Benefits
Title: Benefits - Free 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
A/N: Okay. Finally time to step back for the bigger picture for a second, but I promise there’s a couch later. PS-this was hastily edited in the interest of posting before I leave. Sorry.
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It was exactly one week later that DG inadvertently found herself in the much thought about piano room.
The nervous twitch of her lips and the giggle that escaped her at the sight of the couch went unnoticed by most as she was ushered in the room by her parents so they could all hear a guest play for them.
The Tin Man stared at it for a second before meeting her eyes. They shared a look before he shook his head at her trying to suppress a smile as he made his way to a corner of the room away from her.
She just KNEW she was blushing.
They hadn’t had much of a chance to speak since the wedding last weekend at the Northern Isle. When they had, there was still the same lighthearted banter but there was a new undertone in their conversations. Not always in words, but DG noticed more subtleties in body language and the looks she saw from Wyatt. There was a new evaluation of each other in each passing. She had a not a clue what he was thinking, but she often found herself wondering what she should try with the man next.
She had always loved their camaraderie. He, Glitch, and Raw were still nearby even nine months after the Eclipse. It had just been easy for them to slide into place alongside of her. Glitch’s cousin was the one getting married last week, and Raw had become a sort of companion of DG’s. Glitch and his brain helped her and her family put the political side of the country back together while Raw helped with the cultural aspects of life in the OZ and just keeping her focused and calm in the chaos that was now her world.
Wyatt took it upon himself to organize security for the royal family and recently began putting the Tin Man program back together with his son. Though Jeb was the primary person running the Tin Men, Wyatt had been busy lately consulting with him and trying to slowly faze himself out of a bodyguard position and into more of a supervising role at the palace.
And DG thought that she was very good at coming up with ways to help the man fill up his free time. There were the events her family needed him to secure, the family trips that somehow included him, and the occasional project she came up with that only he could assist with. Her eyes found the couch again.
And now she had an entirely new playground.
The back of her neck tingled and she got the feeling that she was being watched. She glanced up at Cain, but found him watching the pianist. Her face fell slightly. She began scanning the room until her eyes fell on her sister who was staring back.
They shared a smile and then Az looked at the man playing piano and rolled her eyes. DG’s smile widened.
Azkadellia.
Fallen Princess of the realm. Saved from an ancient evil. Reformed dictator sanctioned to become future Queen of the OZ within the next year. And therefore…most desirable bachelorette in the country. The irony was not lost on the sisters. Going from most hated and feared to most dear and wanted in a matter of weeks. People couldn’t get enough of her tragic story.
And clearly the drooling suitors, like Sir-Plays-A-Lot here, were starting to wear on her dear sister.
She gave her a sympathetic smile but movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Wyatt had turned his head and now had it propped up in his hand, elbow resting on the armrest of the chair he had sunk into. He was slowly looking from her high heels, along her crossed legs, up her torso, up to where half of her curls were hanging from the clip on the back of her head, and finally to her thoroughly amused face.
************* 6 Hours Later **************
DG stealthily ran down the hallway and slipped inside the third door on the right, locking it behind her. She took a few steps forward and scanned the room, which was dark, save for the roaring fire in front of a dark green velvet couch.
“Took you long enough.” Wyatt glanced up from pushing a log into place with a half smile gracing his face. He took in her appearance in the glow of the fire and the smile faded. He set the fire poker back in its holder. “What’s wrong?”
She took a few steps towards him.
“I think the guard may have noticed me sneaking out of my room.” She fidgeted with her hands. Wyatt’s shoulders slumped minutely.
“It’s what they’re trained to do,” he said with a scowl. Her lips twitched.
“Taught by the best,” she agreed. He gave her a dry look.
“Mmmmm…so we don’t have much time, do we?” He took a dramatic deep breath. “Alright…”
He began untucking his shirt and then unbuttoning the top couple of buttons. DG didn’t fight her smile before walking over to him. As he raised his arms to pull his shirt off the rest of the way, she tugged at his belt. His arms stopped their forceful movement so as not to hit her, and gently pulled it the rest of the way off. As his arms lowered and he dropped it to the side, she unfastened his pants.
