"Until The Fall" - 47/48
Title: Until The Fall
Author: Rissy James
Characters: DG, Cain, Azkadellia, Jeb, Glitch, Raw, Tutor, the Queen, Ahamo, and some old & new OCs
Pairing: Established Cain/DG; established Jeb/Az
Rating: M
Summary: Sequel to " Of Light". After an annual of living in the O.Z., DG sets out to complete the task given to her by the Gale. Soon, she must learn that there is always more to everything than first meets the eye.
Extras: Cast Page on livejournal.com
Warning: NSFW.
Chapter Forty Seven
Wyatt Cain was beginning to wonder just how much of a headcase his princess thought he was.
He could give her credit for how long she'd kept it hidden from him. He could even admire her for how long she'd acted as if she herself were unaware. That didn't change the fact that the charade was still going, and she didn't seem intent on dropping it any time soon.
He wasn't about to play dumb. It was time to put an end to it, before the situation got any hotter than it already was.
Cain had waited until he was absolutely certain. He wasn't quite sure when the first inkling had first settled in the back of his mind, the first tweak of his brain saying something wasn't the same as it had been. Perhaps it had been merely instinctual. It was his job to watch her, after all, and watch her he did.
It just went to show what happened when a man got too comfortable, and stopped thinking that a girl could surprise him.
It changed things. It changed important things. He hadn't considered children so soon; they'd been married less than six weeks. That didn't stop the unabashedly pleased grin from stupidly taking over his face when he let himself think of a baby. A smile that was always inevitably destroyed by the reality of tasks yet unfinished.
Outlanders and Emeralds and 'Coats, oh my.
To hell with DG's 'oh my' attitude; she might still be afraid to hurt her sister's feelings, but he wasn't. Not when it came to his life and his own. No more dancing around -
"What's with the face?"
Cain blinked. "What?"
"You shouldn't be thinking so hard," she said, her lips turning down into a concerned frown. "You have a vein..." She reached up and brushed her fingers against his neck. Around them, more than one person took notice of her affectionate display, but DG was blind to all but him. He offered her a weak half-smile, putting his hand over her own and removing it gently.
"Go say your good-nights," he told her, losing none of his seriousness as he gave her a nudge. "I'll meet you upstairs in fifteen minutes. Don't be late, Princess."
DG might not be able to disappear from the banquet without being noticed, but he could well enough. He threaded his way through the crowd and out the door. He left her staring after him with bright suspicion in her eyes, knowing that she'd chase after him just out of pure curiosity. Surely enough, he'd barely sat down on the bed to take his shoes off when she thundered into their bedroom, cheeks flared pink.
"Wyatt, why -"
"You didn't say goodnight to your sister." It wasn't a question. She couldn't have made it in time if she'd gone to find Azkadellia; Az would've kept her tied up until the end of the celebrations. DG looked sheepish and she fell back a step, relaxing her posture a bit.
"Something's up," she said, gesturing pointlessly at him. He shook his head and went back to removing his shoes. She waited silently and watched him as he finished with his shoes and stood; he shrugged off his dinner jacket and slung it over the back of a chair, and still she waited for him to start talking. He was glad she was suddenly patient because he didn't know where to begin.
"That snow ain't gonna wait forever," he finally said. Her eyes went automatically to the window. "You know well as I that you can't wait until spring. We need this Emerald business done and over with."
"You're right," she said. Her admission, instead of the denial he'd expected, threw him off. She took the stumbled beat and used it to move closer to him. Her hands were on his shirt buttons before he could protest; it was something she'd taken a liking to, helping him remove his clothes at the end of the day. Most days, he couldn't say he wasn't more than happy to return the favour, but tonight was different - every night to come would be until she was free and clear.
"It'll be ten days on the road," he said. "We take it slow. You shouldn't be travellin' that rough, but there ain't much choice."
DG stiffened, and her fingers slipped on a button. He smirked to see her, but wiped it off his face as she glanced uncertainly up at him. He wasn't about to admit anything, but he loved her brass.
"Once you talk to your sister, I'll arrange a full detail," he continued. She went back to his buttons, more determined than she had been before. "You can guarantee that those roads are gonna be guarded, I doubt we'll have anythin' to worry about there or back."
