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dg_cainTitle: Tin Armor
Author: FeistyFox
Rating: M
Pairing: DG/Cain
Summary: After the witch falls DG may need more than optimism to make it in the O.Z.
This story is in progress. I hope those of you who are reading it continue to do so!
Chapter 34
Disclaimer: Tin Man has never been mine.
She stood silently next to their window watching the Tin Man pace. She had a feeling she wasn’t the only woman in the palace watching a Cain let out some frustration. The emergency meeting they had called had been organized chaos. Apparently Zero had made an impression on more than just the Cain men. She’d never seen so many angry beings in one room before, and her parents didn’t even know who the man was.
She’d watched pale and silent from a chair in the large dining hall as one of the wolves growled raising its hackles and Redcap tightened his grip on his spear. Jeb’s eyes had turned to blue fire and she saw his fighters checking their weapons without discretion. It seemed they were all very aware of their leaders feeling on the Zero subject. It probably didn’t help that he had an army of Longcoats at his back either. She had a feeling Jeb wasn’t the only one holding a grudge after ten annuals of civil war.
The guilds had agreed, after relatively little debate, that they would return to the city the day after tomorrow. Most of the decision had been based on her magic level. Whatever Zero had done to her, and no one had taken the time to explain it, it had drained her. Not to mention the fact that it had hurt like a mother. Her body was still throbbing form the assault. Az had been behind her through most of the meeting with a hand on her shoulder keeping her up and providing moral support. She had listened quietly as ideas were swapped, and having no experience making battle plans had remained that way.
Very little of what was said surprised her. However when Ahamo and Cain teamed up to calm the raging guilds she nearly fell out of her chair in shock. The vehemence with which the guilds were ready to storm the city nearly overwhelmed the Consort and the Queen. The Tin Man had barked at them aggressively and they had backed down somewhat. Even Jeb had raised an eyebrow at his behavior but had done nothing to gainsay his position.
While she always knew Cain was pretty much the alpha male she’d never seen him take control like this. True, he’d told her he’d led men into battle before but she had never actually taken the time to think about that, too much had been going on. When they had been traveling he had pretty much followed wherever she ran off to. Watching him now she had to admit that if he had done this to her she may have balked for a few moments before doing so. Sure she still would have run off, but she would have seriously thought about the consequences for at least two seconds.
As soon as the Tin Man had the guilds listening Ahamo jumped back in after a brief glance at his icy eyes. The meeting had gone much more smoothly after that and now here she was watching him trying to wear a hole in the rug and keep quiet about the pain radiating up her back. She was starting to get worried. He had barely spoken to her since she had snapped back to reality four hours earlier. Hell, he’d barely looked at her after he knew she was breathing.
“Wyatt?” He never stopped moving as he grunted at her. And he still wasn’t looking at her either. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” Uhuh, and pigs could fly.
She pressed her lips together trying to figure out how to go about approaching him. This was her, so she might as well go with what she knew. Blunt it was. “No you’re not. The man that killed your wife and the mother of your son is on the loose and about to destroy Central City.” He jerked to a stop facing the wall. “No one would be all right about that.”
She saw his shoulders stiffen. “I told you I’m fine. I don’t want to talk about this.”
This was going to be fun. She braced herself for a fight. “Well I do.”
His voice was cold. “That’s too bad, Princess.”
She frowned. He’d used her birth rank as a title instead of a pet name. “Wyatt, don’t be this way. I’m worried about you.”
“I don’t need you to worry about me.” The hair on the back of her neck stood up at his tone. He was trying to shut her out. She’d been on the receiving end of enough cold shoulders to recognize what was happening. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to rant or panic. She went with ranting because it was more familiar.
Stalking over to him she grabbed the front of his jacket and held on tightly. “Tough!”
His blue eyes sparked as he took hold of her wrists trying to get her to release her death grip. “Let go, Princess.”
“Why so you can say goodbye?” Her breath hitched as his eyes flickered guiltily and her fears were confirmed. She let him go taking a step away as she spat his own words back at him. “So promising to do your best to stay with me lasted as long as it was convenient for you? A whole twelve hours. That’s a better run than any of the others. Maybe the next time someone tells me they love me I’ll get them for a whole day!”
She saw her words hit him like a slap to the face but she was on a role now.