She knew he was watching her face, and she pursed her lips, fighting a smile under his scrutiny. She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, but found her bangs to be in the way. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision but it didn’t completely work.
Wyatt’s eyes went to her hairline and he raised a hand to brush them to the side, a faint smirk on his face. DG went very still. His hand then moved to the back of her head and found the clip in her hair. She felt it loosen with a click and then the tension in the top half of her hair was released. Wyatt’s fingers threaded through it from the base of her skull and up.
Her eyes fell closed as he massaged her scalp. As he continued, the rest of her curls fell into place where gravity could not help. He removed his hand, only to cup her jaw as he slid his other hand around her waist, pulling her closer. She opened her eyes only to find his face incredibly close with his eyes boring into hers.
Well this wasn’t dangerous.
It took her a moment to blink out of her haze. And then she smiled at him, brushing her fingertips over his lower abdomen. He inhaled and tensed, glancing down briefly. Her smile widened at getting him to break first.
Back to business.
She maneuvered him so his back was to the couch and then pushed him away. The back of his legs bumped against it and he sat down awkwardly. He gave her an unconvincing look of warning and she just kept smiling. Her fingertips found the hem of her shirt and she quickly whipped it up an over her head.
She watched as his eyes roamed over her newly revealed skin and the bra she was wearing. She wasted no time in unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor to reveal her matching thong. Though he didn’t have long to admire it before she was stepping out of her skirt, taking a step towards him still in her high heels, and leaning over him with a hand on either side of his legs. She lowered herself to her knees on the floor in front of him, eyes flashing, having finally caught his gaze again.
A hint of a smile played on her lips as she ran her hands up his leg from his knees to his hips and back. She noted a slight bulge near his unfastened pants, but ignored it for the time being. Then she looked down as she ran her hands down his calves. They found the heel of his shoes and pulled them off of his feet. He watched as she ran her hands back up under his pant legs past the top of his socks and back down again pulling them off as she went.
This time she ran her hands up past his knees and over the tops of his thighs, letting her thumbs brush the more prominent bulge in his pants before flattening her hands over his stomach and meeting his eyes. The lust she saw there was empowering. She leaned back, her fingertips catching his pants and underwear on their return trip. He lifted his hips to help and she quickly tossed the rest of his clothing to the side.
“It’s cold,” he commented offhandedly. She looked before she could help herself. Her brow furrowed and then made a face at him.
“Doesn’t look like it to me?”
He breathed a laugh at her incredulousness and motioned for her to come up to his level.
“Not what I meant,” he muttered before he leaned forward to run his hands down her sides. She put her hands on his shoulders as they faltered a bit over her bare ass. They eventually roamed to the back of her legs before lifting her off the floor and into his lap. “There…” he whispered as she situated her knees on either side of him and squirmed closer. “That’s much better.”
She smiled as his fingers trailed around her waist along the fabric of her thong and then spread out over her cheeks as he confirmed that the fabric that should be there wasn’t.
“Do you approve?” She arched her back and pressed into his hands as he squeezed her briefly.
“I believe I do.” He surged forward, moving so he was sitting on the edge of the couch and pulled her snugly against him. She gasped at the feeling of him suddenly pressing against her. “But I may need a better demonstration…” She ground her hips against him.
“Maybe later…”
“Or maybe next time…” he muttered before leaning in to press kisses along her collarbone. She smiled involuntarily at his words. One of his hands moved up the center of her back and he moved to twist them onto the couch.
“Wait.”
He stopped and DG twisted to reach for a nearby pillow. She put it behind Wyatt and twisted and grabbed the pillow from the other end. That too went behind him and then she pushed him back by his shoulders. She gave him a moment to assess their situation.
Her knees could fit comfortably on either side of him on the couch with plenty of leverage, while he was lounging comfortably and had a spectacular view. His eyes were appraising her with an odd look and a hint of mirth as his hands ghosted up her sides.
“Come here often?”