"He's probably been waiting for us," she said, lowering her voice.
"Not probably. Sure as the suns, he's been waitin'."
"And you'll stay with me through it all?"
Cain looked down at her. "You shouldn't have to ask yourself that."
"I was asking you."
"Is that little curiosity what's had you so tetchy lately?"
He'd hit a nerve. She abandoned the very last button; she gave him an awkward pat on the chest and turned away from him. She crossed the room to what was probably a very safe distance from her perspective, and kept her back to him as she reached awkwardly behind her to unbutton her dress.
"That wasn't exactly an answer, Kiddo." He went to her, and started on her buttons. With a trembling sigh, she pulled her hair out of his way, glancing over her shoulder nervously. He was getting to her, and it brought a tiny prideful smirk to his lips, thinking of her at his mercy.
He didn't - couldn't - understand her reluctance to tell him. The dawning of his realization a week back had memories of another life surging to the surface. Adora hadn't been able to wait to tell him; she'd whispered in his ear that night over supper that the guild was looking at another mouth to feed. As they'd left their guild behind when they'd moved to Central City, it hadn't been hard to figure out what she'd meant.
DG, on the other hand, was an entirely different story. Even now, she tried to act as if nothing was wrong, that a whole lot of untold was floating around between them.
"If you think the roads are guarded by the Commander's men, then why do we need a full detail?" she asked, trying to weave her way smoothly out of such rocky conversational territory by changing the subject all together. Not an ounce of subtlety. She was going to evade him until the very end, which was fine. He didn't mind chasing her, even if he was the reason she was running.
"Honestly, I'm a little tired of takin' our chances," he said. "Don't need a single thing goin' wrong this time around, Princess." His fingers worked rhythmically at the long row of pearl clasps that held her gown closed. As he came to the end of the row, the top of the dress began to slide off her shoulders, and she put a hand to her breastbone to keep her front covered. After he'd popped the final clasp, he placed a soft kiss to her exposed neck.
"I'll talk to Azkadellia tomorrow," she said. "I don't know how soon after that we can leave."
Cain shook his head. "When did you get so afraid of steppin' on toes?"
DG turned in his arms, still holding her dress up to the tops of her breasts. "I'm not afraid of stepping on anyone's toes," she said, indignation seeping through her quiet words. "I just can never seem to end one nightmare-adventure before I'm falling into another one. This time, I'm being careful where I step. I just want to come home at the end of this one."
He pulled her closer, saving his chuckle to press into her dark hair. "I'll make sure you come home."
She sighed again, a delicate shiver of breath. "I know."
Something wasn't right about this. He pulled her to arm's length and stared down into her sad face. Might as well just call her out. "You can tell me what's eatin' you up, Darlin'. Don't know why you think you can't."
"You won't like it."
He blinked. Why would she think that? "What gave you that notion?"
"My belly's got a funny feeling."
Her word choice lifted his spirits, and he relaxed. He ran his hands from her shoulders, pushing her dress sleeves down her arms until he was tugging the dress down over her hips. She stood with it puddled at her feet, so far and away from where she physically was as she concentrated on his face. Her eyes pleaded with his.
"Say it, DG."
She swallowed once, loudly. "I'm turning the Longcoats over to the Commander."
"You -" He stopped, and his jaw hardened. "What?"
***
"Your Highness -"
DG turned away from the window, losing the last bit of the second sunset as she faced what she'd come this far for.
"Her Majesty will see you now."
DG thanked her sister's steward, and slipped through the open doorway; the steward snapped it shut behind her and she was once again quite suddenly all alone. She found herself standing in a hallway she'd never seen before; branching off to her left and to her right, there were open doors spilling light on either end. On the stretch of wall between, a series of scenic landscapes hung in heavily carved frames. Her eyes trained on the central painting, a thin ribbon of gold streaming through lush, rolling hills patched with fields.
Voices drifted out of the room to her right.
"- Thank you very kindly for your concern, but there are matters that take precedence over the renegotiation with Ix," Azkadellia said; she was calm and collected and under control, and DG felt a surge of admiration as she eavesdropped. "Now, if you gentlemen will excuse me -"
"Your Majesty, I must protest in light of the fact you seem to be avoiding these issues. You cannot shun the invitation from -"
"Master Creighton, I will not visit Ix to have Her Majesty parade her sons in front of me. The terms can be negotiated well enough by my advisors - I trust you are up to the task?"