She glared at him. “You’re the same as everybody else.” Without breaking eye contact she let her magic smash the bedroom doors open. It would be better for her to destroy them than hurt him. “You want to leave? Go on. You think I don’t know what you want? You may still be called Tin Man but we both know that isn’t true don’t we? You left your badge with Adora. What else did you leave at her grave, Cain? How many times can you let him live? If you want him before we get there you have to leave now don’t you?”
She saw him falter for the blink of an eye while his hands tightened. Did he think she was that stupid? That she wouldn’t understand? “DG-“
“You won’t live through this, Wyatt. Not if you go by yourself.” His hands dropped and she walked back to the window so she wouldn’t have to see him go. She hated herself for breaking her promise to Jeb. He wouldn’t forgive her for this but then again she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself for this either. “I told you I wouldn’t trap you and God know you’ve already given me more than anyone else ever has. You should go now before anyone realizes you’ve left. There are horses in the stables. I’ll tell Jeb you said goodbye and that you love him.” She could lie for him, if only this once.
She heard the bedroom doors shut softly and put her hand over her face as her body shook softly. He hadn’t even said goodbye. How pathetic was her life? She should have known better. She should never have let herself get close to him because now there wasn’t anyone left to pick up the pieces. So much for taking him while she could have him. What had she been thinking?
She couldn’t stop him either. She had no right to try to keep him from doing what he wanted. If she didn’t let him go now he’d resent her as much as she resented her birthright. She refused to keep him that way. She very much doubted she would ever see either Zero or the Tin Man alive again after today. And she’d never told him how she felt. Her hand fell from her face and she hugged herself tightly. It would have been wrong to tell him now. It would have been another way to trap him. She couldn’t do that.
Suddenly two arms wrapped tightly around her arms pulling her backward. She gasped softly her body going stiff. “I left my anger at her grave as well, DG.” He pressed his face against her neck before sighing a little ruefully. “Admittedly not all of it.”
“You came back.” She wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question.
“I never left.” He nuzzled her collarbone as she tried to process that.
“Why?”
Straightening he turned her away from the window. Cupping her face he brushed her hair from her eyes. “Because you and Jeb are far more important to me than he is.”
Bottom lip trembling, she threw herself at him wrapping her arms around his neck while she frantically pressed her lips against his. He made a startled noise in the back of his throat as he caught her, stumbling into the bed. The back of his legs hit the mattress and they tumbled backward landing on the already tousled quilt. Rocking her hips against his she didn’t give him time to orient himself with their new position as she tore at his clothes. He growled against her mouth when she ripped two of the buttons off his vest.
She had never in her life felt relief like this. All she wanted to do was have him sink into her and rock away the residual fear of a few minutes ago. He had kept his promise. He hadn’t cut and run and something inside her had loosened drastically. She felt him tug at her shirt and she broke the kiss off long enough for the fabric to be torn away before her mouth returned to his. He nipped at her lower lip as one of his hands splayed over her upper thigh shoving her harder over him.
Moaning into his mouth she ground onto him even as he pushed them up into a sitting position. “Too many clothes, Sweetheart.” In response she grabbed at his already torn vest dragging it off his arms as he reached for the fastening on her pants. Tangled they shook free and he pushed them up long enough to shed the rest of their clothes before he grabbed her and quickly tossed her back on the bed. The second he was next to her she wrapped her legs around his waist tugging him over her body.
Pressing another hard kiss to her lips he pressed into her quickly and she whimpered in pleasure, tightening her legs around him. Groaning softly he pulled his face away as one of his arms shot out so he could brace himself against the headboard while the other curled under her back and around her shoulder. Squeezing him with her internal muscles he growled again before he began to move.
She cried out when he thrust back into her hard and fast. Her eyes slammed shut and she tossed her head back involuntarily exposing her neck to him. Moments later and she felt his mouth latch onto her pulse point sucking hard. Gasping in what air she could manage she dug her fingers into his lower back as sensations overwhelmed her. Grunting he speed up refusing to let her adjust to the pace he had set. All she could do was react to him as he moved in and out of her driving her higher and higher.
Then faster than she thought possible he had her at the edge and she twisted her neck so she could kiss his jaw. “Fall with me.” His head jerked to the side, blue eyes flashing rebelliously, as he pressed a heated kiss to her mouth driving her head back into the mattress. She held back tunneling her fingers through his hair and jerking him back enough so she could pant out a demand. “Wyatt.”
