The Connecting Strands: Drawn To Love
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dg_cainTitle: The Connecting Strands: Drawn To Love
Characters/Pairings:DG/Cain
Rating:PG-13 (and it's going to stay that way for good measure).
Warnings/Spoilers: Slight fluff and giddyness alert.
Summary: A series of short stories the strands that connect DG and Cain together after the Witch's defeat.
Author's Note: I knew at one point the out put for this series would slow down. And here is the snag. Stories won't come every day like they did before, but I promise to have new ones out as often as I can. Fair enough? Oh and for anyone who is curious, this story is now five months after the mini-series end. And three weeks since DG and Cain's scenes in 'Comforter'.
And here we take the first step in the right direction, or as we call it. A bit of fluff. Enjoy!
DG watched dust motes dancing in the sunlight streaming through her open balcony doors. She smiled as every once in a while the dust would settle on a pair of old, well worn boots that were propped up on the balcony rail. Elegance contrasting with well used wears. It suited the occasion.
DG was sitting contently just out of the sun’s rays. Cross legged on an ottoman with a sketchpad perched on her knee, her charcoal stained fingers bringing the sleeping figure of Wyatt Cain to life on the page. He was stretched out on the chair with his feet up, looking all the world like a content basking cat. Hat brim pulled down to shield his eyes. He was even snoring a little bit which brought a smile to DG’s lips.
Cain was helping his son go through the process of booking individual Longcoat as they were brought in. Filling out the necessary paperwork so Jeb could stay out in the field to keep up the arrest quota. Giving Cain a chance to still function as DG’s bodyguard and play a part as Tin Man as well. But DG noticed it was taking a lot of Cain’s free time to do this little thing for Jeb.
So it was no surprise to DG when she came back from raiding the portrait makers studio for art supplies, that she found him dozing. Making himself the unknowing model for her newest ‘art project’ whether he liked it or not.
It had only taken DG five minutes to sketch the basic outline of Cain’s body, now she was working on the details. In her opinion it was a much slower speed then she was accustomed to back in Kansas. But recently there had been too much excitement going on for her to just sit down like this and draw.
She started with Cain’s hands threaded together over his stomach, deceptively rough fingers where the only hard patches resided where he had pulled the trigger one to many times. Other then that she knew they were gentle, even hesitant to reach out and make contact with another human being unless it meant violence.
Leading the black charcoal up his chest, DG formed the small arch of his neck. His defined jaw line resting squarely on his chest as he dozed. His lips parted slightly, a bow set usually in a grim line above his chin was more relaxed in sleep.
DG stopped and ran her pinky carefully along Cain’s lower lip, smudging the shading in properly. She smiled despite herself, wondering how contradicting flesh would of felt to rough paper.
The charcoal lines followed DG’s command as she arched it down, forming the trailing end of his coat just barely touching the ground. Fabric falling away to reveal the steel butt of his gun that was rarely separated from him. Wearing armor still in the safety of high walls and relative peace.
She pressed down too hard with the charcoal over Cain’s left hand and the ring she’d been trying so delicately to draw there now stood out in sharp relief against the softer lines she’d used to draw him. She swore softly under her breath and grabbed the little handkerchief from her pocket to wipe away the excess , make it blend in more with the rest of the piece. But it refused to be lightened, now looking like a black smear instead of an actual ring.
DG hated to admit it, but her subconscious was the villain here and she knew it. She knew the ring was the last bond Cain had with his wife, something he hadn’t left behind with the house and the tin suit. And she’d understood why it was so important to him. But recently it had felt like an invisible barrier that kept her from reaching out to him sometimes.
DG sighed and blew over the page, getting rid of the loose soot left from sketching. A warm feeling spread through her, having captured this rare moment for good. It wasn’t perfect, but neither was Cain. And she was glad for that.
DG was startled out of her quiet revelry by the sound of metal scraping across marble.
"How long you been sitting there, kid?" Cain asked in a slightly groggy voice that let her know he had indeed just woken up.
"Not too long," She said casually as she watched Cain work the kinks out of his neck and replaced the hat on his head.
"I was only gone for ten minutes. But you were out cold when I got back. Gave me enough time to get some live model practice." DG teased. Cain smiled as he walked towards her, exchanging sunshine for cool shadows as he entered the room.
They'd been easier to come by recently, his smiles. Ever since that day at the cabin.