Creighton seemed to be sputtering. After a moment, Azkadellia continued, cutting off his disjointed syllables.
"Now if you will please allow me to see my sister. Ambrose, notify me immediately when the ambassadors from Ix arrive."
Glitch's voice joined the others. "It will be quite a few weeks, Majesty, as they'll need to be sent for. They returned over the desert to prepare for your state visit."
"Well then, that's taken care of. Goodnight, gentlemen," Azkadellia said, with a tone that DG very rarely heard. It reminded her - reminded everyone - of the cruel and uncaring being that had taken hold of Az's voice and body for so many annuals. Memories of the Possession were never far away, and the faces of the advisors as they filed past her were pale, their eyes on the floor.
Ambrose trailed last. "Careful, she's in a foul temper," he said, his dark eyes sparkling. He seemed happy to have been released from the Queen's service for the evening. He nodded his head once at her, as if trying to say something entirely different, before he disappeared out into the main hallway and left her alone again in the antechamber.
"DG?" Azkadellia called, breaking into DG's delusions of one-man-alone. She entered the office where her sister stood near the fireplace. Jeb was at the window, and seemed distracted by the view. He was in official uniform, buttoned to the collar and very upright; it looked incredibly taxing.
"Az -"
"Lieutenant Cain, if you could please relieve the guard on duty," Azkadellia said, and Jeb nodded. He slipped out past DG before she could react to him. He gave her a wink and then closed the door behind him.
"I'm becoming Mother, aren't I?" Az asked her as soon as the door had clicked shut.
DG laughed nervously. "Haven't known Mother very long myself, but you could be right. Isn't the treaty with Ix less than two years old?"
"It was mostly a copy of the old agreement, before the Emerald War sealed off the Zone," Azkadellia said dismissively. "As it stands, stopping the Lady Catt's planned assault on the kingdom has shone a more favourable light on the O.Z. and its ruler."
"And so -"
"And so marriage makes for a stronger alliance, according to old customs," Az said, and rolled her eyes. "I'm not having any of it. You're the one that saved the Zone again, I just served as the distraction."
"You don't think about getting married, Az?"
"Not to a foreign prince handed to me on a platter." She turned her back on DG, and the matter seemed to be closed. DG stared at her sister's back, clad in silk and hidden by a raven-black cascade. She tried to think of all the things she could say, but everything fell painfully short of appropriate.
Azkadellia seemed determined to move on. "I met with Andrus this afternoon, at his insistence," she said, sifting deftly through the papers covering the surface of the small antique desk to her right. She handed one over to DG. "He continues to disagree with my decision to harbour my own war criminals. DG, we can't - "
"Az, I've come up with the answer to that one. That's sort of why I'm here."
Azkadellia stopped with her mouth hanging open, her next words jumbling in her throat into a single small sound. She blinked at her sister, and then very delicately closed her mouth. She looked very hard at the floor before glancing up at DG. "You have?"
DG nodded. She'd never spoken out loud about her intentions, not that she'd really had any up until a few days ago. Before that, it had all been speculation, wonder and worry. Coming to her decision was really the hardest part. Following through on the course she chose would be a piece of cake; her basis for comparison was deeply rooted in her past, and she felt sure of herself, wholly and completely, for the first time in too long.
Azkadellia wasn't dissuaded by her sister's thoughtful silence. "DG, what is it? You don't look like you're favouring execution."
DG's eyes widened. "No, not gonna happen. Think of it as extradition."
Az's serene expression broke, and the first lines of worry appeared on her brow. "Extradition! DG, you can't -"
"Az, you need to trust me," DG said, reaching for her sister's hands. Az was growing pale and cold, and at the contact, a white glow surrounded their skin. "And trust yourself. I need your help to do this. You're the one with all the authority, remember?"
Az's eyes misted over, even as a smile graced her lips. "And you're still using that to start trouble," she muttered, laughing at DG's blue-fire eyes. She turned DG's palm over in her own to run her fingers over the shiny scar that the magic of the Emerald had cut into DG's palm as it broke forever. "Some things don't change, do they?"
DG grinned. "Nope, never."
