Crack For Cain 2/?
Title: Crack For Cain
Character/Pairings: Cain/DG
Rating: PG?
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for entire mini-series
Summary: Crack!Fic, it could be really horrible. I'd have no idea. I need sleep.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Tin Man 'verse. Nothing and no one. Because (at the moment) I'm playing only with the Sci-Fi original characters.
By: transgenic_girl
“-- And we shall call it … This Land!” DG smiled widely, throwing her arms out to show the view from her balcony.
“I think we should call it … Your Grave!” One of her Ladies-In-Waiting growled with a grin. Her hair was loose and the bright red streak in her hair glinted in the sun as she stood on the balcony railing.
“Ah!” The princess cried, clutching her chest in a dramatic display of feigned shock. “Curse your sudden, yet inevitable betrayal.”
The girl standing on the balcony ledge laughed, snorting as she gripped her side when a stitch formed. And promptly fell over the balcony’s side with a yell. The two other young noblewomen ran to the side, getting there a moment after DG had grabbed the girl by the wrist and was helping her climb back up.
Cain burst into the room, having heard the yell on his way back to the room. He’d only left them all alone for ten minutes, and hadn’t expected them to get into trouble. But after shoving the doors open and seeing the scene within he felt a headache coming on.
DG and the other two had pulled the fourth back up over the railing. And had all collapsed into a laughing mass on the floor. She peeked out of a mass of dark hair at her bodyguard.
“Hi Cain.”
He just stared at her incredulously. They’d just had one of the daughters of the O.Z.’s most respected families dangling in mid-air fifty feet above the ground, and she was acting like they’d all just had a tea party.
He was losing his mind, he really was.
Cain had thought that the fact that one of the ladies-in-waiting was older than the rest (and the princess) would mean that she’d be a balancing force of maturity to the somewhat … cracked (to steal a favorite phrase of DG’s)…personalities. He discovered he was wrong when he walked into the Princess’ suite of rooms just in time to hear the ‘Lady’ in question say “This is gonna be legen-wait for it, and I hope you’re not lactose intolerant because the next word is -DAIRY!”
He slowly backed out of the room.
Cain should have been suspicious when the red-streaked one offered him a slice of pie. He stared at her with narrowed eyes, but she just shot him an innocent look he just did not believe. Turning his best Tin Man interrogative gaze on DG she just smiled at him in a way that somehow made very inappropriate thoughts flit into his mind.
While he was thus distracted the red-streaked one placed the small plate into his hands and handed him a fork. He dazedly accepted it, and took a bite from it.
“Isn’t that just orgasmic?” DG asked, making his eyes widen.
He took another bite to avoid speaking as she took a bite of her own pie and licked her lips. Cain chewed the flaky crust and gooey middle slowly, savoring the flavor as a way to distract himself from the way the princess was looking at him. When she crossed her legs, making her skirt slide up her leg to bare an almost obscene amount of silky skin he choked.
With a cough he shoved the plate back towards the red-streaked one, and turned to flee. “I’ve got to…security…”
He’d almost made it to the door when it flew open to reveal the one with the knitting needles and Miss Legendary talking avidly. When they caught sight of him for some reason the one whole always had a pair of knitting needles in her hair froze, babbled and fainted. He barely moved fast enough to catch her before she hit the marble floor, and sent a questioning look at the other lady-in-waiting, who was now wheezing with laughter.
She pointed to his mouth, and then her own. “You’ve got…something on your face.”
He turned towards the mirror, only to find that the berry pie he’d been given had dyed his lips blue.
Character/Pairings: Cain/DG
Rating: PG?
Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for entire mini-series
Summary: Crack!Fic, it could be really horrible. I'd have no idea. I need sleep.
Disclaimer: I own nothing in the Tin Man 'verse. Nothing and no one. Because (at the moment) I'm playing only with the Sci-Fi original characters.
By: transgenic_girl
“-- And we shall call it … This Land!” DG smiled widely, throwing her arms out to show the view from her balcony.
“I think we should call it … Your Grave!” One of her Ladies-In-Waiting growled with a grin. Her hair was loose and the bright red streak in her hair glinted in the sun as she stood on the balcony railing.
“Ah!” The princess cried, clutching her chest in a dramatic display of feigned shock. “Curse your sudden, yet inevitable betrayal.”
The girl standing on the balcony ledge laughed, snorting as she gripped her side when a stitch formed. And promptly fell over the balcony’s side with a yell. The two other young noblewomen ran to the side, getting there a moment after DG had grabbed the girl by the wrist and was helping her climb back up.
Cain burst into the room, having heard the yell on his way back to the room. He’d only left them all alone for ten minutes, and hadn’t expected them to get into trouble. But after shoving the doors open and seeing the scene within he felt a headache coming on.
DG and the other two had pulled the fourth back up over the railing. And had all collapsed into a laughing mass on the floor. She peeked out of a mass of dark hair at her bodyguard.
“Hi Cain.”
He just stared at her incredulously. They’d just had one of the daughters of the O.Z.’s most respected families dangling in mid-air fifty feet above the ground, and she was acting like they’d all just had a tea party.
He was losing his mind, he really was.
Cain had thought that the fact that one of the ladies-in-waiting was older than the rest (and the princess) would mean that she’d be a balancing force of maturity to the somewhat … cracked (to steal a favorite phrase of DG’s)…personalities. He discovered he was wrong when he walked into the Princess’ suite of rooms just in time to hear the ‘Lady’ in question say “This is gonna be legen-wait for it, and I hope you’re not lactose intolerant because the next word is -DAIRY!”
He slowly backed out of the room.
Cain should have been suspicious when the red-streaked one offered him a slice of pie. He stared at her with narrowed eyes, but she just shot him an innocent look he just did not believe. Turning his best Tin Man interrogative gaze on DG she just smiled at him in a way that somehow made very inappropriate thoughts flit into his mind.
While he was thus distracted the red-streaked one placed the small plate into his hands and handed him a fork. He dazedly accepted it, and took a bite from it.
“Isn’t that just orgasmic?” DG asked, making his eyes widen.
He took another bite to avoid speaking as she took a bite of her own pie and licked her lips. Cain chewed the flaky crust and gooey middle slowly, savoring the flavor as a way to distract himself from the way the princess was looking at him. When she crossed her legs, making her skirt slide up her leg to bare an almost obscene amount of silky skin he choked.
With a cough he shoved the plate back towards the red-streaked one, and turned to flee. “I’ve got to…security…”
He’d almost made it to the door when it flew open to reveal the one with the knitting needles and Miss Legendary talking avidly. When they caught sight of him for some reason the one whole always had a pair of knitting needles in her hair froze, babbled and fainted. He barely moved fast enough to catch her before she hit the marble floor, and sent a questioning look at the other lady-in-waiting, who was now wheezing with laughter.
She pointed to his mouth, and then her own. “You’ve got…something on your face.”
He turned towards the mirror, only to find that the berry pie he’d been given had dyed his lips blue.