Tonight I Wanna Cry 2/?

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Title- I Got The T.V. On

Pairing- Dg/Cain

Rating- Pg-13

Summary- Fic based on the long Tonight I Wanna Cry by Keith Urban and what happens where the movie Tin Man leaves off                                           

Disclaimer- Neither the song nor anything having to do with Tin Man belongs to me

Thanks to my wonderful absolutely positively amazing beta brunette89. I love ya babe!

 

 

Dg didn’t remember when she had finally succumbed to the inky blackness of exhaustion.

She recalled the intense feeling of loneliness quite clearly that she had felt before finally falling asleep. DG wasn’t the crying sort, but she remembered the urge to cry that had taken over her the night before. From there, things got hazy, but she had the distant memory of curling up on the couch and trying not to freak herself out. 

Groaning, she stretched herself out cautiously and tried not to wince when her muscles momentarily spasmed as a result of her awkward sleeping position.

Looking around, she noticed for the first time that the front door was swinging open eerily. A cold wind blasted through the doorway and hit her full force. Dg stared at it for a second, completely off balance. She had closed the door last night… hadn’t she? 

Dg looked for something she could use as a weapon and her eyes locked on a hideous statue of a dancing maiden that her nurture unit mother had loved. Picking up the bronze figurine, she inched her way to the open door. Unease rippled down her spine and for a brief second she wondered if maybe she should just run upstairs and lock herself in her room.  She thought better of that idea.

What if someone was in her room?

"Dg, what the hell are you doing?"

Dg spun around so fast, she lost her balance and landed with a thud at Cain’s feet. She could no more erase the color staining her cheeks then she could rewind time.

"Cain!" She squeaked and if it was possible, she reddened even more.

"Shall I repeat the question? Or would you at least like to explain to me why you were wielding a fairy statue?"  He stood above, lips twisted in a half smile and hat tilted just right, masking his eyes in a mysterious shadow.

Mortified, Dg awkwardly got to her feet with some assistance from Cain.

"Um, when did you get here?"  She couldn’t meet his eyes.  Cain couldn’t stop the low chuckle from escaping.

"Just now.  It didn’t feel right leaving you alone for very long, so I asked for permission to travel ahead of the others. To my surprise, I find a blushing princess holding a fairy statue over her head, ready to clock me."

"I thought...well...I-I...NEVER MIND!" Dg turned away, beyond embarrassed, and tossed the statue on the couch with little care. Still not meeting Cain’s eyes, she padded quietly to the kitchen and banged around the cupboards for some coffee. She was in desperate need of a very, very strong cup of coffee.

Anything that would scald some sense into her.

Cain followed her into the kitchen, making her acutely aware of her state of dress. Or rather, dis-dress. 

I’m a damsel in ‘dis-dress’, she mused to herself.  Dg had shed her Ozian clothes and opted for a pair of raggedy jean shorts and a sweatshirt that was 3 sizes too small.  It cut off the circulation to her breasts and was altogether very uncomfortable, but last night she hadn’t cared what she wore, she had just wanted something clean. Anything that had a trace of blood on it reminded her of what she’d been forced to abandon.

"You all right kiddo?" Cain asked hesitantly, his face a mask of indecision.

"I’m just fine, Mr. Cain. How long have you been here?" She asked, forgetting that he had already told her.

"I just told you, I only arrived a few minutes ago."  He folded his arms across his chest, watching her.  Dg sighed with intense relief.

"Why didn’t you just wait a little longer and come with the others?"   

"As I said before, I wasn’t comfortable with you being alone." He clearly didn’t mind telling her things more than once.  His eyes swept over her, and he reminded himself to not think of her as a woman. She was a kid, and that was all. That thought didn’t stop the swelling in his pants. Dg was a sight for sore eyes, and only a fool wouldn’t want to bed her.  His inner voice decided to rear its ugly head.

Pull yourself together Cain; you’re old enough to be her father! To his horror, another voice in his head piped up.

Hey! You haven’t had a woman in years, and we all know you’re attracted to her. Cain shifted uncomfortably and feared he was going insane. The first voice popped up again.

That doesn’t give you the right to ravage the youngest princess!

Dg looked over at him skeptically as he struggled with his inner monologue.

"Well, when are they coming?"

If you show her the pleasures of the bed, you can focus on your job more, instead of being attracted to her in those to tight shorts and sweatshirt and not being able to do a thing about it. You know as well as I do that her legs would drive any man to action. If you think about it, you’d be saving yourself lots of distraction down the line.

"Cain?"

Cain cleared his throat and avoided her eyes, but that only made it easier for his eyes to be drawn to her shapely legs again.

"What?"

"When are the others coming?" She questioned again, but he looked distant and seemed very distracted. "Are you okay?"

