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Title: Dancing Secrets Ch 1 - The Warm Up
Characters: DG/Cain, mentions of everyone else
Timeline: Post series
Rated r for later
Genre: Humor, Romance
Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man
Summary: Considering the title is so original - I'll give you one chance to guess what it's about.... WRONG! Oh you guessed that DG has a secret that creates an interesting evening for her and her Tin Man? Well then, what do you need me to summarize this for?

A/N: Apparently I have a thing for secrets. And so do DG and Cain! They aren't really together...but perhaps I will rectify that...sometime. ;) Go fluff! And Hooray for my first multi-chap!
-B
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Lately, Glitch had been teaching her to dance.

Poor Glitch.

Poor Glitch’s feet that is. DG had told everyone that she doesn’t dance. That she doesn’t like high heeled shoes. That they hurt her feet. And she definitely will not be forced to dance with all of the nobles that came creeping out of the woodwork after the fall of the Witch.

But dance lessons commenced anyway. She tripped. She stumbled. She forgot the steps. She tried to goof off, and distract Glitch from his purpose, but the Queen would have none of it. Finally DG exploded.

“This is ridiculous!! You can’t force me to dance! I’m never going to remember this anyway! I’m just going to make a fool out of myself! And these shoes hurt my feet so MUCH!!!” she yelled, flinging off her god forsaken shoes.

“DG! Please stop behaving like a child,” her mother scolded. “I’m sure you can learn the dances with time, and we can figure out a way around having you dance a lot at the ball. Let’s call it a day.”

Ah, yes, the ball. In celebration of the Queen’s return, the fall of the Witch, giving credit and promotions where deemed necessary. An evening of uncomfortable shoes, dresses, and suits.

Hooray.

“Good.” DG was relieved she didn’t have to step on Glitch’s foot again.

Glitch looked relieved too and quickly left to attend to his poor feet. The Queen turned to leave as Az smiled knowingly at her and left as well. DG glared at Cain until he left shaking his head smirking, followed by Raw. DG watched as they left the main entrance hall and went up the grand staircase and disappeared through the double doors at the top.

DG turned and glanced around the large pillar-filled room she was in at the Ice Palace. One would think she’d be cold in the little cocktail dress she had on for the lesson, but she really wasn’t. She ran her hands down her flat stomach as she smoothed out the pale blue dress that flared a little has it came just above the knee. Cain had looked extremely uncomfortable at the amount of leg she was showing, and the almost too low cut top of the dress didn’t help matters for him either. She looked thoughtfully towards the machine in the corner that they had been playing music for the waltz on earlier.

‘If only they knew…’ she thought with a smirk.

She looked down at her bare feet on the marble floor, and wiggled her toes. Yes, she did in fact, already know how to dance. She wasn’t perfect, but she knew how to move. She just didn’t like dancing in front of lots of people. She was also afraid that the OZ’s version of dancing would be different from the other side, but it really wasn’t. Especially since her Popsicle taught her to dance when she was little. She had lessons for awhile too, but was never too serious about it. She mainly stuck to her sketching, and working on her bike.

She laughed to herself (that’s probably why she didn’t hear the man with a familiar hat slip back into the room). He watched as she pulled her dark loose curls up into a bun, while walking slowly in a circle. Her slim figure was illuminated by the sunlight that managed to slip into the hall. She rolled and stretched her ankles a bit, and rose up on her toes a few times with a familiarity of a dancer that made Cain suspicious.

She glanced over at the music player and flicked her wrist, her hand glowing; it immediately started playing the music from earlier. Cain watched, amused, that she was going to try and dance again, and how she curtsied to an invisible partner. Then his jaw all but dropped as she started to glide gracefully around the floor on her toes, arms out, holding an imaginary man.

Not only did she know the steps to the waltz, but she had her eyes closed, and she was….smiling? Cain nearly fell down the steps when he realized she was smiling. He watched dumbfounded as the dreamy expression on her face emerged (and how she wasn’t bumping into any pillars).

He knew she thought she was alone, and would probably be very embarrassed if she was caught, but this was just too good of a chance to waste. He was a bit put out though; the princess had lied to everyone. She lied to him.

‘Well, you haven’t exactly been completely honest either,’ he thought to himself. For all of the blank stares he gave Glitch and denials of the knowledge of dance – he really did know how to move.

Now he smiled.

He slipped off his hat and jacket and made his way over to her. As she spun around again he jumped in and took her empty hand and slid his other arm around to her back. Her smile only grew wider as his strong and familiar arms engulfed her, and she finally opened her eyes.

“Well, well, Tin Man. It seems we both have a secret,” she says casually, continuing to glide across the floor.

He smirked, “Why, yes, yes it does, Princess.”

His intense gaze became too much for her and she sighed and looked away.

They gracefully glided around the hall for awhile, stealing small glances at each other. They tried to hide their smiles at the secret they were currently sharing, but it soon gave way to laughter. The song quickly came to an end, and he pulled himself out of her grasp and bowed, mocking her.

She just smiled mischievously, curtsied back, and then snapped her fingers. This time, when the music started, it was an unfamiliar song to Cain. But the beat of it told him what kind of dance this would be.

A Tango.

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TBC *looks ashamed* I know, I know. Everyone and their brother has written a dance fic, but I've watched too many dance movies recently......