"And the Emerald?" Azkadellia asked, tapping her finger on the center of DG's palm, the inner-circle from which two paths diverged. Where it all began.
"Wyatt thinks preparations should take three days, maybe four," DG said; she exhaled hard when her eyes met her sister's again. "We can be back in ten days time, if the weather cooperates, but... why would it cooperate?" Her little joke fell flat as Azkadellia frowned.
"I've stalled you as long as I could, haven't I?"
"You've stalled me as long as I've let you. I'm not five any more, Az," DG said carefully. "You don't need to keep me safe."
Az gave her a fleeting, watery smile. "Can you blame me for wanting to?"
"I'll be home before you know it, and then I promise you, we'll have reason to celebrate."
Azkadellia was skeptical, but in the end agreed to help DG arrange the extradition of the men imprisoned in the tower. If her sister was stepping lighter, seemed happier, Azkadellia didn't notice. To leave DG with such tasks before her yet, to face the Commander a final time to turn over what had been promised to him... Azkadellia forced the fear she felt for her sister to the very back of her mind.
She laughed at herself, wishing to be as brave as her baby sister.
"Everything okay?" Jeb asked her as he came into the room; he was already unbuttoning his collar. She envied him, as she couldn't start shedding her own clothing until she'd reached her suite. Exhaustion kept at the periphery all day was beginning to sneak back up on her.
"I'm not altogether sure, to be honest," Azkadellia said, sweeping the papers on the desk into a stack. "It's always everything at once."
"There's never a good time for some of this stuff," Jeb said vaguely, but she caught his meaning clearly enough. "At least you won't have to worry about DG, or my father. They'll manage themselves fine."
"You don't let yourself worry at all, do you?" She smiled as she asked him, and he allowed himself a small return.
"Naw, I'm here to balance you out, since you do it so much."
Her smile melted and she blushed.
"I want you to accompany DG and Captain Cain into the West," Azkadellia said, trying to shrug off his gentle and thoroughly unpredictable words. "Leave it to me to notify the captain in the morning."
Jeb narrowed his eyes. "But why me?"
"Because I want as many people that DG can trust that we can spare," she said, "and you're bored. You've been pacing windows for a week."
The truth of her statement rolled right off of him. "You don't need me here?"
Azkadellia smiled. "No, I want you here, but I need you there."
"Want me, do you?" Jeb distinguished with a snicker. He raised a suggestive eyebrow, and Azkadellia slapped his arm with the papers she held. She walked briskly from the room then, Jeb trailing behind her and trying to contain his laughter as they re-entered busier parts of the palace.
There would be time for this later, when the Emerald had left Gale hands and the last of the ties with the past had been severed. Time to focus on securing the future of the House of Gale, and the greatness of the Outer Zone. Right now, there was plenty to do preparing for the hell DG planned to raise come morning.
***
DG could count on one hand the number of times she saw Wyatt over the next few days as their impending departure loomed dark on their horizon. She didn't need any fingers at all to count how often he'd spoken to her. He tried hard to keep his anger curbed, and the result was a continuous pattern of quiet avoidance.
In the end, it was Raw who laid it all out for her. He did so as he walked the grounds with her, looping the Central palace's small gardens again and again as her falcon guardian perched on a third story window ledge, an ever-watchful eye trained on her and all that surrounded her.
"DG keep secret for too long," Raw said gruffly; DG couldn't remember a time when he'd spoken so gravely to her. "Secret hurt when found out. Hurt because DG not tell Cain with own words."
The surge of guilt she felt wasn't at all a new feeling. It was a weight in her chest that made it hard to breathe.
"I didn't want to worry him or anyone else until after the Emerald is gone," DG said. "He fights so hard to protect what's his, I didn't want him to -" She stopped short when she noticed Raw shaking his head sadly at her.
"Should not keep from him what his." Raw's gentle, dark eyes pierced her. He placed a careful hand on her shoulder.
He was right, and she was an idiot. She left Raw with a hug, and he watched her go with the faith she would do the right thing. When he touched her arm, he felt everything inside of her that she tried so hard to keep buried; her desire to fix things she saw as her fault, worry for her sister and an unfailing love for Wyatt Cain, the child she carried with its own strongly beating heart.