"Yes! I’m fine. Just fine. They should be along tomorrow or the next day. Things took longer to wrap up than originally planned."  He went right back to his former state of appearing comatose.

"Cain, are you sure you’re okay?"

Besides the fact he was thinking like a crazed fool? That thoughts of them together were driving his senses mad?  That he wanted nothing better then to kiss her senseless and then kiss every inch of her skin?  To trail a path up those infernal legs of hers…

"Yes." He managed to choke out. "I’m just fine."

You’re a terrible liar, Cain.  Just take her and get it over with, you slobbering, hormone crazed schoolboy.

Cain growled under his breath and deliberately turned his gaze out the window.

"You just gonna stand there and gape at me?"

With fists affixed on her hips, she glared at him. Muttering under her breath, she continued making the coffee and chastising herself silently.

He thinks of you as nothing more than a pesky kid. He’s certainly not entertaining thoughts of kissing… or anything else for that matter! He thinks of you as nothing but a duty, something to protect. Well fine, we can deal with that. Get control of yourself, Dg! Have some pride!

 

"I don’t know what’s wrong with you all the sudden, you were laughing at me a second ago."

That’s before I thought of undressing you and taking you right where you stood. Cain’s right hand gripped the back of the chair so hard; he thought he was going to break it.

"What are you doing?" He asked, neatly diverting the conversation away from his sudden tenseness.  Dg smiled slightly but let him change the subject.

"Right now I’m making coffee, and then I’m going to call the diner and see if they will give me my job back."

"Why would you do that?" Cain asked, eyes narrowing dangerously.

"Because everything on the side costs money and seeing as I have no idea how long we’re going to be stuck here, we’re going to need some sort of income."

 

"I’m sure we can figure out an alternative to you working at the diner." Cain insisted stubbornly.  Dg frowned.

"Like what? Have a garage sale?" She suggested sarcastically, rolling her eyes.

"Garage sale?" Cain peered at her, eyebrows knit in confusion.  Dg sighed. It wasn’t Cain’s fault that he didn’t understand half the things that came out of her mouth.

"Never mind, Mr. Cain. The point is… the only way we’re going to survive here is if I get a job. In this hick town, the best chance I have is the diner." Dg explained patiently.

"No." Cain stated simply.  Dg scowled.

"No? That’s all you’re going to say? NO?"

“I won’t let you take the job at the diner, Dg.  Royalty is not meant to work.”

“What about the week I just spent as a field nurse?” Dg was quickly losing her patience.  “You know what?  Forget it, mister!  I’m taking that job!”

"Dg, I can’t protect you if you’re off gallivanting at some diner." Cain’s jaw convulsed because of how hard his teeth we’re grinding together. “You can’t take that job.”

"Go to hell!" Dg wasn’t sure why she was so angry, but rage was boiling up inside her and Cain happened to be the unlucky recipient.

"Dg, kiddo, calm down." Cain knew he had crossed a line.

"Calm down? You want me to calm down? Who the hell do you think you are?" Before she knew what she was doing, Dg grabbed the coffee pot and hurled it at him.  Cain dodged the pot but wasn’t quite quick enough to avoid the scalding liquid.

"DG!" He roared.  Dg blinked back the tears welling up in her eyes, a knife’s point from falling down her cheeks.

"Damn you!  Just leave me the hell alone!" Blinking rapidly, she ran from the kitchen and scrambled up the stairs. Gasping for air, she barely made it to the side of her bed before collapsing in a fit of tears. As she sunk to her knees, her whole body convulsed as she sobbed. She didn’t realize that Cain had followed her until she felt his arms wrap around her. Turning in his slightly awkward embrace, she threw her arms around him.

"I-I’m s-so s-s-sorry." She gasped.

"It’s okay kiddo. Don’t hold back." He cradled her against his chest and rocked her gently back and forth.  When her tears finally stopped, she lay limp in his arms and followed the coffee stain line on his shirt with her finger.

"Sorry about your shirt." She mumbled.  Cain laughed softly and the rumble in his chest filled her with warmth.

"Don’t worry about it." Cain never realized when exactly his hand began stroking her calf. After making a few trips up and down her calf, his hand began to wander higher.

That’s right old man; seduce her at her weakest moment. Excellent strategy. Pervert.

Cain groaned softly, half because of the feel of her satin skin against his, and half because his subconscious has once again piped up.

Don’t listen to him, he’s just jealous. Go for it! GO for it!

Dg moaned slightly from the electric shock of Cain’s magical hand. She wondered if he was even aware he was stroking her leg. Shifting slightly, she inconspicuously moved her leg just right so he had better access. She had a feeling that if she spoke, he would realize what he was doing and stop.

Cain brushed his fingers along the line of her inner thigh and then traced a path back down to her ankle. He could never have imagined the feeling of the perfect silky smoothness of her skin. Bending his head, he brushed a kiss across her knee.