She laughed huskily at his pun and leaned closer at the urging of his hands on her shoulders.
“We’ll see, won’t we…”
She began rocking her hips against his. Then she moved her hands down his arms to his. She guided them to her breasts and then trailed her fingers down his arms again as he took over his own motions. Hers ran down his chest, over his stomach, and up her legs to splay over her own stomach. She slid one of her hands beneath the fabric of her thong and moaned, closing her eyes. She knew he would watch as her fingers began to move in circles and dip lower. And she did this all without stopping the motion of her hips moving her up and down his erection.
“You’re killing me right now.”
She opened her eyes and slowly withdrew her hand, sure to trail a shiny line of moisture on her skin as she did.
“Sorry, did you want me to stop?” She knew she was being mean but dammit she missed being able to tease a person this way.
“Left front pocket. Condom.”
He nodded to his pants on the floor behind her, urgency in his tone. She turned to look at them and then back at him with a smile. She moved his hands to the tops of her thighs and then leaned straight back, reaching for his pants while she was essentially hanging upside down.
He groaned loudly at the sight of her stretched out before him, showing off her flexibility. She came back up, victorious, and studiously avoided his eyes as she unhurriedly tore open the packet and rolled on the condom.
Only to then be engulfed by a lustful Tin Man.
His arms surrounded her as he lunged forward and his mouth trailed hot kisses down her chest as she was forced to lean back again. What she WASN’T expecting, was for him to continue their movement, completely sliding off of the couch and pressing her back into the soft rug in front of the fireplace. He was almost a blur of motion as he pushed his shoes out of their way and swept his pants to the side so the area was clear.
He tugged a bra strap down over her shoulder and sealed his lips over a nipple before she could protest their new position. She moaned loudly and ran her fingers through his hair, almost anchoring his mouth there.
Clearly she had pushed one too many buttons.
A hand kneaded her other breast but DG was a little more focused on the other hand of his pulling her thong to the side and dipping first a finger in and then two. His mouth switched to her other breast and tugged at it with his teeth briefly before soothing it with his tongue.
It was too much and not enough at the same time. She grasped at his shoulders and tried to urge him upward. His mouth moved up towards her neck and then along her jaw. He almost kissed the corner of her mouth but backed off just as fast.
“Dammit. Sorry,” he gasped right before he withdrew his fingers and pushed himself inside of her in one go.
She called out, eyes rolling into the back of her head in ecstasy. He stayed still for a minute as they both panted and took a moment to compose themselves. She was already so close.
“Feels so fucking good,” she heard him moan in her ear. Her legs tightened around him and her hands reached down to his ass. She squeezed it hard, making his hips jerk towards her.
“Make me scream,” she whispered in his ear.
He pressed his nose into her hair, panting for a moment, but then he began to move his hips. He rocked slowly in and out with DG’s hands slightly guiding him. But then she began trailing her hands up his back and opened her eyes.
And while DG knew of the advantage having sex gave women, as far as evening out the height difference, DG was still surprised to find that her shoulders were relatively even with Wyatt’s. She knew this was an odd thought to have at that moment, of all moments, but she couldn’t escape it because of how she usually felt dwarfed by the man. He was taller, with wide shoulders, and a generous build while she was skinny and all limbs. But now?
They just fit.
Fortunately for her, Wyatt was a good distraction, and quickly driving her up to the edge of oblivion. While one elbow was planted on the floor near her shoulder, the other kept skimming up and down her side, down her leg, up to her breast, never stopping for more than a few seconds. She felt tingly all over and tried digging her nails into his back to keep her grounded.
His breathing changed and he groaned a moment before seeking revenge by biting and sucking on her neck and shoulder. She moaned and moved one hand to the back of his neck while she held their chests together with the other clamped around his back.
It had been awhile since she had been this close to someone. Being able to feel them against her from head to toe. The friction between them as he drove into her felt so unbelievably good.
He must have noticed the little noises she was making because he eventually shifted so that his hand was anchored to her hip and began pumping faster. He leaned up slightly so he could see her face, but she kept her eyes squeezed shut. She was almost there. And then so was his hand.