It was with regret that DG realized she didn't have Cain's tracking skills. He was nowhere in the palace, nor did anyone seem to know where he'd disappeared to. There were a few haunts of his around the city she could look; the old apartment and his all-but-abandoned office at the Tin Man Armoury to start. She was busy arguing with Hass the finer details of the definition of 'permission' in her sitting room when the inevitable happened - the door opened, and Wyatt walked in.
"You'd best be startin' your goodbyes, Jeremy," he said, clapping Hass on the shoulder as he strode past. He went straight into the bedroom, calling through the open doorway, "We leave come nightfall tomorrow."
Hass nodded at DG before he left the room; she barely heard the lock click securely behind him as Cain came out of the bedroom once again, rolling up his sleeves as he went. His coat and vest were gone, his feet bare. He lined himself up with her and looked her over with torn blue eyes.
"You think this plan of yours is gonna work this time, Princess?"
She grinned, wondering if she could charm the pants off of him and get herself out of trouble. "That last plan was never mine. My plans always work," she said confidently.
"You've got an awful habit of takin' credit for when things work out on their own."
"Wyatt -"
"You do realize that if the Outlander doesn't accept your offer, the 'Coats are stuck here facin' double charges of treason, among whatever other charges the public calls up on them."
DG glared at him. "Would you just shut up for one minute?"
"You got somethin' you want to say, Mrs. Cain?"
"I do. I should have said something sooner," she said, all the built up steam rushing out of her with her words. She took a deep breath. "About deciding to give the Longcoats over and about -"
"About?" Cain's eyebrow perked, daring her.
"Would you let me apologize? This was never about Longcoats or Outlanders, was it?" she asked.
He gave a barely-there shake of his head. A single pace from each other they stood, at the very heart of the matter, his hurt and her pride, both breaking down the center. DG went to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his stiff shirt collar. Wyatt's arms went around her, his large hands splaying across her back to keep her pressed against him.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner," she muttered, knocking her forehead once against his shoulder. "You weren't supposed to figure it out on your own."
He exhaled deeply, kissing the side of her head. "Tell me now."
She raised her head, looked up at him. "But you -"
"Tell me," he said in a voice she'd come to learn was better to obey.
A full minute passed before she could put together what she wanted to say, what he deserved to hear. "When I told you before," she said as steadily as she could, "that I could never get out of one adventure without winding up in another one..." She paused, and sighed. "I wasn't lying, you know. The night we went to the Reader to ask her about the Emerald, when I got the answer to my one question -"
"Started somethin' that night, did we?" he asked, the corner of his mouth turning up in an unmistakeable half-smile.
She nodded. "Yeah, we did."
"When did you figure all this out?"
"I didn't have to - the Reader told me. On our second visit."
Cain made a low noise in the back of his throat as he sorted through what she'd said. "So you've been sittin' on this for six weeks."
"I wanted to tell you," she said quietly. "But then I would have had to tell Azkadellia, and you would have wanted to tell Jeb. And then there's my parents, and Ambrose, and then there will be announcements and gifts and visitors and -"
"You can quit now, Darlin'," Cain said with a snort. "I get the idea."
"So what gave me away?" she asked, her curious blue eyes meeting his.
"Too many things to be ignored. Between Raw droppin' hints for you to rest up, and your wine glass sittin' untouched every night, and you not turnin' me away once in two months because of your cycle..."
DG blushed furiously, dropping her eyes. Cain chuckled.
She bit her lip. "You're not mad."
"No, I ain't mad," he said, and to prove his point, he leaned down to pluck a kiss from her lips. "Don't care much for havin' to leave tomorrow. You shouldn't be -"
"Don't say it," she said, holding up her hand between them. "Don't start. You can 'delicate flower' me along with everyone else once we get back. You said yourself that Juniper is just about the gentlest horse you ever encountered."
"Yeah, all right," he said, but she knew that wasn't the end of it.
With an arm around her shoulders, Cain took DG to bed. Together, they undressed and lay down between the cool sheets. It wasn't until they were both settled that he allowed himself to touch her stomach; he pressed his palm to the flat plain of her abdomen, his fingers curving down toward the slope of her waist. The pale bronze light of the city filtered in through the window; she watched his face, the deep concentration as his hand swept once over her belly, and then twice. There was nothing there to brag about, but she was certain she was seeing the last days of her girlish figure.
