Emerald Shield
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dg_cainTitle: Emerald Shield
Author: FeistyFox
Rating: M
Pairing: DG/Cain
Summary: DG may have a stronger foothold in the new world she's found herself in but she isn't the only one that needs to come to terms with her past and make a place for herself in the present. With old enemies making a play for power it's going to take more than an understanding of the Outer Zone to re-establish the monarchy.
This is the sequel to Tin Armor. I strongly recommend you read it before starting this story.
This story is in progress. I hope those of you who are reading it continue to do so!
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Not mine. Hasn’t been in any of my other disclaimers either.
She knew something was wrong before she opened her eyes. The bed was cold. She jerked fully awake sitting up and searching the empty room frantically with her eyes. Throwing the covers off her body she stumbled out of the bed as she called for Cain. “Wyatt!”
For the first time she was able to take the room in. It was much smaller than the bedroom they’d had at Finaqua, and as Cain had promised, there was nothing green to in the place. The walls appeared to be made of a buffed metal and the floors were covered in organically patterned teal and brown rugs. Across the room she saw long floor length curtains, which she assumed covered a door that lead to the balcony. Her eyes skipped over a metal wardrobe, which nearly blended in with the wall in her search for her missing Tin Man.
When she didn’t spot him or any of his things she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. There was no way he had gone and done something stupid was there? Hadn’t they talked about this? Snatching her boots from their resting spot at the end of the bed she shoved her feet in them before racing out the door. The second she wrenched the door open and bolted out she smashed full force into the man in question.
He grunted from the impact, staggering backward into a small sitting room, as he caught her around the waist. She wheezed as the air was driven from her lungs but that didn’t stop her from wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he tried to catch his balance. Reaching one of his hands out he caught hold of the doorframe and stopped their rapid backward rush. “DG? What’s the matter?”
She saw him looking over her shoulder as if he were expecting a legion of Longcoats to spring out of the bedroom after her. Now she felt bad. “I, errr, missed you.”
His eyes darted down to her as the tension in his body drained away once he realized there wasn’t anything trying to kill her. “Did you need to scare the-“
Before he could finish she slammed her lips against his. He growled in surprise as his hand left the doorframe and wrapped around her neck. She thanked her lucky star the man wasn’t crazy as he shoved her backward against the opposite side of doorframe. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist bringing him closer to her. Bunching the hem of her shirt in his hand he ripped it up over her head in one swift move. She sighed, happily arching her back toward him. Grabbing the back of her thigh he pushed her higher up kissing her over the material of her bra.
Tangling her fingers in his light hair she held him to her as she moaned. Kissing his way up her neck he breathed a question to her. “Do you trust me, Darlin’?” Shuddering at the feel of his stubble rubbing against her bare skin she managed to nod. He raised his head kissing her hard on the lips before dropping her leg.
Reaching behind her the moment her feet hit the ground he tore off her bra and tossed it aside before his hands flew to the front of her jeans. The moment he had them free he shoved them down her hips catching her panties as he went. Sliding down her body after them he tugged off her boots and rid her of the rest of her clothes as he kissed her thigh.
Standing back up he caught her side and spun her around so she was facing the doorframe. She froze in surprise as she caught hold of it, but he was immediately peppering her shoulders with kisses as his hands slipped down her body to her hips pulling them back against his. Reaching around between her legs he stroked her gently and she whimpered spreading her legs for him as she relaxed.
As she began to wriggle and whine one of his hands left her and she heard him fumbling with his pants for a few moments before the hand he still had pressed against her center slipped down and spread her open. Then with a slow thrust he pushed inside her. Gripping the frame restlessly she shoved her hips backward making him grunt and tighten his hands around her hips. Biting her neck he growled at her. “What do you want, DG?”
Breathless, she answered him. “You…This.”
He chuckled quietly pressing his clothed body against her back. “How?”
Confused, and ever so slightly distracted, she tried to focus on the question. “What?”