His fingers seemed to vibrate over her and then she was calling out, pressing her face into his neck to muffle the sound, and clamping around him riding out the incredible storm as he slowed and settled back over her. Now with both of his elbows propping him up slightly on either side of her, he put his hands between her shoulders and the rug, wrapping his fingers around the tops.
Her first instinct was to be opposed to this closeness given their moment earlier, but something stayed her protest. She felt surrounded. She felt…safe.
As her eyes fluttered open, they found his. She was still trying to catch her breath and that all she could do was watch him. A hint of a smile played on his lips and she could tell he was trying to choose his words carefully.
“Welcome back.”
Smug man.
“I could be saying the same if we had stayed on the couch.” His smile grew.
“You seem to be quite attached to the idea of this couch.” He shifted so he slid out of her. Apparently she missed the part where he got his end too. “Makes a man wonder…”
She studied his face and noted the slightest hint of jealousy. A smile spread slowly across her face.
“Why, Mr. Cain…” She chuckled. “Are you asking me about my past relationships with…couches?” His eyes skipped away, smiling and fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you.” She looked at the couch behind him briefly. “I’ve had only one relationship with a couch, but more than one relationship with a man.” His eyes flashed to hers. Hers merely twinkled with delight. “Or maybe it was the other way around.” He now gave her an unimpressed look, but she could tell he knew he was being goaded. “One man, multiple couches.”
“Uh huh…”
Her expression fell flat. In an instant she unhooked one leg from around his waist and pushed so they were rolled over and she had him pinned down with his wrists next to his head.
“What are you trying to say?” She asked him with hint of a smile, eyes daring him to piss her off. His eyes flashed with lust as she took the upper hand and she began to lightly brush her hips against him, pleased to note that he was still half hard. “That I’m too much of a tease for just one man?” She leaned down, brushing her chest against his, moving her hands up his wrists to link fingers with him, and whispered in his ear. “Or that I know too much for any one man to teach me?”
It wasn’t like she was taught by the b-
“Shit! The guards!” She sat up abruptly, pulling her bra into place and looking for her clothes.
“Fuck,” he muttered, sitting up as well. An unexpected thrill ran down her spine. She stopped trying to move and looked back at him.
“God, I love it when you swear.”
A strained laugh escaped him.
“You elicit all sorts of surprising responses from me, Princess.” Her eyes flashed to his at the use of her title, a scowl appearing on her face. He knew she didn’t like him calling her that.
She punched his shoulder and then lunged for her shirt. She tugged it on and glanced around for her skirt. Wyatt was standing, having tossed the condom in the fire and was pulling up his pants. After fastening them he bent down to retrieve his shirt and shoes. He glanced at her briefly still sitting on the floor.
“Sorry about the couch.”
She rolled her eyes.
“What IS it with you and apologizing?” She pointed to the spot they were laying a minute ago. “Was I complaining?”
That same shy yet proud smile from last time came over his face. He raised his eyes to hers.
“Point taken.”
She sighed and finally managed to look past the half naked man and spot her skirt on the floor just past him. She smirked.
Demonstration time?
She stood and walked deliberately in front of him to her skirt before bending down at the waist to pick it up. Behind her, Wyatt dropped a shoe. She straightened and stepped into her skirt, shimmying it up and zipping it before glancing over her shoulder at him.
He looked utterly devastated standing there shirtless, mouth open, and only one of his shoes in hand.
“I really hate the guards right now,” he mumbled.
She smiled and turned towards him, and took a step closer to place a hand on his jaw.
“You have only yourself to blame,” she said, patting him on the cheek as she moved past. He half-heartedly growled.
“I’m pretty sure I can blame you for some of it.”
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A/N: OH EM GEE this was so LOOONNGGG. And Cain, DG, and I got into many many arguments…but I’m pretty sure Cain won. Also, I will be taking a brief hiatus over New Years weekend to visit with friends. AKA: no writing time. Hopefully this can hold you over for a while.
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
A/N: Okay. Finally time to step back for the bigger picture for a second, but I promise there’s a couch later. PS-this was hastily edited in the interest of posting before I leave. Sorry.