"Cain." She murmured absently caught up in the touch of his warm, calloused hand.  Brought out of his trance, he scrambled away from her, horror evident in his face.

Damnit Cain, you were so close! She didn’t mind. In fact, she was probably enjoying it as much or more than you were. Don’t be such a gentlemen!

"Oh Gods, Dg, I’m sorry!"  He said softly, horrified that he had let himself be caught.  Dg looked up at him her eyes hooded.

"Well I’m not, and since you’re clearly unwilling to continue, you should leave because I need to take a shower."

Cain stood staring at her, jaw hanging open.

"Unless you want to see me naked."

I want to see her naked! In fact, let’s help her!

"Okay, I warned you." Dg started to pull her too-small sweatshirt off and Cain spun on his heel and left.

You idiot! A little longer and you could have had her!  Damn you and your damned Boy Scout syndrome.

"Shut up." Cain growled as he stomped down the stairs.

*~*~*

Dg grinned to herself while she showered. At least now she knew for sure that Cain wasn’t immune to her. Now she had something substantial to work with. He didn’t have a chance.

Cain was in for a wild ride.

*~*~*

Just let him see what he’s missing, then he won’t be able to resist.

Dg smiled and strolled down the stairs. Cain was waiting for her at the bottom, his face inscrutable. Just as she had hoped, his eyes traveled up her body slowly until they finally met her eyes.

"Where are you going dressed like that?" Cain demanded, eyes flashing with fire.

Dg looked down at her ensemble with a suppressed smile. The most important piece in her outfit was a tiny black miniskirt that she had worn only once before.  She wouldn’t have normally worn a scrap of fabric for a skirt, but she was trying to make a point. DG also wore a low-cut white sweater that fell off her shoulders appetizingly.  To top it all off, she sported a pair of strappy black stilettos that showcased her Sin City-red toenails.

"Dressed like what?"

Cain’s stomach clenched. There was no way he was letting Dg out of the house dressed like that.

"Like an… escort!" He grabbed her wrist and attempted to drag her up the stairs, only succeeding to get her up to the landing.  He stood in front of the descending stairs to prevent her from leaving. "Find something appropriate to wear and then maybe, just maybe, I’ll let you out of the house."

Dg took her hand back and slipped under his arm.  Trying not to smile, she ‘accidentally’ brushed against him when she passed him.

"I’m going like this, and I am going now."

"Change yourself now, or I’ll change you myself." Cain threatened, his eyes murderous, but that was only covering his raging lust.

Dg beamed.

"Okay."  She put her arms over her head to allow him better access to the hem of her sweater. Cain rubbed his eyes, trying to suppress his urge to yank that sweater right over her head.

"Damn it Dg. I don’t want you to take that position." He immediately regretted his word choice, growling deep in his throat out of frustration.   

Tell her the truth Cain, seeing her dressed like this is making you hard.

“Come on, Dg.”  He crossed his arms.  Dg’s smile faded and she mimicked his stance.

"You can’t stop me from getting the job. I already called Carter and he said the job was mine. My shift is about to start and if I don’t get going, I’ll be late."

"Let’s make a deal.  You change, and I’ll let you go." Cain took a step down the stairs.

“Fine. You let me drive the bike and I’ll change.”

“You let me come with you and I’ll let you drive the bike.” He reached the bottom of the stairs.  Dg sighed, nodding in agreement, but not without grimacing.

"This is not going to go well."

*~*~*

"Cain, sit here, don’t move a muscle, and please for my sake don’t make trouble."  Dg tied her apron around her waist as she looked at him sternly.  Cain muttered under his breath and did as she bid.

"Yes ma’am."

As the day continued, Dg thought things were going relatively well. That is, until Cain began a fight with one of her customers.

"Cain, knock it off!" Dg chided, struggling to drag him back to his table. "You can’t just go around picking fights with my customers!"

"He tried to kiss you!"

"Well, maybe that would’ve been great, since you clearly won’t!" Dg yelled, ignoring the stares.  

Cain’s face darkened dangerously.

Dg was afraid for a moment of what he was about to do. With only a split second’s thought, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her through the closest door, which happened to be the men’s bathroom.  When the door closed, Cain pinned Dg to the door.

Dg watched him curiously, but he seemed to be in his own little world. Gently, he put one hand under her chin and the other on her cheek. Tilting her head back slightly, Dg waited for him to make the next move.

Ever so sweetly, he captured her lips with his. All at once, his senses all fired, sending a shot of ecstasy through his chest. She tasted like a beautiful vintage wine with the slightest hint of honey.

Dg’s hands slid up and around his neck. Opening her lips she begged Cain in, but he realized what he was doing and pulled back with a stunned and embarrassed expression.