Splaying one of his hands out over her abdomen he pulled out slightly before thrusting back in. “What do you want this morning? Do you want slow and gentle? Or fast and hard?” She moaned at his heated question, her arousal spiking. He rubbed his nose against the back of her neck encouragingly. “Tell me.”
Fighting with her embarrassment she didn’t answer immediately. Her nails started scratching at the wall and Cain’s breathing was becoming erratic. “I want to give you what you want… Tell me.”
Moaning she blurted out what she wanted quickly, her face burning. “Fast and hard.”
“Good girl.” He pulled out quickly and complied with her request. She screamed as he moved hard inside of her. Heading rapidly toward bliss she squeezed her inner muscles around him arching her back. He started muttering under his breath as he slammed into her over and over and then she hit her breaking point. Calling his name loudly she came powerfully, stars dancing in her vision as she slumped.
The Tin Man thrust up into her once more before shuddering against her back. Shouting her name into her hair one of his hands went out to prevent himself from crushing her under his weight as he slumped forward, his breathing uneven. She stood trembling with Cain at her back as she came slowly down. “That was amazing.”
Still gasping he rested his head on her shoulder as he wrapped his arm firmly around her waist. “Nothing wrong with telling me what you like or if you want to try something.” He kept her against the doorframe as he continued. “I know how curious you are.”
She felt blood rising to her cheeks again. She hadn’t pictured Cain as the experimental type. And she certainly hadn’t pictured him encouraging her to ask him to try things with her in bed. “Ok.” She whispered back.
He laughed softly. “You’re not going to shock me, DG.” He pulled back enough to turn her back around. His eyes ran over her body slowly before he finally came back up to her flushed face. His eyes glittered at her as a smirk played over his lips. “You’ve already got a few ideas bouncin’ around that pretty head of yours don’t you?”
She flushed harder hating that he had caught her. “Maybe.”
He kissed her softly before drawing away. “We can talk about that tonight.” He seemed thoroughly intrigued by that prospect. “Right now you need to get dressed. We have some people waiting to meet you.”
Stepping back the Tin Man began to readjust his clothes as she picked up her own. “People? What people?”
“Some people from parliament. They’ve been in conference with your parents for about an hour but no one wanted to bother you after all the magic you used yesterday.”
She shimmied back into her pants casting him a confused look. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Nearly fifteen hours.”
She stopped moving, her bra halfway on. “Are you serious? Why would you let me sleep that long?”
He raised his eyebrow. “You were sick. You needed to rest.”
She huffed struggling into her shirt. Where was her green jacket? “I was drained not sick! I need to meet parliament!”
“They aren’t going anywhere. Besides, Raw needed to read them before we let you get near them. Zero might have a spy in group.”
She shook her head as she walked back into the bedroom. Spotting her jacket she snatched it up and tossed it over her shoulders as she searched the room for her hairbrush. “I can take care of anyone that comes after me with my magic.”
He sighed heavily as she sat down at a small vanity in the corner of the room. Walking to the curtains he shoved them aside and wrenched the door open. Eyes on the ground he seemed to have spotted what he was looking for as he talked to something she couldn’t see. “Are you going to lie there all day or are you going to get up and do your job?”
She heard a chuff of annoyance before Decon walked inside stretching. Once he was in the Tin Man shut the door and walked up behind her eyeing her critically. “I know you can use your magic but don’t fool yourself into thinking you know all the tricks in the book.” She turned to glare at him and he crouched down next to her cupping her face. His blue eyes were sincere but worried when he spoke next. “It isn’t that I don’t think you can take care of yourself. You’ve proved you’re more than capable of that. But this is dangerous. I want you to be safe.”
“He doesn’t want me dead, Cain.”
The Tin Man nodded in agreement. “I know, but if one of his men is waiting to kidnap you in there do you think they would hesitate to kill anyone that got in the way?” She flinched at the thought of her friends and family being hurt because of her. “Your physical safety isn’t the only thing I’m worried about. I know you well enough to know that even if it wasn’t your fault you’d blame yourself. I don’t want you to have to deal with that.”