TMTMTMTMTMTMTMTMTM
It was exactly one week later that DG inadvertently found herself in the much thought about piano room.
The nervous twitch of her lips and the giggle that escaped her at the sight of the couch went unnoticed by most as she was ushered in the room by her parents so they could all hear a guest play for them.
The Tin Man stared at it for a second before meeting her eyes. They shared a look before he shook his head at her trying to suppress a smile as he made his way to a corner of the room away from her.
She just KNEW she was blushing.
They hadn’t had much of a chance to speak since the wedding last weekend at the Northern Isle. When they had, there was still the same lighthearted banter but there was a new undertone in their conversations. Not always in words, but DG noticed more subtleties in body language and the looks she saw from Wyatt. There was a new evaluation of each other in each passing. She had a not a clue what he was thinking, but she often found herself wondering what she should try with the man next.
She had always loved their camaraderie. He, Glitch, and Raw were still nearby even nine months after the Eclipse. It had just been easy for them to slide into place alongside of her. Glitch’s cousin was the one getting married last week, and Raw had become a sort of companion of DG’s. Glitch and his brain helped her and her family put the political side of the country back together while Raw helped with the cultural aspects of life in the OZ and just keeping her focused and calm in the chaos that was now her world.
Wyatt took it upon himself to organize security for the royal family and recently began putting the Tin Man program back together with his son. Though Jeb was the primary person running the Tin Men, Wyatt had been busy lately consulting with him and trying to slowly faze himself out of a bodyguard position and into more of a supervising role at the palace.
And DG thought that she was very good at coming up with ways to help the man fill up his free time. There were the events her family needed him to secure, the family trips that somehow included him, and the occasional project she came up with that only he could assist with. Her eyes found the couch again.
And now she had an entirely new playground.
The back of her neck tingled and she got the feeling that she was being watched. She glanced up at Cain, but found him watching the pianist. Her face fell slightly. She began scanning the room until her eyes fell on her sister who was staring back.
They shared a smile and then Az looked at the man playing piano and rolled her eyes. DG’s smile widened.
Azkadellia.
Fallen Princess of the realm. Saved from an ancient evil. Reformed dictator sanctioned to become future Queen of the OZ within the next year. And therefore…most desirable bachelorette in the country. The irony was not lost on the sisters. Going from most hated and feared to most dear and wanted in a matter of weeks. People couldn’t get enough of her tragic story.
And clearly the drooling suitors, like Sir-Plays-A-Lot here, were starting to wear on her dear sister.
She gave her a sympathetic smile but movement out of the corner of her eye caught her attention. Wyatt had turned his head and now had it propped up in his hand, elbow resting on the armrest of the chair he had sunk into. He was slowly looking from her high heels, along her crossed legs, up her torso, up to where half of her curls were hanging from the clip on the back of her head, and finally to her thoroughly amused face.
************* 6 Hours Later **************
DG stealthily ran down the hallway and slipped inside the third door on the right, locking it behind her. She took a few steps forward and scanned the room, which was dark, save for the roaring fire in front of a dark green velvet couch.
“Took you long enough.” Wyatt glanced up from pushing a log into place with a half smile gracing his face. He took in her appearance in the glow of the fire and the smile faded. He set the fire poker back in its holder. “What’s wrong?”
She took a few steps towards him.
“I think the guard may have noticed me sneaking out of my room.” She fidgeted with her hands. Wyatt’s shoulders slumped minutely.
“It’s what they’re trained to do,” he said with a scowl. Her lips twitched.
“Taught by the best,” she agreed. He gave her a dry look.
“Mmmmm…so we don’t have much time, do we?” He took a dramatic deep breath. “Alright…”
He began untucking his shirt and then unbuttoning the top couple of buttons. DG didn’t fight her smile before walking over to him. As he raised his arms to pull his shirt off the rest of the way, she tugged at his belt. His arms stopped their forceful movement so as not to hit her, and gently pulled it the rest of the way off. As his arms lowered and he dropped it to the side, she unfastened his pants.