His lips twitched. “Stubborn damn woman.” He kissed her again twisting his hips and she felt him begin to shudder and let go with a shout. The Tin Man slumped over her as his arm fell away from the headboard. Shaking she let her eyes fall closed and her fingers run over his shoulder as he lay on top of her breathing heavily.
She cracked open one eye and regarded the top of his head indulgently. “’Stubborn damn woman’? Very romantic, Cain.”
He huffed over her, shifting his weight slightly and she winced. At least he didn’t notice as his eyes were still closed. She was still sore from whatever spell Zero had used on her. Still she had to admit her work out with Cain made her feel better. “I think if I tried traditional romance on you I’d get laughed at, DG.”
She poked his ribs. “I think there is a pretty sizeable gap between traditional romance and ‘stubborn damn woman’.”
He opened his one eye and she turned her head so they were nose to nose, knowing her own eyes were sparkling. “You’re bossy too.” She gaped at him and he grinned grabbing her, she assumed, to get her closer. Instead she hissed when he jostled her back and he let go, worry on his face, as he sat up. “Did I hurt you?”
She rolled her eyes at him as she tried to stretch out. “Did any of the sounds I made indicate that you hurt me?”
“DG.” He growled.
She sighed not particularly wanting to return to this subject. “I don’t know how but that summoning spell made all my muscles seize up. You actually made me feel a lot better.” His eyes swept over her and she grabbed his hand. “I promise.”
He sighed softly nudging her hip. “Turn over on your stomach.” Complying she flipped over and felt his hands skim over her back carefully. “Where’s it hurt?”
Twisting her neck she twitched slightly. “Cain, that’s sweet but you don’t have to. I’m sure a hot bath will loosen me right up.” She was still finding it rather odd that he would want to give to her so willingly.
His eyes fell on hers and she squirmed at the intensity of his stare. His hands settled on her lower back and began to knead her muscles firmly. She groaned appreciatively and he got comfortable beside her as he worked her muscles loose. “You’re allowed to let someone else take care of you every now and then, Darlin’.”
She closed her eyes and buried her face in her crossed arms feeling exposed in more ways than one. “I know, but it’s not fair when you won’t let me take care of you back.”
Cain’s hands stopped moving. “The way you don’t take care of me when you help me sleep or make me clothes?” She frowned down at the mattress. “Or maybe when you make me laugh and listen to me talk about my past? Or even talk me out of very stupid ideas?” She heard the smile in his voice as he continued. “Which really in itself should highlight how bad they must be. I think all those things constitute taking care of me.”
“Oh.” His hands started to rub her again as he snorted quietly. She really hadn’t thought about it that way before. She simply did those things because they seemed to be the right things to do at the time. Was that why Cain did them? Because it made him feel good to make her feel better? She relaxed more fully into the sheets and let herself enjoy what he was doing.
After a while his hands became more caressing and she felt herself drifting off. As soon as her breathing leveled out she felt him shift around the bed as he untangled the quilt and pulled it over them as he lay down next to her. Shifting groggily she turned resting her head on his shoulder. His arm went around her back and he kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry about what happened, DG. I know what Zero can do.” He took a deep breath holding her closer. “It scares me. I don’t want him to hurt my family again. I don’t want him anywhere near you or Jeb.”
She was sorry she couldn’t promise that either of them would be out of the line of fire this time around. “It’ll be ok, Wyatt. Jeb’s got his fighters and I have my magic. And you have your gun. Plus we have all the guilds with us.” Time for some optimism. “Besides…He has to be better than a ball right?”
The Tin Man let out a strangled bark of laughter. “Only you would see a renegade Longcoat general as a step above a ball.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to wear a corset so shutty.”
“You do realize that once the rebellion is gone your mother is still going to throw that ball don’t you?”
She sighed snuggling her face into his neck as she whispered conspiratorially at him. “I’m lighting the corset on fire.” It was a matter of principle. And breathing, don’t forget breathing.
Author Note: Ok so probably two or three more chapters in this one. Then a sequel (cue dramatic music) But I’m going on vacation for a week and I’m not sure there will be internet. So either there will be and you’ll see a chapter in a few days or I will post the last of this story when I get back on the 12th. Hope you liked this one, let me know! All you have to do is hit that little button and tell me your thoughts!
Author: FeistyFox
Rating: M
Pairing: DG/Cain
Summary: After the witch falls DG may need more than optimism to make it in the O.Z.
