Quote Challange 01 -- Flip flop
Story Title: Flip flop
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Cain/DG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the story of the Wizard of Oz nor Tin-Man.
Warnings: no warnings, just enjoy!
Summary: The flip side of "Splish Splash". What goes through Cain's mind as he's been given the ultimate gift?
Cain stood out in the hallway pacing back and forth. He didn’t know what was worse, the echo sound this feet made on the marble floor or the thoughts bouncing around in his head. Either way he would go mad soon from frustration. Yes, he’d taken notice to the sassy, raven hair beauty that had saved his life. Yes, she’d been the object of his affection for many months now. Yes, he’d kept close to her for that very reason. However, no lines were to be crossed at all. And this, yes this, was a very large line. It was a jagged, thick, solid line. He twisted his hat in his hands and brought a hand up to run through his light hair. Whatever magical spell she had on him was working, it was just a matter of time before his heart exploded all over the palace walls. As he tapped his foot firmly on the floor he thought back to what happened only a few mere moment before.
He hated working in the library. It was too dark, too quiet and too boring. He would rather be outside and in the open air. What made matters worse, DG and Azkadellia were acting like. . .girls. With all the talk about boys and clothes and other crap like that, he’d almost wished Zero had successfully shot him that day so many months before.
His mouth contorted into a wide yawn and he stretched his long arms up towards the ceiling. He looked over at Glitch just as the man started to dip into sleep. He was just about to kick him from under the table when he heard Azkadellia mention something about penis size and boot size, or was it hand size? Either way he watched as DG’s face turned a bright shade of red. He immediately felt embarrassed and felt like he wanted to be anywhere than where he was sitting at that moment. He watched DG start to laugh, her small face twisting into amusement. Was she laughing at him or the situation?
“What’s so funny?” Cain asked her. He watched her cover her mouth, her large eyes grew wide. He couldn’t help but smile inside at how adorable she looked when she was embarrassed. However, he didn’t want her to see this and remained angry. “What would you know about things like this?” He asked her, trying to stay in character.
“More than you think.” She retorted. Cain was blown away by the frankness of the girl sitting in front of him. He knew she’d been quite open before, but she was just flinging it back at him. He sat up straight in his chair and watched as Azkadellia made her way out of the room, followed closely by a trailing Glitch. He looked over at DG, suddenly feeling sorry for being an ass. He was about to apologize for stirring the pot when she got up and walked over to him. He felt her warm breath on his ear and his entire body went rigid.
"I'm gonna run a bath. If you'd like a shot at jumping my bones you should be naked by the time the bath tub's full." She whispered in his ear. He felt his heart nearly stop and he instantly felt a burning inside of him. Was she really serious? His face must have given away something as he watched DG pull away, biting her bottom lip. Clearly she didn’t mean what she had said, had she? He watched as she stood taller and then turned to leave, a slight cackle to her laugh. He got up and walked behind her as she walked back to her room. He didn’t know where he was going or what he’d do when he got there, but he had to follow.
She approached her room and shut the door behind her. Now what? Was he supposed to follow her in? Was he supposed to give her a few minutes to prep? What was the protocol for fucking the youngest princess of the O.Z? Cain stood looking up at the door completely unaware of what to do next.
Standing out in the hallway, he looked like a lost little boy. His body felt limp and his head drooped to the side. Whatever was beyond that door was bad. Bad in a way only a father could see. He thought about Ahamo and how he’d feel if he found out Cain “jumped the bones” of his youngest daughter. As a father himself, how would Cain feel if he were in Ahamo’s shoes? Screw that, Cain had a son, not a daughter. He bent down quickly and untied his shoes as fast as his old fingers would allow.
He opened the old door with hardly a sound. He knew just how to open the door without a hinge creaking, part of the mysterious job of a tin man. Cain looked around the darkening room, trying to adjust his piercing eyes. DG was nowhere to be seen but he thought he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. She really was serious. He closed the door just as quietly behind him and sat his heavy boots near the door. He slipped out of his socks and then moved up to his belted pants. With a tiny jingle, the belt slid off his waist and shortly after off came his pants. He sat his heavy coat on a nearby chair and hung his hat from the door knob, no since in that getting wet.