She knew he was watching her face, and she pursed her lips, fighting a smile under his scrutiny. She looked up at him from beneath her eyelashes, but found her bangs to be in the way. She shook her head, trying to clear her vision but it didn’t completely work.
Wyatt’s eyes went to her hairline and he raised a hand to brush them to the side, a faint smirk on his face. DG went very still. His hand then moved to the back of her head and found the clip in her hair. She felt it loosen with a click and then the tension in the top half of her hair was released. Wyatt’s fingers threaded through it from the base of her skull and up.
Her eyes fell closed as he massaged her scalp. As he continued, the rest of her curls fell into place where gravity could not help. He removed his hand, only to cup her jaw as he slid his other hand around her waist, pulling her closer. She opened her eyes only to find his face incredibly close with his eyes boring into hers.
Well this wasn’t dangerous.
It took her a moment to blink out of her haze. And then she smiled at him, brushing her fingertips over his lower abdomen. He inhaled and tensed, glancing down briefly. Her smile widened at getting him to break first.
Back to business.
She maneuvered him so his back was to the couch and then pushed him away. The back of his legs bumped against it and he sat down awkwardly. He gave her an unconvincing look of warning and she just kept smiling. Her fingertips found the hem of her shirt and she quickly whipped it up an over her head.
She watched as his eyes roamed over her newly revealed skin and the bra she was wearing. She wasted no time in unzipping her skirt and letting it fall to the floor to reveal her matching thong. Though he didn’t have long to admire it before she was stepping out of her skirt, taking a step towards him still in her high heels, and leaning over him with a hand on either side of his legs. She lowered herself to her knees on the floor in front of him, eyes flashing, having finally caught his gaze again.
A hint of a smile played on her lips as she ran her hands up his leg from his knees to his hips and back. She noted a slight bulge near his unfastened pants, but ignored it for the time being. Then she looked down as she ran her hands down his calves. They found the heel of his shoes and pulled them off of his feet. He watched as she ran her hands back up under his pant legs past the top of his socks and back down again pulling them off as she went.
This time she ran her hands up past his knees and over the tops of his thighs, letting her thumbs brush the more prominent bulge in his pants before flattening her hands over his stomach and meeting his eyes. The lust she saw there was empowering. She leaned back, her fingertips catching his pants and underwear on their return trip. He lifted his hips to help and she quickly tossed the rest of his clothing to the side.
“It’s cold,” he commented offhandedly. She looked before she could help herself. Her brow furrowed and then made a face at him.
“Doesn’t look like it to me?”
He breathed a laugh at her incredulousness and motioned for her to come up to his level.
“Not what I meant,” he muttered before he leaned forward to run his hands down her sides. She put her hands on his shoulders as they faltered a bit over her bare ass. They eventually roamed to the back of her legs before lifting her off the floor and into his lap. “There…” he whispered as she situated her knees on either side of him and squirmed closer. “That’s much better.”
She smiled as his fingers trailed around her waist along the fabric of her thong and then spread out over her cheeks as he confirmed that the fabric that should be there wasn’t.
“Do you approve?” She arched her back and pressed into his hands as he squeezed her briefly.
“I believe I do.” He surged forward, moving so he was sitting on the edge of the couch and pulled her snugly against him. She gasped at the feeling of him suddenly pressing against her. “But I may need a better demonstration…” She ground her hips against him.
“Maybe later…”
“Or maybe next time…” he muttered before leaning in to press kisses along her collarbone. She smiled involuntarily at his words. One of his hands moved up the center of her back and he moved to twist them onto the couch.
“Wait.”
He stopped and DG twisted to reach for a nearby pillow. She put it behind Wyatt and twisted and grabbed the pillow from the other end. That too went behind him and then she pushed him back by his shoulders. She gave him a moment to assess their situation.
Her knees could fit comfortably on either side of him on the couch with plenty of leverage, while he was lounging comfortably and had a spectacular view. His eyes were appraising her with an odd look and a hint of mirth as his hands ghosted up her sides.