She nodded reluctantly. She was starting to hate this but she understood his logic. “Alright.”
“Alright.” Leaning forward he kissed her sweetly. Then he changed the subject. “You should put up your hair.”
Her eyebrows came together as she picked up her hairbrush. “Why?”
“It makes you look more serious.”
She considered this briefly before calling a hair tie to her and pulling her hair up into a tight ponytail. When she was done she looked over at him questioningly. He shook his head. “Can you put it up in a bun?”
She made a face and taking it out of the ponytail and calling up a comb. There was no way she was putting her hair up in a bun. She wasn’t a school marm. Twisting it up in a knot at the base of her skull she placed the comb in tightly and let go to see if it was going to stay in. Just to be sure she added a small spell to the mix. “Better?”
He grunted in approval. “You should change your shirt to a darker color as well. I like white but it’ll make a better impression if you’re a bit imposing. It helps that your dressed like an Othersider though. That’ll make a few heads spin.”
“Do I stick out that much?”
He grinned. “Afraid so.”
With a sigh she closed her eyes and focused on the shirt she was wearing. She felt it shift around on her skin and when it was done she open her eyes again. Glancing down she was pleased to see that she was now wearing a black fitted top. The emerald sat shinning on top of the dark fabric in its horribly tacky setting. She vaguely remembered promising to fix that.
Palming the jewel in her hand she considered it carefully before letting her gift flare out. Dark magic pulsed around her hand before wrapping around the metal that encased the gem in thin tendrils. Focusing on what she wanted, the metal around the emerald twisted and turned fluidly as it reassembled. The strange marking in the metal melted away as it slowly morphed its color, darkening to a deep bronze. The color shift flowed up from the setting itself and into the chain shimmering as it went. In a few moments the pendant no longer looked spiked or dangerous, instead it resembled the tattoo that had been on her hand for over a week with the emerald as the center point.
Much better. Thank you.
“Nice change.” The Tin Man reached out tentatively to touch it and when she held it out to him he took hold of it carefully. “Why’d you choose your mark?”
She shrugged. “My tattoo led me to the emerald. I figured I might as well have a keep sake from our whirlwind adventure.”
He rubbed his thumb over the jewel as he turned it in the light. “Why is it letting me touch it? It burned your mother.”
That was a good question. She looked at the emerald knowing it had heard that.
I am as much hers as you are, Tin Man. I see no reason for us to fight. We have many of the same goals. And I haven’t been able to hear you until now.
Cain jerked as the stone addressed him for the first time. His eyes were flashing with surprise and she could tell he wasn’t sure if he wanted to drop it or not. After several seconds where his eyes darted between her and the stone he asked a question. “Why would you want to hear me?”
For the same reasons I wish to hear all of the possible Consorts. I want to know how loyal you are to my queen.
He growled down at the emerald. “If you think I’d let anything happen to her-“
Protective as well. I can see why she wants you by her side. I approve if it matters to either of you at all. I’ll help you should the need arise.
He raised an eyebrow curiously but the emerald went still. He looked up at her face and she shrugged. “I guess it’s done with you. I didn’t know it could talk to people without magic.”
“I hadn’t realized I needed approval from a jewel.” She heard amusement in his voice.
“At least it isn’t hounding you about fashion statements.”
Letting the gem fall back on her chest he stood. “True.”
“Can we go met these parliament people now?” Honestly she wanted this formality over with as soon as possible.
“Yes, Raw should be done with them.”
She stood stretching her arms above her head as they walked out. Her Papay bounded ahead of them after the Tin Man opened the door to the hall for her. Crooking his arm toward her she glanced over at him briefly before slipping her arm through his. His lip twitched up as they headed toward a staircase. She really hated politics. At least Cain had her back.
Author Note: Leave me one to brighten my day! School is ruining my college experience. I need something to smile about!