"Wyatt Cain, if you apologize, I’ll punch you."

*~*~*

Cain watched Dg as she puttered around the farmhouse’s tiny kitchen. She walked as gracefully as any Royal he’d ever seen and her movements were the model of absolute fluidity.

You’re more than few years older than her Cain, and she’s royal.

Yeah, but she wants you, and you want her. What more could you ask for?

"Cain, could you give me a hand?"

"What do you need?" Cain glanced up at her.

"Oh, never mind." Dg climbed up on the counter and stood on her tiptoes to reach a can of tuna.

"DG!" Cain shouted when he saw what she was doing. He stood up so quickly, the chair clattered behind him. Coming up behind her, he grabbed her by the waist and swung her off the counter. "I’ll get you whatever you need."  He reached up and easily grabbed the tuna can.  Dg smiled up at him and laid her hands lightly on his sculpted chest.

"I was perfectly capable of getting the tuna, Cain." Dg whispered.

Cain tried to think past the feeling of her molded against him. She fit him perfectly, and it was a hard thing not to notice.

"I don’t want you to endanger yourself like that."  He cleared his throat lightly.  Dg trailed a finger down his chest.

"I really was fine." She insisted quietly. "I was just too short to reach what I wanted. It really wasn’t that dangerous."

Cain’s hand splayed across her lower back as he brought her closer to him. Her soft body melded with his and Cain couldn’t stop from inhaling a quick breath.

Cain you’re treading in dangerous territory and if you don’t step back, you’re going to do something you’ll regret.

Put a can in it, you old wheezebag! Cain, it’s time you live a little. You couldn’t find a more willing women, and you know as well as I do that Dg is the only woman you’ve been interested in for a long time. Even Adora didn’t spark these kinds of emotions in you.

"Humor me Dg. Don’t try that again." He responded, voice equally hushed.  Before Cain could think clearly enough to step back, Dg placed a soft kiss on the hollow of his throat.

"Okay."

Cain knew he should step back, but couldn’t bring himself to do it.

"We shouldn’t do this." He rasped hoarsely.  Dg’s lips tipped into a small smile.

"There is a lot of things that we shouldn’t do in this world, but I’ve never seen that stop you before."

Cain smiled.

"That’s true." Sick of resisting temptation, he kissed her hungrily, but pulled back after the brief fault in judgment. "I would love to do this Dg, really… but we can’t."

Dg was silent for a second.

"Maybe not… but mark my words, Wyatt Cain… you can’t resist forever.”  Dg lightly patted his cheek.  “Let’s fix dinner and watch some TV."

"TV." Cain’s brow furrowed with the familiar confusion.

Dg laughed softly. "Cain, you are missing out on a whole world of wonders."

*~*~*

"Come on, Cain!" Dg shouted from the living room.

"Okay, okay, I’m coming, quit shouting already." Cain grumbled and came in from the kitchen.  Dg curled up on the couch and patted the cushion beside her.

"Sit right here.  I want to fall asleep in your arms, now that I know what I was missing...” Dg winked.  “We’ll find something good to watch on TV and enjoy a night of doing absolutely nothing."

Just do it Cain, you know you want to.

*****Author's Note- Here you are my lovelies, hope you all like! Please comment!*******

 

 

 

 

Comments

[tardisinthesgc.livejournal.com]

Smartoompa, you are BRILLIANT!!! I LOVE evil!Dg. seriously, she is fantastic!!! not to mention, uh, horny!Cain. THAT is ALWAYS fun to read. *cracks up* I seriously love this. can't wait for more!
*offers brownies as a bribe to write and post faster* come on, please?!?!

[smartoompaa.livejournal.com]

Yous absolutely amazing comment it enough to want to make me write and write and write!!! But brownies do sound good, hm..... Thank you so much for commenting I wasn't sure at first if I should go that direction, but it was so irresistable.... THANKYOU once again!

[dmr2158.livejournal.com]

I loved it. I was giggling like a hyena, then swooning like a Victorian lady. Why is it reluctant Cain is soo hot?

Can't wait for more.

[smartoompaa.livejournal.com]

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!! I am super glad you enjoyed it!

[flareonfury.livejournal.com]

PLEASE REMEMBER TO TAG YOUR ENTRIES (http://community.livejournal.com/dg_cain/55414.html). Thank You.

[smartoompaa.livejournal.com]

OH! I'm sorry I Thought I did but I must have done it when i posted it somewhere else, sorry! I'll fix it right now!

[neefalco.livejournal.com]

He didn’t have a chance. Cain was in for a wild ride.

oh that tin man is in for a world of trouble, lol. something tells me he's gonna like it ;)

i am really really enjoying this thus far. i can't wait to read the next chapter.

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Thank you so much for you're wonderful comment! Love hearing from you!