This story is in progress. I hope those of you who are reading it continue to do so!
Chapter 34
Disclaimer: Tin Man has never been mine.
She stood silently next to their window watching the Tin Man pace. She had a feeling she wasn’t the only woman in the palace watching a Cain let out some frustration. The emergency meeting they had called had been organized chaos. Apparently Zero had made an impression on more than just the Cain men. She’d never seen so many angry beings in one room before, and her parents didn’t even know who the man was.
She’d watched pale and silent from a chair in the large dining hall as one of the wolves growled raising its hackles and Redcap tightened his grip on his spear. Jeb’s eyes had turned to blue fire and she saw his fighters checking their weapons without discretion. It seemed they were all very aware of their leaders feeling on the Zero subject. It probably didn’t help that he had an army of Longcoats at his back either. She had a feeling Jeb wasn’t the only one holding a grudge after ten annuals of civil war.
The guilds had agreed, after relatively little debate, that they would return to the city the day after tomorrow. Most of the decision had been based on her magic level. Whatever Zero had done to her, and no one had taken the time to explain it, it had drained her. Not to mention the fact that it had hurt like a mother. Her body was still throbbing form the assault. Az had been behind her through most of the meeting with a hand on her shoulder keeping her up and providing moral support. She had listened quietly as ideas were swapped, and having no experience making battle plans had remained that way.
Very little of what was said surprised her. However when Ahamo and Cain teamed up to calm the raging guilds she nearly fell out of her chair in shock. The vehemence with which the guilds were ready to storm the city nearly overwhelmed the Consort and the Queen. The Tin Man had barked at them aggressively and they had backed down somewhat. Even Jeb had raised an eyebrow at his behavior but had done nothing to gainsay his position.
While she always knew Cain was pretty much the alpha male she’d never seen him take control like this. True, he’d told her he’d led men into battle before but she had never actually taken the time to think about that, too much had been going on. When they had been traveling he had pretty much followed wherever she ran off to. Watching him now she had to admit that if he had done this to her she may have balked for a few moments before doing so. Sure she still would have run off, but she would have seriously thought about the consequences for at least two seconds.
As soon as the Tin Man had the guilds listening Ahamo jumped back in after a brief glance at his icy eyes. The meeting had gone much more smoothly after that and now here she was watching him trying to wear a hole in the rug and keep quiet about the pain radiating up her back. She was starting to get worried. He had barely spoken to her since she had snapped back to reality four hours earlier. Hell, he’d barely looked at her after he knew she was breathing.
“Wyatt?” He never stopped moving as he grunted at her. And he still wasn’t looking at her either. “Are you alright?”
“I’m fine.” Uhuh, and pigs could fly.
She pressed her lips together trying to figure out how to go about approaching him. This was her, so she might as well go with what she knew. Blunt it was. “No you’re not. The man that killed your wife and the mother of your son is on the loose and about to destroy Central City.” He jerked to a stop facing the wall. “No one would be all right about that.”
She saw his shoulders stiffen. “I told you I’m fine. I don’t want to talk about this.”
This was going to be fun. She braced herself for a fight. “Well I do.”
His voice was cold. “That’s too bad, Princess.”
She frowned. He’d used her birth rank as a title instead of a pet name. “Wyatt, don’t be this way. I’m worried about you.”
“I don’t need you to worry about me.” The hair on the back of her neck stood up at his tone. He was trying to shut her out. She’d been on the receiving end of enough cold shoulders to recognize what was happening. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to rant or panic. She went with ranting because it was more familiar.
Stalking over to him she grabbed the front of his jacket and held on tightly. “Tough!”
His blue eyes sparked as he took hold of her wrists trying to get her to release her death grip. “Let go, Princess.”
“Why so you can say goodbye?” Her breath hitched as his eyes flickered guiltily and her fears were confirmed. She let him go taking a step away as she spat his own words back at him. “So promising to do your best to stay with me lasted as long as it was convenient for you? A whole twelve hours. That’s a better run than any of the others. Maybe the next time someone tells me they love me I’ll get them for a whole day!”
She saw her words hit him like a slap to the face but she was on a role now.