Cain was propped up on an elbow above her. He'd folded the blanket down to have an unobstructed view of her; with his free hand heavy on her, he drifted upward from under her navel, tracing a path over the underside of her breast, before cupping his palm over her. A spark ignited inside of her as his eyes met hers for a slow, torturous second; she suppressed a shiver, urging herself to stay still even as he ran the pad of his thumb over her nipple.
"That feel good?" he asked her, watching her face intently. When she didn't answer, he repeated the motion, smirking at the tremor that ran over her features, her eyes closing, her sharp inhale. She began to hum an affirmation, but it turned into a low moan as he leaned his head down to capture the tiny peak in his mouth. He sucked hard, and she gasped.
He pressed himself closed to her, his hardening erection nudging her hip. The heat from his hand left a trail of passion-seared flesh as it ran over her ribs, her waist, down to dip between her legs; every inch of skin he'd touched yearned for more, the places left bereft begging for attention. His fingers slid into her folds, and his groan drowned out her whisper of his name.
"So wet," he murmured against her neck, "and I've barely touched you."
A grin ghosted over her face; she opened her eyes to see him staring down at her. She watched the muscles in his shoulders move beneath his skin as he angled his wrist and pressed two fingers inside. Her mouth fell open in a soundless pant, their eyes locking together; he refused to let her go as he gently stroked her. The weak light and creeping shadows made it hard to read his eyes, the stormiest depths of him hidden from her.
Her eyes slipped closed; half a breath later, Cain's fingers thrust deeper. "Keep 'em open, Sweetheart."
She shook her head. "Can't."
He pressed his thumb down onto her clit; her eyes popped open at the sudden surge of pleasure that disappeared as fast as it had come. "Good girl," he said, and resumed the pressure on her. He curled his fingers upward and she came hard against his hand, her back arching. Before she fell back to the mattress, he slid an arm underneath her and rolled onto his back, dragging her up to cover his chest. Her head still spinning, she followed his guidance as he nudged her legs farther apart. With one easy thrust, he buried himself in her velvet warmth.
DG's arms shook as she braced herself on his chest. His jaw was set hard, his blue eyes drinking in the sight hovering over him. His hands lingered on her stomach before running over her breasts, up to her neck; he pulled her down to him, capturing her mouth in a deep kiss. The aftershocks of her orgasm still bore down on his invasion, and he moaned, letting his head fall back to the pillows as she began to move over him.
She sat up, giggling; she rolled her hips as he reached down to grip her by the backs of her thighs, tucking her knees against his sides as she straddled him. She rode him slowly, lazily chasing after the scattered flutter of pleasure that rippled through her core every time she sank down. Cain was still, one arm bent to rest under his head, the opposite hand running possessively from hip to breast and back. She arched into the touch, wanting more of his scorching palm on her skin, wanting...
Wyatt braced his feet against the bed and thrust up as she was coming down, pressing himself deeper; he continued to move underneath of her, pushing deeper and harder until she spun down over him, her breasts flat against his chest, forehead damp against his shoulder as she came with a cry. He groaned beneath her, thrusting up once, twice more before she felt his release pulse hot within her. She whimpered as she relaxed her tightened body, resting her weight on him as his arms went around her.
She turned her face into his neck. "That was -" she mumbled, but found she didn't have the words. Even her half-sentence was slurred with exhausted satisfaction. A smile had come to her lips, and she didn't know from where. Some part of her chastised that she should feel guilty about her happiness, that it was wrong when there was so much suffering to be dealt with, with the burden of the Emerald still hanging over their heads. But as Wyatt's strong, sure hands rubbed her back as comfortingly as he knew how, she knew there was no shame in the happiness that came with having the one you loved by your side as you struggled through the trials life - and long-dead ancestresses - threw at you.
There might be darkness in their future, but it was their future. No force in the world could stop every change from altering their course. No book or crystal ball could predict what they would face.
She sighed, and a tremor ran through her. Wyatt tightened his arms over her sweating back.
"You all right, Sweetheart?" His low whisper washed over her bare shoulder; he kissed the spot where his breath had caressed her.
"Will be," she said, and closed her eyes. "We will be."
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