"Yeah, well. Sleeps been hard to come by last few nights." He said off handedly as he adjusted the gun strap over his chest. Making himself artfully disheveled once more. "Lets see what ya got there." He said with interest, reaching for the sketchpad DG held loosely in her fingers.
DG's brain kicked in just before Cain touched it and snatched the book back to her chest. Cain's eyebrows shot up into his hat with surprise.
"Not finished yet. Maybe later." DG said quickly with a grin, hoping Cain would let it go.
But Cain looked down at her steadily, unaffected by her plight.
"Hand it over, kid." He said simply, making a beckoning motion with his hand that would not be ignored.
"Right." DG said glumly, handing over with her heart in her throat.
The last time she'd 'drawn' Cain was as a joke. DG still claimed innocence over giving his stick figure that constipated look. After that her sketchbook was periodically confiscated for routine checks that were usually a humorous. But right now, DG found nothing funny about it. She just wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and stay there as Cain looked over her drawing with sincere interest.
Cain smiled at first, tilting the picture this way and that a fraction to make sure he was all proportioned right, probably thinking up a crack to make about it. But then she watched as his eyes were drawn to a certain part of the picture and clouded with something she couldn't read.
His left hand moved independently, his thumb spinning the silver band resting there. Blue eyes focused on the ring as if it were the first time he'd ever seen it in his life.
DG wanted to say something, wanted him to say something. Anything to break the silence that forced her to keep staring at the man expectantly.
Cain's eyes suddenly snapped back to the picture as a whole and he swallowed.
"Not bad, Princess. Takes talent to be that perceptive with detail." He said with a forced smile as he handed it back.
DG's brow furrowed as Cain headed towards the door. "Where are you going?" She asked, standing up to follow him.
"Just some paperwork that needs seeing to." Cain said, holding up a hand to stop her. DG stopped just short of Cain's reach and studied him closely.
" You all right?" She asked, hoping to get something out of him.
Cain smirked. "Don't worry, Princess. I'll be back in time to escort you to dinner."
And then with a curt nod he was out the door, leaving DG to wonder what she had just done. Letting herself sink back in her chair, she sighed, tracing her fingers along Cain's charcoal jaw line.
-----
Cain watched the twin suns set behind the mountains from his window. He winced when the staff dinner bell rang, letting them all know this was the time for last minute preparations. Meaning that Cain was out of time.
Paperwork, which he had used as an excuse to while away the past few hours, had consisted of staring at his hand. The wedding band staring back at him like an alien entity.
Exhaling loudly through his nose, Cain wrapped two fingers around the ring and slid it off his finger. He half expected the pop of magic or some brilliant light signaling the sever of metal from flesh. But there were no fireworks. Just the dull, metallic plop it made when it fell onto his desk.
-----
When DG heard the familiar knock at her door, she had half a mind to pretend she wasn’t there. Maybe he’d go to dinner thinking she’d gone without him. But by the second knock she regained some of her courage and opened the door.
“Ready.” She said brightly, going to move past him to reach the hallway. But Cain was doing a good job of making himself a human blockade in her doorway.
“We need to talk , DG.” The tin man said seriously.
DG’s face fell. “Now?”
Cain took a breathe and let it out slowly. “Yeah, now.”
DG nodded and they walked back into the room, Cain shutting the doors behind him.
She wasn’t sure what to do, so DG went with the first thing that popped into her head. “Cain, look. I’m sorry about the picture, I…”
She stopped when she felt Cain’s hand on her shoulder, blue eyes looking down to meet blue.
“I need you to listen to me before you go on sounding like a broken record for something you didn’t do. All right?” Cain said determinedly and it was obvious he’d had this conversation somewhat planned out in advance before he came to DG’s door.
DG nodded, watching as Cain relaxed a little. “Good.”
“Now first off, you didn’t do anything wrong this afternoon. “ Cain held her gaze until he was sure the truth of it had gotten across. The curious raise of a brow signaled she was listening. “It was something I needed to see. Which means I’m the one that should be apologizing to you, kid.”
DG’s face screwed up in confusion. “ I think I missed something here. Care to explain how that works?”
Cain frowned and bowed his head for a moment, only letting DG see his lips under the brim of his hat. “When you carry things with you for some time, you forget they’re even there, DG. They become so much a part of you, that you can’t even feel the weight of them after a while.”