She glared at him. “You’re the same as everybody else.” Without breaking eye contact she let her magic smash the bedroom doors open. It would be better for her to destroy them than hurt him. “You want to leave? Go on. You think I don’t know what you want? You may still be called Tin Man but we both know that isn’t true don’t we? You left your badge with Adora. What else did you leave at her grave, Cain? How many times can you let him live? If you want him before we get there you have to leave now don’t you?”
She saw him falter for the blink of an eye while his hands tightened. Did he think she was that stupid? That she wouldn’t understand? “DG-“
“You won’t live through this, Wyatt. Not if you go by yourself.” His hands dropped and she walked back to the window so she wouldn’t have to see him go. She hated herself for breaking her promise to Jeb. He wouldn’t forgive her for this but then again she wouldn’t be able to forgive herself for this either. “I told you I wouldn’t trap you and God know you’ve already given me more than anyone else ever has. You should go now before anyone realizes you’ve left. There are horses in the stables. I’ll tell Jeb you said goodbye and that you love him.” She could lie for him, if only this once.
She heard the bedroom doors shut softly and put her hand over her face as her body shook softly. He hadn’t even said goodbye. How pathetic was her life? She should have known better. She should never have let herself get close to him because now there wasn’t anyone left to pick up the pieces. So much for taking him while she could have him. What had she been thinking?
She couldn’t stop him either. She had no right to try to keep him from doing what he wanted. If she didn’t let him go now he’d resent her as much as she resented her birthright. She refused to keep him that way. She very much doubted she would ever see either Zero or the Tin Man alive again after today. And she’d never told him how she felt. Her hand fell from her face and she hugged herself tightly. It would have been wrong to tell him now. It would have been another way to trap him. She couldn’t do that.
Suddenly two arms wrapped tightly around her arms pulling her backward. She gasped softly her body going stiff. “I left my anger at her grave as well, DG.” He pressed his face against her neck before sighing a little ruefully. “Admittedly not all of it.”
“You came back.” She wasn’t sure if it was a statement or a question.
“I never left.” He nuzzled her collarbone as she tried to process that.
“Why?”
Straightening he turned her away from the window. Cupping her face he brushed her hair from her eyes. “Because you and Jeb are far more important to me than he is.”
Bottom lip trembling, she threw herself at him wrapping her arms around his neck while she frantically pressed her lips against his. He made a startled noise in the back of his throat as he caught her, stumbling into the bed. The back of his legs hit the mattress and they tumbled backward landing on the already tousled quilt. Rocking her hips against his she didn’t give him time to orient himself with their new position as she tore at his clothes. He growled against her mouth when she ripped two of the buttons off his vest.
She had never in her life felt relief like this. All she wanted to do was have him sink into her and rock away the residual fear of a few minutes ago. He had kept his promise. He hadn’t cut and run and something inside her had loosened drastically. She felt him tug at her shirt and she broke the kiss off long enough for the fabric to be torn away before her mouth returned to his. He nipped at her lower lip as one of his hands splayed over her upper thigh shoving her harder over him.
Moaning into his mouth she ground onto him even as he pushed them up into a sitting position. “Too many clothes, Sweetheart.” In response she grabbed at his already torn vest dragging it off his arms as he reached for the fastening on her pants. Tangled they shook free and he pushed them up long enough to shed the rest of their clothes before he grabbed her and quickly tossed her back on the bed. The second he was next to her she wrapped her legs around his waist tugging him over her body.
Pressing another hard kiss to her lips he pressed into her quickly and she whimpered in pleasure, tightening her legs around him. Groaning softly he pulled his face away as one of his arms shot out so he could brace himself against the headboard while the other curled under her back and around her shoulder. Squeezing him with her internal muscles he growled again before he began to move.
She cried out when he thrust back into her hard and fast. Her eyes slammed shut and she tossed her head back involuntarily exposing her neck to him. Moments later and she felt his mouth latch onto her pulse point sucking hard. Gasping in what air she could manage she dug her fingers into his lower back as sensations overwhelmed her. Grunting he speed up refusing to let her adjust to the pace he had set. All she could do was react to him as he moved in and out of her driving her higher and higher.
Then faster than she thought possible he had her at the edge and she twisted her neck so she could kiss his jaw. “Fall with me.” His head jerked to the side, blue eyes flashing rebelliously, as he pressed a heated kiss to her mouth driving her head back into the mattress. She held back tunneling her fingers through his hair and jerking him back enough so she could pant out a demand. “Wyatt.”