He unbuttoned his linen shirt, and threw it on the floor, followed by his undershirt. He took a deep breath and looked down towards his underpants. They didn’t really teach a man this type of thing at the academy. How to shoot a gun? Yes. How to rescue a damsel in distress? Sort of. How to undress in order to screw an awaiting princess? Not really on the agenda at all. He kicked off the last remaining part of his dignity and hoped to the sky that this was not so cruel, sick joke.
He stood in the door way, his toned, lean body casting a shadow back towards DG’s bed, an object that would most certainly be used tonight. He watched as her shoulders raised as she laughed softly to herself. He couldn’t even fathom what he was feeling as he watched her drop her bathrobe. It fell to her feet like a fluttering feather. Any thoughts of turning around and leaving went out the door as he watched her raise an arm to let down her black hair. The contrast of her dark hair on her light skin made his soul burn. He had to tell himself to get a grip and hold back. He watched her lean forward, getting a clear view of her bottom. Through all the joking and all the uncertainty, he was a gentleman at heart. He brought his hand up to his own heart, making sure it really wanted this. With a slight flutter, it answered him that this was what he had been wanting all along but was too scared to admit it.
He walked over and put his hands on her awaiting hips and felt her jump slightly. He watched as she turned around, but he left his hands put. He looked into her wide eyes, seeing how they reflected back the same worry and uncertainty in his own. As his lips met hers for the first time he didn’t hold back. He wanted to take her, right then and there, but feared for her safety and pulled back. As they both pulled apart he could hear DG attempt to catch her breath as she clung to him. He felt her weight as held her close, not wanting to let go.
“So,” He said, his voice a surprising husky sound. “How does this ‘jumping of the bones’ work? Does there have to be a running leap or just a smashing of bodies?” He felt DG laugh and closed his eyes. He knew that whatever consequences came about were well worth being able to feel this way at this moment. As he brought his lips back down to hers again, this time making the moment count. Yes, he’d have to deal with a million answers in the morning, but tonight, at this moment, she was his.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Cain/DG
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or the story of the Wizard of Oz nor Tin-Man.
Warnings: no warnings, just enjoy!
Summary: The flip side of "Splish Splash". What goes through Cain's mind as he's been given the ultimate gift?
Cain stood out in the hallway pacing back and forth. He didn’t know what was worse, the echo sound this feet made on the marble floor or the thoughts bouncing around in his head. Either way he would go mad soon from frustration. Yes, he’d taken notice to the sassy, raven hair beauty that had saved his life. Yes, she’d been the object of his affection for many months now. Yes, he’d kept close to her for that very reason. However, no lines were to be crossed at all. And this, yes this, was a very large line. It was a jagged, thick, solid line. He twisted his hat in his hands and brought a hand up to run through his light hair. Whatever magical spell she had on him was working, it was just a matter of time before his heart exploded all over the palace walls. As he tapped his foot firmly on the floor he thought back to what happened only a few mere moment before.
He hated working in the library. It was too dark, too quiet and too boring. He would rather be outside and in the open air. What made matters worse, DG and Azkadellia were acting like. . .girls. With all the talk about boys and clothes and other crap like that, he’d almost wished Zero had successfully shot him that day so many months before.
His mouth contorted into a wide yawn and he stretched his long arms up towards the ceiling. He looked over at Glitch just as the man started to dip into sleep. He was just about to kick him from under the table when he heard Azkadellia mention something about penis size and boot size, or was it hand size? Either way he watched as DG’s face turned a bright shade of red. He immediately felt embarrassed and felt like he wanted to be anywhere than where he was sitting at that moment. He watched DG start to laugh, her small face twisting into amusement. Was she laughing at him or the situation?
“What’s so funny?” Cain asked her. He watched her cover her mouth, her large eyes grew wide. He couldn’t help but smile inside at how adorable she looked when she was embarrassed. However, he didn’t want her to see this and remained angry. “What would you know about things like this?” He asked her, trying to stay in character.