Author: FeistyFox
Rating: M
Pairing: DG/Cain
Summary: DG may have a stronger foothold in the new world she's found herself in but she isn't the only one that needs to come to terms with her past and make a place for herself in the present. With old enemies making a play for power it's going to take more than an understanding of the Outer Zone to re-establish the monarchy.
This is the sequel to Tin Armor. I strongly recommend you read it before starting this story.
This story is in progress. I hope those of you who are reading it continue to do so!
Chapter 2
Disclaimer: Not mine. Hasn’t been in any of my other disclaimers either.
She knew something was wrong before she opened her eyes. The bed was cold. She jerked fully awake sitting up and searching the empty room frantically with her eyes. Throwing the covers off her body she stumbled out of the bed as she called for Cain. “Wyatt!”
For the first time she was able to take the room in. It was much smaller than the bedroom they’d had at Finaqua, and as Cain had promised, there was nothing green to in the place. The walls appeared to be made of a buffed metal and the floors were covered in organically patterned teal and brown rugs. Across the room she saw long floor length curtains, which she assumed covered a door that lead to the balcony. Her eyes skipped over a metal wardrobe, which nearly blended in with the wall in her search for her missing Tin Man.
When she didn’t spot him or any of his things she had a sinking feeling in her stomach. There was no way he had gone and done something stupid was there? Hadn’t they talked about this? Snatching her boots from their resting spot at the end of the bed she shoved her feet in them before racing out the door. The second she wrenched the door open and bolted out she smashed full force into the man in question.
He grunted from the impact, staggering backward into a small sitting room, as he caught her around the waist. She wheezed as the air was driven from her lungs but that didn’t stop her from wrapping her arms around his shoulders as he tried to catch his balance. Reaching one of his hands out he caught hold of the doorframe and stopped their rapid backward rush. “DG? What’s the matter?”
She saw him looking over her shoulder as if he were expecting a legion of Longcoats to spring out of the bedroom after her. Now she felt bad. “I, errr, missed you.”
His eyes darted down to her as the tension in his body drained away once he realized there wasn’t anything trying to kill her. “Did you need to scare the-“
Before he could finish she slammed her lips against his. He growled in surprise as his hand left the doorframe and wrapped around her neck. She thanked her lucky star the man wasn’t crazy as he shoved her backward against the opposite side of doorframe. She quickly wrapped her legs around his waist bringing him closer to her. Bunching the hem of her shirt in his hand he ripped it up over her head in one swift move. She sighed, happily arching her back toward him. Grabbing the back of her thigh he pushed her higher up kissing her over the material of her bra.
Tangling her fingers in his light hair she held him to her as she moaned. Kissing his way up her neck he breathed a question to her. “Do you trust me, Darlin’?” Shuddering at the feel of his stubble rubbing against her bare skin she managed to nod. He raised his head kissing her hard on the lips before dropping her leg.
Reaching behind her the moment her feet hit the ground he tore off her bra and tossed it aside before his hands flew to the front of her jeans. The moment he had them free he shoved them down her hips catching her panties as he went. Sliding down her body after them he tugged off her boots and rid her of the rest of her clothes as he kissed her thigh.
Standing back up he caught her side and spun her around so she was facing the doorframe. She froze in surprise as she caught hold of it, but he was immediately peppering her shoulders with kisses as his hands slipped down her body to her hips pulling them back against his. Reaching around between her legs he stroked her gently and she whimpered spreading her legs for him as she relaxed.
As she began to wriggle and whine one of his hands left her and she heard him fumbling with his pants for a few moments before the hand he still had pressed against her center slipped down and spread her open. Then with a slow thrust he pushed inside her. Gripping the frame restlessly she shoved her hips backward making him grunt and tighten his hands around her hips. Biting her neck he growled at her. “What do you want, DG?”
Breathless, she answered him. “You…This.”
He chuckled quietly pressing his clothed body against her back. “How?”
Confused, and ever so slightly distracted, she tried to focus on the question. “What?”