DG looked around her room, wondering if Cain’s point was somehow hidden on a shelf or closet. “Still not sure what you’re talking about.”
Cain could see that words were not helping, so he raised up his left hand for her to see and watched her carefully.
DG could only stare at the discolored circle around Cain’s finger where his wedding band was earlier that day. She wanted to pinpoint an emotion that stood out the most, but they were all jumbled together and vying for attention at the moment. Surprise, guilt, happiness, confusion. The last seem to cover them all so she let that one take over.
“What does that mean?” She asked, her feet parted in a fighting stance. But she wasn’t sure why.
Cain wasn’t sure how to go now. One wrong word and whatever they had could end right here, and he wasn’t sure about DG, but he was really curious what that future held for them.
“ It means whatever we want it to, DG.” He told her gently, reaching out to her. But she smacked his hand away.
“No.” She said quickly. “ Put it back on.”
“Why?” He asked.
“Because.” DG answered. Useless, childish even. But it was all she had.
“Give me a reason and I will.” Cain said as he took a step towards her .
“ Because I said so?”
Cain shook his head. “Give me a better reason.” He continued to advance on her, and DG was running out of room and excuses.
DG felt her back hit the wall and Cain stopped in front of her, making it impossible to get past him. “Well?”
“Because it’s Adora, Cain. I can’t make you throw that away. You already gave up so much of her.”
Cain sighed and reached forward to tilt her chin up so she‘d stop looking at the floor. “DG, look at me.”
DG took her sweet time raising her eyes from the ground, but she didn’t flinch away once she had.
“That ring didn’t symbolize my wife.” Cain took DG’s hand and put it over his heart. “ This is where she is, and she’ll always be there. Who do you think taught me that?”
DG looked from her hand to Cain’s face, giving into a small smile. Cain returned it.
“Until you drew that picture I didnt even know I was still wearing it. But I said my goodbyes, DG. And I know Adora would no doubt nag my ear off if I didn’t make an effort to move on. But what happens now, that’s up to you. I just want you to know that I’ll be here when you're ready to accept that.”
Cain’s words were followed by silence. DG didn’t move. The dinner bell rang.
Cain let out the breathe he’d been holding, berating himself for expecting too much.
“ Come on, I’ll take you to dinner.” Cain said as he went to turn for the door.
But he was held up short by a hand holding onto the holster strap running across his chest.
DG had tears in her eyes but a smile on her lips. A major contradiction to itself but Cain couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked beautiful, vulnerable in a way that frightened him. Like one false move would make her shatter.
Cain couldn’t move, even when DG did all the moving herself. Using her hold on his holster, DG pulled Cain down to an accessible level and kissed him. Her lips were soft, lost against his in an act of emotion and not skill. There was no lust, or blind need in her kiss. It was hope and promise. Asking for reassurance. Melting Cain from the inside out.
He pressed her against the wall, taking the lead as he angled his mouth against hers. Eliciting a noise from DG that only spurred him on to explore her mouth, finding welcome entrance as she parted her lips. And for a moment they were lost to the world, smiling against each others mouths, laughing when DG needed to breathe. Then pulling to one another again as if this kiss was all they needed.
Enraptured as the two were with each other, the sound of DG’s door opening was enough to freeze them like statues. DG was having horrible flashbacks to high school, while Cain had a lot of vivid murders planned for the intruder.
“ Hey, we can’t exactly start dinner without the whole judge and jury present. I’m starving, so lets…”
Ambrose stopped mid rant at the sight of Cain and DG in compromising positions against the wall. “Ooo, right. I should probably…”
“Glitch. If you even think of breathing a word of this to anyone, I’ll personally make you miss having half a brain. Got it?” Cain asked slowly, his voice nearing on murderous. DG on the other hand was trying to keep a straight face.
Ambrose was long gone. And when Cain turned back to DG, so was she. He turned in time to see her walking out into the hall.
“Hey, where you going?” Cain asked in confusion, they were far from done in his opinion.
DG stared at him wide eyed and innocent, a little mischief in her smile. “ Dinner.”
She gave a giddy yelp before racing down the hallway with Cain hot on her heels.
-----
Author's Note: le sigh. Don't look at me, I had them all under control and then they started sprinting off like little kids. Granted you do get kind of giddy after a kiss like that.