“More than you think.” She retorted. Cain was blown away by the frankness of the girl sitting in front of him. He knew she’d been quite open before, but she was just flinging it back at him. He sat up straight in his chair and watched as Azkadellia made her way out of the room, followed closely by a trailing Glitch. He looked over at DG, suddenly feeling sorry for being an ass. He was about to apologize for stirring the pot when she got up and walked over to him. He felt her warm breath on his ear and his entire body went rigid.
"I'm gonna run a bath. If you'd like a shot at jumping my bones you should be naked by the time the bath tub's full." She whispered in his ear. He felt his heart nearly stop and he instantly felt a burning inside of him. Was she really serious? His face must have given away something as he watched DG pull away, biting her bottom lip. Clearly she didn’t mean what she had said, had she? He watched as she stood taller and then turned to leave, a slight cackle to her laugh. He got up and walked behind her as she walked back to her room. He didn’t know where he was going or what he’d do when he got there, but he had to follow.
She approached her room and shut the door behind her. Now what? Was he supposed to follow her in? Was he supposed to give her a few minutes to prep? What was the protocol for fucking the youngest princess of the O.Z? Cain stood looking up at the door completely unaware of what to do next.
Standing out in the hallway, he looked like a lost little boy. His body felt limp and his head drooped to the side. Whatever was beyond that door was bad. Bad in a way only a father could see. He thought about Ahamo and how he’d feel if he found out Cain “jumped the bones” of his youngest daughter. As a father himself, how would Cain feel if he were in Ahamo’s shoes? Screw that, Cain had a son, not a daughter. He bent down quickly and untied his shoes as fast as his old fingers would allow.
He opened the old door with hardly a sound. He knew just how to open the door without a hinge creaking, part of the mysterious job of a tin man. Cain looked around the darkening room, trying to adjust his piercing eyes. DG was nowhere to be seen but he thought he heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. She really was serious. He closed the door just as quietly behind him and sat his heavy boots near the door. He slipped out of his socks and then moved up to his belted pants. With a tiny jingle, the belt slid off his waist and shortly after off came his pants. He sat his heavy coat on a nearby chair and hung his hat from the door knob, no since in that getting wet.
He unbuttoned his linen shirt, and threw it on the floor, followed by his undershirt. He took a deep breath and looked down towards his underpants. They didn’t really teach a man this type of thing at the academy. How to shoot a gun? Yes. How to rescue a damsel in distress? Sort of. How to undress in order to screw an awaiting princess? Not really on the agenda at all. He kicked off the last remaining part of his dignity and hoped to the sky that this was not so cruel, sick joke.
He stood in the door way, his toned, lean body casting a shadow back towards DG’s bed, an object that would most certainly be used tonight. He watched as her shoulders raised as she laughed softly to herself. He couldn’t even fathom what he was feeling as he watched her drop her bathrobe. It fell to her feet like a fluttering feather. Any thoughts of turning around and leaving went out the door as he watched her raise an arm to let down her black hair. The contrast of her dark hair on her light skin made his soul burn. He had to tell himself to get a grip and hold back. He watched her lean forward, getting a clear view of her bottom. Through all the joking and all the uncertainty, he was a gentleman at heart. He brought his hand up to his own heart, making sure it really wanted this. With a slight flutter, it answered him that this was what he had been wanting all along but was too scared to admit it.
He walked over and put his hands on her awaiting hips and felt her jump slightly. He watched as she turned around, but he left his hands put. He looked into her wide eyes, seeing how they reflected back the same worry and uncertainty in his own. As his lips met hers for the first time he didn’t hold back. He wanted to take her, right then and there, but feared for her safety and pulled back. As they both pulled apart he could hear DG attempt to catch her breath as she clung to him. He felt her weight as held her close, not wanting to let go.
“So,” He said, his voice a surprising husky sound. “How does this ‘jumping of the bones’ work? Does there have to be a running leap or just a smashing of bodies?” He felt DG laugh and closed his eyes. He knew that whatever consequences came about were well worth being able to feel this way at this moment. As he brought his lips back down to hers again, this time making the moment count. Yes, he’d have to deal with a million answers in the morning, but tonight, at this moment, she was his.