Splaying one of his hands out over her abdomen he pulled out slightly before thrusting back in. “What do you want this morning? Do you want slow and gentle? Or fast and hard?” She moaned at his heated question, her arousal spiking. He rubbed his nose against the back of her neck encouragingly. “Tell me.”
Fighting with her embarrassment she didn’t answer immediately. Her nails started scratching at the wall and Cain’s breathing was becoming erratic. “I want to give you what you want… Tell me.”
Moaning she blurted out what she wanted quickly, her face burning. “Fast and hard.”
“Good girl.” He pulled out quickly and complied with her request. She screamed as he moved hard inside of her. Heading rapidly toward bliss she squeezed her inner muscles around him arching her back. He started muttering under his breath as he slammed into her over and over and then she hit her breaking point. Calling his name loudly she came powerfully, stars dancing in her vision as she slumped.
The Tin Man thrust up into her once more before shuddering against her back. Shouting her name into her hair one of his hands went out to prevent himself from crushing her under his weight as he slumped forward, his breathing uneven. She stood trembling with Cain at her back as she came slowly down. “That was amazing.”
Still gasping he rested his head on her shoulder as he wrapped his arm firmly around her waist. “Nothing wrong with telling me what you like or if you want to try something.” He kept her against the doorframe as he continued. “I know how curious you are.”
She felt blood rising to her cheeks again. She hadn’t pictured Cain as the experimental type. And she certainly hadn’t pictured him encouraging her to ask him to try things with her in bed. “Ok.” She whispered back.
He laughed softly. “You’re not going to shock me, DG.” He pulled back enough to turn her back around. His eyes ran over her body slowly before he finally came back up to her flushed face. His eyes glittered at her as a smirk played over his lips. “You’ve already got a few ideas bouncin’ around that pretty head of yours don’t you?”
She flushed harder hating that he had caught her. “Maybe.”
He kissed her softly before drawing away. “We can talk about that tonight.” He seemed thoroughly intrigued by that prospect. “Right now you need to get dressed. We have some people waiting to meet you.”
Stepping back the Tin Man began to readjust his clothes as she picked up her own. “People? What people?”
“Some people from parliament. They’ve been in conference with your parents for about an hour but no one wanted to bother you after all the magic you used yesterday.”
She shimmied back into her pants casting him a confused look. “How long have I been asleep?”
“Nearly fifteen hours.”
She stopped moving, her bra halfway on. “Are you serious? Why would you let me sleep that long?”
He raised his eyebrow. “You were sick. You needed to rest.”
She huffed struggling into her shirt. Where was her green jacket? “I was drained not sick! I need to meet parliament!”
“They aren’t going anywhere. Besides, Raw needed to read them before we let you get near them. Zero might have a spy in group.”
She shook her head as she walked back into the bedroom. Spotting her jacket she snatched it up and tossed it over her shoulders as she searched the room for her hairbrush. “I can take care of anyone that comes after me with my magic.”
He sighed heavily as she sat down at a small vanity in the corner of the room. Walking to the curtains he shoved them aside and wrenched the door open. Eyes on the ground he seemed to have spotted what he was looking for as he talked to something she couldn’t see. “Are you going to lie there all day or are you going to get up and do your job?”
She heard a chuff of annoyance before Decon walked inside stretching. Once he was in the Tin Man shut the door and walked up behind her eyeing her critically. “I know you can use your magic but don’t fool yourself into thinking you know all the tricks in the book.” She turned to glare at him and he crouched down next to her cupping her face. His blue eyes were sincere but worried when he spoke next. “It isn’t that I don’t think you can take care of yourself. You’ve proved you’re more than capable of that. But this is dangerous. I want you to be safe.”
“He doesn’t want me dead, Cain.”
The Tin Man nodded in agreement. “I know, but if one of his men is waiting to kidnap you in there do you think they would hesitate to kill anyone that got in the way?” She flinched at the thought of her friends and family being hurt because of her. “Your physical safety isn’t the only thing I’m worried about. I know you well enough to know that even if it wasn’t your fault you’d blame yourself. I don’t want you to have to deal with that.”
