer hair and boobs. I made a series of "dolls" of Amber Rose that you can find here.