“Come here often?”
She laughed huskily at his pun and leaned closer at the urging of his hands on her shoulders.
“We’ll see, won’t we…”
She began rocking her hips against his. Then she moved her hands down his arms to his. She guided them to her breasts and then trailed her fingers down his arms again as he took over his own motions. Hers ran down his chest, over his stomach, and up her legs to splay over her own stomach. She slid one of her hands beneath the fabric of her thong and moaned, closing her eyes. She knew he would watch as her fingers began to move in circles and dip lower. And she did this all without stopping the motion of her hips moving her up and down his erection.
“You’re killing me right now.”
She opened her eyes and slowly withdrew her hand, sure to trail a shiny line of moisture on her skin as she did.
“Sorry, did you want me to stop?” She knew she was being mean but dammit she missed being able to tease a person this way.
“Left front pocket. Condom.”
He nodded to his pants on the floor behind her, urgency in his tone. She turned to look at them and then back at him with a smile. She moved his hands to the tops of her thighs and then leaned straight back, reaching for his pants while she was essentially hanging upside down.
He groaned loudly at the sight of her stretched out before him, showing off her flexibility. She came back up, victorious, and studiously avoided his eyes as she unhurriedly tore open the packet and rolled on the condom.
Only to then be engulfed by a lustful Tin Man.
His arms surrounded her as he lunged forward and his mouth trailed hot kisses down her chest as she was forced to lean back again. What she WASN’T expecting, was for him to continue their movement, completely sliding off of the couch and pressing her back into the soft rug in front of the fireplace. He was almost a blur of motion as he pushed his shoes out of their way and swept his pants to the side so the area was clear.
He tugged a bra strap down over her shoulder and sealed his lips over a nipple before she could protest their new position. She moaned loudly and ran her fingers through his hair, almost anchoring his mouth there.
Clearly she had pushed one too many buttons.
A hand kneaded her other breast but DG was a little more focused on the other hand of his pulling her thong to the side and dipping first a finger in and then two. His mouth switched to her other breast and tugged at it with his teeth briefly before soothing it with his tongue.
It was too much and not enough at the same time. She grasped at his shoulders and tried to urge him upward. His mouth moved up towards her neck and then along her jaw. He almost kissed the corner of her mouth but backed off just as fast.
“Dammit. Sorry,” he gasped right before he withdrew his fingers and pushed himself inside of her in one go.
She called out, eyes rolling into the back of her head in ecstasy. He stayed still for a minute as they both panted and took a moment to compose themselves. She was already so close.
“Feels so fucking good,” she heard him moan in her ear. Her legs tightened around him and her hands reached down to his ass. She squeezed it hard, making his hips jerk towards her.
“Make me scream,” she whispered in his ear.
He pressed his nose into her hair, panting for a moment, but then he began to move his hips. He rocked slowly in and out with DG’s hands slightly guiding him. But then she began trailing her hands up his back and opened her eyes.
And while DG knew of the advantage having sex gave women, as far as evening out the height difference, DG was still surprised to find that her shoulders were relatively even with Wyatt’s. She knew this was an odd thought to have at that moment, of all moments, but she couldn’t escape it because of how she usually felt dwarfed by the man. He was taller, with wide shoulders, and a generous build while she was skinny and all limbs. But now?
They just fit.
Fortunately for her, Wyatt was a good distraction, and quickly driving her up to the edge of oblivion. While one elbow was planted on the floor near her shoulder, the other kept skimming up and down her side, down her leg, up to her breast, never stopping for more than a few seconds. She felt tingly all over and tried digging her nails into his back to keep her grounded.
His breathing changed and he groaned a moment before seeking revenge by biting and sucking on her neck and shoulder. She moaned and moved one hand to the back of his neck while she held their chests together with the other clamped around his back.
It had been awhile since she had been this close to someone. Being able to feel them against her from head to toe. The friction between them as he drove into her felt so unbelievably good.
He must have noticed the little noises she was making because he eventually shifted so that his hand was anchored to her hip and began pumping faster. He leaned up slightly so he could see her face, but she kept her eyes squeezed shut. She was almost there. And then so was his hand.