Next Story: Wedding Date
Characters/Pairings:DG/Cain
Rating:PG-13 (and it's going to stay that way for good measure).
Warnings/Spoilers: Slight fluff and giddyness alert.
Summary: A series of short stories the strands that connect DG and Cain together after the Witch's defeat.
Author's Note: I knew at one point the out put for this series would slow down. And here is the snag. Stories won't come every day like they did before, but I promise to have new ones out as often as I can. Fair enough? Oh and for anyone who is curious, this story is now five months after the mini-series end. And three weeks since DG and Cain's scenes in 'Comforter'.
And here we take the first step in the right direction, or as we call it. A bit of fluff. Enjoy!
DG watched dust motes dancing in the sunlight streaming through her open balcony doors. She smiled as every once in a while the dust would settle on a pair of old, well worn boots that were propped up on the balcony rail. Elegance contrasting with well used wears. It suited the occasion.
DG was sitting contently just out of the sun’s rays. Cross legged on an ottoman with a sketchpad perched on her knee, her charcoal stained fingers bringing the sleeping figure of Wyatt Cain to life on the page. He was stretched out on the chair with his feet up, looking all the world like a content basking cat. Hat brim pulled down to shield his eyes. He was even snoring a little bit which brought a smile to DG’s lips.
Cain was helping his son go through the process of booking individual Longcoat as they were brought in. Filling out the necessary paperwork so Jeb could stay out in the field to keep up the arrest quota. Giving Cain a chance to still function as DG’s bodyguard and play a part as Tin Man as well. But DG noticed it was taking a lot of Cain’s free time to do this little thing for Jeb.
So it was no surprise to DG when she came back from raiding the portrait makers studio for art supplies, that she found him dozing. Making himself the unknowing model for her newest ‘art project’ whether he liked it or not.
It had only taken DG five minutes to sketch the basic outline of Cain’s body, now she was working on the details. In her opinion it was a much slower speed then she was accustomed to back in Kansas. But recently there had been too much excitement going on for her to just sit down like this and draw.
She started with Cain’s hands threaded together over his stomach, deceptively rough fingers where the only hard patches resided where he had pulled the trigger one to many times. Other then that she knew they were gentle, even hesitant to reach out and make contact with another human being unless it meant violence.
Leading the black charcoal up his chest, DG formed the small arch of his neck. His defined jaw line resting squarely on his chest as he dozed. His lips parted slightly, a bow set usually in a grim line above his chin was more relaxed in sleep.
DG stopped and ran her pinky carefully along Cain’s lower lip, smudging the shading in properly. She smiled despite herself, wondering how contradicting flesh would of felt to rough paper.
The charcoal lines followed DG’s command as she arched it down, forming the trailing end of his coat just barely touching the ground. Fabric falling away to reveal the steel butt of his gun that was rarely separated from him. Wearing armor still in the safety of high walls and relative peace.
She pressed down too hard with the charcoal over Cain’s left hand and the ring she’d been trying so delicately to draw there now stood out in sharp relief against the softer lines she’d used to draw him. She swore softly under her breath and grabbed the little handkerchief from her pocket to wipe away the excess , make it blend in more with the rest of the piece. But it refused to be lightened, now looking like a black smear instead of an actual ring.
DG hated to admit it, but her subconscious was the villain here and she knew it. She knew the ring was the last bond Cain had with his wife, something he hadn’t left behind with the house and the tin suit. And she’d understood why it was so important to him. But recently it had felt like an invisible barrier that kept her from reaching out to him sometimes.
DG sighed and blew over the page, getting rid of the loose soot left from sketching. A warm feeling spread through her, having captured this rare moment for good. It wasn’t perfect, but neither was Cain. And she was glad for that.
DG was startled out of her quiet revelry by the sound of metal scraping across marble.
"How long you been sitting there, kid?" Cain asked in a slightly groggy voice that let her know he had indeed just woken up.
"Not too long," She said casually as she watched Cain work the kinks out of his neck and replaced the hat on his head.
"I was only gone for ten minutes. But you were out cold when I got back. Gave me enough time to get some live model practice." DG teased. Cain smiled as he walked towards her, exchanging sunshine for cool shadows as he entered the room.
They'd been easier to come by recently, his smiles. Ever since that day at the cabin.