She nodded reluctantly. She was starting to hate this but she understood his logic. “Alright.”
“Alright.” Leaning forward he kissed her sweetly. Then he changed the subject. “You should put up your hair.”
Her eyebrows came together as she picked up her hairbrush. “Why?”
“It makes you look more serious.”
She considered this briefly before calling a hair tie to her and pulling her hair up into a tight ponytail. When she was done she looked over at him questioningly. He shook his head. “Can you put it up in a bun?”
She made a face and taking it out of the ponytail and calling up a comb. There was no way she was putting her hair up in a bun. She wasn’t a school marm. Twisting it up in a knot at the base of her skull she placed the comb in tightly and let go to see if it was going to stay in. Just to be sure she added a small spell to the mix. “Better?”
He grunted in approval. “You should change your shirt to a darker color as well. I like white but it’ll make a better impression if you’re a bit imposing. It helps that your dressed like an Othersider though. That’ll make a few heads spin.”
“Do I stick out that much?”
He grinned. “Afraid so.”
With a sigh she closed her eyes and focused on the shirt she was wearing. She felt it shift around on her skin and when it was done she open her eyes again. Glancing down she was pleased to see that she was now wearing a black fitted top. The emerald sat shinning on top of the dark fabric in its horribly tacky setting. She vaguely remembered promising to fix that.
Palming the jewel in her hand she considered it carefully before letting her gift flare out. Dark magic pulsed around her hand before wrapping around the metal that encased the gem in thin tendrils. Focusing on what she wanted, the metal around the emerald twisted and turned fluidly as it reassembled. The strange marking in the metal melted away as it slowly morphed its color, darkening to a deep bronze. The color shift flowed up from the setting itself and into the chain shimmering as it went. In a few moments the pendant no longer looked spiked or dangerous, instead it resembled the tattoo that had been on her hand for over a week with the emerald as the center point.
Much better. Thank you.
“Nice change.” The Tin Man reached out tentatively to touch it and when she held it out to him he took hold of it carefully. “Why’d you choose your mark?”
She shrugged. “My tattoo led me to the emerald. I figured I might as well have a keep sake from our whirlwind adventure.”
He rubbed his thumb over the jewel as he turned it in the light. “Why is it letting me touch it? It burned your mother.”
That was a good question. She looked at the emerald knowing it had heard that.
I am as much hers as you are, Tin Man. I see no reason for us to fight. We have many of the same goals. And I haven’t been able to hear you until now.
Cain jerked as the stone addressed him for the first time. His eyes were flashing with surprise and she could tell he wasn’t sure if he wanted to drop it or not. After several seconds where his eyes darted between her and the stone he asked a question. “Why would you want to hear me?”
For the same reasons I wish to hear all of the possible Consorts. I want to know how loyal you are to my queen.
He growled down at the emerald. “If you think I’d let anything happen to her-“
Protective as well. I can see why she wants you by her side. I approve if it matters to either of you at all. I’ll help you should the need arise.
He raised an eyebrow curiously but the emerald went still. He looked up at her face and she shrugged. “I guess it’s done with you. I didn’t know it could talk to people without magic.”
“I hadn’t realized I needed approval from a jewel.” She heard amusement in his voice.
“At least it isn’t hounding you about fashion statements.”
Letting the gem fall back on her chest he stood. “True.”
“Can we go met these parliament people now?” Honestly she wanted this formality over with as soon as possible.
“Yes, Raw should be done with them.”
She stood stretching her arms above her head as they walked out. Her Papay bounded ahead of them after the Tin Man opened the door to the hall for her. Crooking his arm toward her she glanced over at him briefly before slipping her arm through his. His lip twitched up as they headed toward a staircase. She really hated politics. At least Cain had her back.
Author Note: Leave me one to brighten my day! School is ruining my college experience. I need something to smile about!
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