His lips twitched. “Stubborn damn woman.” He kissed her again twisting his hips and she felt him begin to shudder and let go with a shout. The Tin Man slumped over her as his arm fell away from the headboard. Shaking she let her eyes fall closed and her fingers run over his shoulder as he lay on top of her breathing heavily.
She cracked open one eye and regarded the top of his head indulgently. “’Stubborn damn woman’? Very romantic, Cain.”
He huffed over her, shifting his weight slightly and she winced. At least he didn’t notice as his eyes were still closed. She was still sore from whatever spell Zero had used on her. Still she had to admit her work out with Cain made her feel better. “I think if I tried traditional romance on you I’d get laughed at, DG.”
She poked his ribs. “I think there is a pretty sizeable gap between traditional romance and ‘stubborn damn woman’.”
He opened his one eye and she turned her head so they were nose to nose, knowing her own eyes were sparkling. “You’re bossy too.” She gaped at him and he grinned grabbing her, she assumed, to get her closer. Instead she hissed when he jostled her back and he let go, worry on his face, as he sat up. “Did I hurt you?”
She rolled her eyes at him as she tried to stretch out. “Did any of the sounds I made indicate that you hurt me?”
“DG.” He growled.
She sighed not particularly wanting to return to this subject. “I don’t know how but that summoning spell made all my muscles seize up. You actually made me feel a lot better.” His eyes swept over her and she grabbed his hand. “I promise.”
He sighed softly nudging her hip. “Turn over on your stomach.” Complying she flipped over and felt his hands skim over her back carefully. “Where’s it hurt?”
Twisting her neck she twitched slightly. “Cain, that’s sweet but you don’t have to. I’m sure a hot bath will loosen me right up.” She was still finding it rather odd that he would want to give to her so willingly.
His eyes fell on hers and she squirmed at the intensity of his stare. His hands settled on her lower back and began to knead her muscles firmly. She groaned appreciatively and he got comfortable beside her as he worked her muscles loose. “You’re allowed to let someone else take care of you every now and then, Darlin’.”
She closed her eyes and buried her face in her crossed arms feeling exposed in more ways than one. “I know, but it’s not fair when you won’t let me take care of you back.”
Cain’s hands stopped moving. “The way you don’t take care of me when you help me sleep or make me clothes?” She frowned down at the mattress. “Or maybe when you make me laugh and listen to me talk about my past? Or even talk me out of very stupid ideas?” She heard the smile in his voice as he continued. “Which really in itself should highlight how bad they must be. I think all those things constitute taking care of me.”
“Oh.” His hands started to rub her again as he snorted quietly. She really hadn’t thought about it that way before. She simply did those things because they seemed to be the right things to do at the time. Was that why Cain did them? Because it made him feel good to make her feel better? She relaxed more fully into the sheets and let herself enjoy what he was doing.
After a while his hands became more caressing and she felt herself drifting off. As soon as her breathing leveled out she felt him shift around the bed as he untangled the quilt and pulled it over them as he lay down next to her. Shifting groggily she turned resting her head on his shoulder. His arm went around her back and he kissed the top of her head. “I’m sorry about what happened, DG. I know what Zero can do.” He took a deep breath holding her closer. “It scares me. I don’t want him to hurt my family again. I don’t want him anywhere near you or Jeb.”
She was sorry she couldn’t promise that either of them would be out of the line of fire this time around. “It’ll be ok, Wyatt. Jeb’s got his fighters and I have my magic. And you have your gun. Plus we have all the guilds with us.” Time for some optimism. “Besides…He has to be better than a ball right?”
The Tin Man let out a strangled bark of laughter. “Only you would see a renegade Longcoat general as a step above a ball.”
“Yeah, well, you don’t have to wear a corset so shutty.”
“You do realize that once the rebellion is gone your mother is still going to throw that ball don’t you?”
She sighed snuggling her face into his neck as she whispered conspiratorially at him. “I’m lighting the corset on fire.” It was a matter of principle. And breathing, don’t forget breathing.
Author Note: Ok so probably two or three more chapters in this one. Then a sequel (cue dramatic music) But I’m going on vacation for a week and I’m not sure there will be internet. So either there will be and you’ll see a chapter in a few days or I will post the last of this story when I get back on the 12th. Hope you liked this one, let me know! All you have to do is hit that little button and tell me your thoughts!
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Date: 2008-08-04 06:00 am (UTC)