"Yeah, well. Sleeps been hard to come by last few nights." He said off handedly as he adjusted the gun strap over his chest. Making himself artfully disheveled once more. "Lets see what ya got there." He said with interest, reaching for the sketchpad DG held loosely in her fingers.
DG's brain kicked in just before Cain touched it and snatched the book back to her chest. Cain's eyebrows shot up into his hat with surprise.
"Not finished yet. Maybe later." DG said quickly with a grin, hoping Cain would let it go.
But Cain looked down at her steadily, unaffected by her plight.
"Hand it over, kid." He said simply, making a beckoning motion with his hand that would not be ignored.
"Right." DG said glumly, handing over with her heart in her throat.
The last time she'd 'drawn' Cain was as a joke. DG still claimed innocence over giving his stick figure that constipated look. After that her sketchbook was periodically confiscated for routine checks that were usually a humorous. But right now, DG found nothing funny about it. She just wanted to crawl into the nearest hole and stay there as Cain looked over her drawing with sincere interest.
Cain smiled at first, tilting the picture this way and that a fraction to make sure he was all proportioned right, probably thinking up a crack to make about it. But then she watched as his eyes were drawn to a certain part of the picture and clouded with something she couldn't read.
His left hand moved independently, his thumb spinning the silver band resting there. Blue eyes focused on the ring as if it were the first time he'd ever seen it in his life.
DG wanted to say something, wanted him to say something. Anything to break the silence that forced her to keep staring at the man expectantly.
Cain's eyes suddenly snapped back to the picture as a whole and he swallowed.
"Not bad, Princess. Takes talent to be that perceptive with detail." He said with a forced smile as he handed it back.
DG's brow furrowed as Cain headed towards the door. "Where are you going?" She asked, standing up to follow him.
"Just some paperwork that needs seeing to." Cain said, holding up a hand to stop her. DG stopped just short of Cain's reach and studied him closely.
" You all right?" She asked, hoping to get something out of him.
Cain smirked. "Don't worry, Princess. I'll be back in time to escort you to dinner."
And then with a curt nod he was out the door, leaving DG to wonder what she had just done. Letting herself sink back in her chair, she sighed, tracing her fingers along Cain's charcoal jaw line.
-----
Cain watched the twin suns set behind the mountains from his window. He winced when the staff dinner bell rang, letting them all know this was the time for last minute preparations. Meaning that Cain was out of time.
Paperwork, which he had used as an excuse to while away the past few hours, had consisted of staring at his hand. The wedding band staring back at him like an alien entity.
Exhaling loudly through his nose, Cain wrapped two fingers around the ring and slid it off his finger. He half expected the pop of magic or some brilliant light signaling the sever of metal from flesh. But there were no fireworks. Just the dull, metallic plop it made when it fell onto his desk.
-----
When DG heard the familiar knock at her door, she had half a mind to pretend she wasn’t there. Maybe he’d go to dinner thinking she’d gone without him. But by the second knock she regained some of her courage and opened the door.
“Ready.” She said brightly, going to move past him to reach the hallway. But Cain was doing a good job of making himself a human blockade in her doorway.
“We need to talk , DG.” The tin man said seriously.
DG’s face fell. “Now?”
Cain took a breathe and let it out slowly. “Yeah, now.”
DG nodded and they walked back into the room, Cain shutting the doors behind him.
She wasn’t sure what to do, so DG went with the first thing that popped into her head. “Cain, look. I’m sorry about the picture, I…”
She stopped when she felt Cain’s hand on her shoulder, blue eyes looking down to meet blue.
“I need you to listen to me before you go on sounding like a broken record for something you didn’t do. All right?” Cain said determinedly and it was obvious he’d had this conversation somewhat planned out in advance before he came to DG’s door.
DG nodded, watching as Cain relaxed a little. “Good.”
“Now first off, you didn’t do anything wrong this afternoon. “ Cain held her gaze until he was sure the truth of it had gotten across. The curious raise of a brow signaled she was listening. “It was something I needed to see. Which means I’m the one that should be apologizing to you, kid.”
DG’s face screwed up in confusion. “ I think I missed something here. Care to explain how that works?”
Cain frowned and bowed his head for a moment, only letting DG see his lips under the brim of his hat. “When you carry things with you for some time, you forget they’re even there, DG. They become so much a part of you, that you can’t even feel the weight of them after a while.”