His fingers seemed to vibrate over her and then she was calling out, pressing her face into his neck to muffle the sound, and clamping around him riding out the incredible storm as he slowed and settled back over her. Now with both of his elbows propping him up slightly on either side of her, he put his hands between her shoulders and the rug, wrapping his fingers around the tops.
Her first instinct was to be opposed to this closeness given their moment earlier, but something stayed her protest. She felt surrounded. She felt…safe.
As her eyes fluttered open, they found his. She was still trying to catch her breath and that all she could do was watch him. A hint of a smile played on his lips and she could tell he was trying to choose his words carefully.
“Welcome back.”
Smug man.
“I could be saying the same if we had stayed on the couch.” His smile grew.
“You seem to be quite attached to the idea of this couch.” He shifted so he slid out of her. Apparently she missed the part where he got his end too. “Makes a man wonder…”
She studied his face and noted the slightest hint of jealousy. A smile spread slowly across her face.
“Why, Mr. Cain…” She chuckled. “Are you asking me about my past relationships with…couches?” His eyes skipped away, smiling and fighting the urge to roll his eyes. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to tell you.” She looked at the couch behind him briefly. “I’ve had only one relationship with a couch, but more than one relationship with a man.” His eyes flashed to hers. Hers merely twinkled with delight. “Or maybe it was the other way around.” He now gave her an unimpressed look, but she could tell he knew he was being goaded. “One man, multiple couches.”
“Uh huh…”
Her expression fell flat. In an instant she unhooked one leg from around his waist and pushed so they were rolled over and she had him pinned down with his wrists next to his head.
“What are you trying to say?” She asked him with hint of a smile, eyes daring him to piss her off. His eyes flashed with lust as she took the upper hand and she began to lightly brush her hips against him, pleased to note that he was still half hard. “That I’m too much of a tease for just one man?” She leaned down, brushing her chest against his, moving her hands up his wrists to link fingers with him, and whispered in his ear. “Or that I know too much for any one man to teach me?”
It wasn’t like she was taught by the b-
“Shit! The guards!” She sat up abruptly, pulling her bra into place and looking for her clothes.
“Fuck,” he muttered, sitting up as well. An unexpected thrill ran down her spine. She stopped trying to move and looked back at him.
“God, I love it when you swear.”
A strained laugh escaped him.
“You elicit all sorts of surprising responses from me, Princess.” Her eyes flashed to his at the use of her title, a scowl appearing on her face. He knew she didn’t like him calling her that.
She punched his shoulder and then lunged for her shirt. She tugged it on and glanced around for her skirt. Wyatt was standing, having tossed the condom in the fire and was pulling up his pants. After fastening them he bent down to retrieve his shirt and shoes. He glanced at her briefly still sitting on the floor.
“Sorry about the couch.”
She rolled her eyes.
“What IS it with you and apologizing?” She pointed to the spot they were laying a minute ago. “Was I complaining?”
That same shy yet proud smile from last time came over his face. He raised his eyes to hers.
“Point taken.”
She sighed and finally managed to look past the half naked man and spot her skirt on the floor just past him. She smirked.
Demonstration time?
She stood and walked deliberately in front of him to her skirt before bending down at the waist to pick it up. Behind her, Wyatt dropped a shoe. She straightened and stepped into her skirt, shimmying it up and zipping it before glancing over her shoulder at him.
He looked utterly devastated standing there shirtless, mouth open, and only one of his shoes in hand.
“I really hate the guards right now,” he mumbled.
She smiled and turned towards him, and took a step closer to place a hand on his jaw.
“You have only yourself to blame,” she said, patting him on the cheek as she moved past. He half-heartedly growled.
“I’m pretty sure I can blame you for some of it.”
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A/N: OH EM GEE this was so LOOONNGGG. And Cain, DG, and I got into many many arguments…but I’m pretty sure Cain won. Also, I will be taking a brief hiatus over New Years weekend to visit with friends. AKA: no writing time. Hopefully this can hold you over for a while.