DG looked around her room, wondering if Cain’s point was somehow hidden on a shelf or closet. “Still not sure what you’re talking about.”
Cain could see that words were not helping, so he raised up his left hand for her to see and watched her carefully.
DG could only stare at the discolored circle around Cain’s finger where his wedding band was earlier that day. She wanted to pinpoint an emotion that stood out the most, but they were all jumbled together and vying for attention at the moment. Surprise, guilt, happiness, confusion. The last seem to cover them all so she let that one take over.
“What does that mean?” She asked, her feet parted in a fighting stance. But she wasn’t sure why.
Cain wasn’t sure how to go now. One wrong word and whatever they had could end right here, and he wasn’t sure about DG, but he was really curious what that future held for them.
“ It means whatever we want it to, DG.” He told her gently, reaching out to her. But she smacked his hand away.
“No.” She said quickly. “ Put it back on.”
“Why?” He asked.
“Because.” DG answered. Useless, childish even. But it was all she had.
“Give me a reason and I will.” Cain said as he took a step towards her .
“ Because I said so?”
Cain shook his head. “Give me a better reason.” He continued to advance on her, and DG was running out of room and excuses.
DG felt her back hit the wall and Cain stopped in front of her, making it impossible to get past him. “Well?”
“Because it’s Adora, Cain. I can’t make you throw that away. You already gave up so much of her.”
Cain sighed and reached forward to tilt her chin up so she‘d stop looking at the floor. “DG, look at me.”
DG took her sweet time raising her eyes from the ground, but she didn’t flinch away once she had.
“That ring didn’t symbolize my wife.” Cain took DG’s hand and put it over his heart. “ This is where she is, and she’ll always be there. Who do you think taught me that?”
DG looked from her hand to Cain’s face, giving into a small smile. Cain returned it.
“Until you drew that picture I didnt even know I was still wearing it. But I said my goodbyes, DG. And I know Adora would no doubt nag my ear off if I didn’t make an effort to move on. But what happens now, that’s up to you. I just want you to know that I’ll be here when you're ready to accept that.”
Cain’s words were followed by silence. DG didn’t move. The dinner bell rang.
Cain let out the breathe he’d been holding, berating himself for expecting too much.
“ Come on, I’ll take you to dinner.” Cain said as he went to turn for the door.
But he was held up short by a hand holding onto the holster strap running across his chest.
DG had tears in her eyes but a smile on her lips. A major contradiction to itself but Cain couldn’t take his eyes off her. She looked beautiful, vulnerable in a way that frightened him. Like one false move would make her shatter.
Cain couldn’t move, even when DG did all the moving herself. Using her hold on his holster, DG pulled Cain down to an accessible level and kissed him. Her lips were soft, lost against his in an act of emotion and not skill. There was no lust, or blind need in her kiss. It was hope and promise. Asking for reassurance. Melting Cain from the inside out.
He pressed her against the wall, taking the lead as he angled his mouth against hers. Eliciting a noise from DG that only spurred him on to explore her mouth, finding welcome entrance as she parted her lips. And for a moment they were lost to the world, smiling against each others mouths, laughing when DG needed to breathe. Then pulling to one another again as if this kiss was all they needed.
Enraptured as the two were with each other, the sound of DG’s door opening was enough to freeze them like statues. DG was having horrible flashbacks to high school, while Cain had a lot of vivid murders planned for the intruder.
“ Hey, we can’t exactly start dinner without the whole judge and jury present. I’m starving, so lets…”
Ambrose stopped mid rant at the sight of Cain and DG in compromising positions against the wall. “Ooo, right. I should probably…”
“Glitch. If you even think of breathing a word of this to anyone, I’ll personally make you miss having half a brain. Got it?” Cain asked slowly, his voice nearing on murderous. DG on the other hand was trying to keep a straight face.
Ambrose was long gone. And when Cain turned back to DG, so was she. He turned in time to see her walking out into the hall.
“Hey, where you going?” Cain asked in confusion, they were far from done in his opinion.
DG stared at him wide eyed and innocent, a little mischief in her smile. “ Dinner.”
She gave a giddy yelp before racing down the hallway with Cain hot on her heels.
-----
Author's Note: le sigh. Don't look at me, I had them all under control and then they started sprinting off like little kids. Granted you do get kind of giddy after a kiss like that.
Next Story: Wedding Date
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