dg_cain | Winter Challenge: Skating With Cain PG

Title: Skating With Cain

Character/Pairiings: Cain/DG

Rating: PG

Warnings/Spoilers: Spoilers for the very end only.

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“Princess, I don’t think this is a good idea.”

DG rolled her eyes and kept tugging on his hands. “Cain, believe me this’ll be fun.”

His answer was a silent raised eyebrow accompanying a look of disbelief. Reluctantly, he took one step on the ice, nearly falling in his state of imbalance. He’d closed his eyes in anticipation of crashing face first onto the slippery frozen surface of the lake. When he opened them again he found DG’s brilliant blue eyes boring into his own.

“Just hold onto me.” She murmured throatily, as if she didn’t have enough space to breath properly. Which was entirely possible seeing as he’d clutched her to his chest in a vise-like grip and her body was pressed tightly against his own.

A sheepish grin escaped him for a split second before he managed to squash it, and loosened his hold on her, but did not let go completely.

“People on the Other Side really do this?” He was forced to ask, disbelief rampant in his voice. His usual stoic nature seemed to be leeching away along with the heat in the whirling cold wind carrying snowflakes seemingly straight into his face. “Put flimsy metal blades on their shoes and go walking on ice?”

The giggle that escaped her made him look sharply at her. Or as sharply as he could seem to manage around her. A reluctant smile nearly tipped the corners of his mouth, before he restrained it with great practice. Doing so was getting harder and harder as time went by, some of the weight in his chest had released months earlier when he’d seen her and her family back together, and the double eclipse averted.

She pressed cold and slightly chapped lips against his own. But before he could react she stepped back with a grin. “You’re so cute.”

He glowered half-heartedly at her smiling face. “I am not cute.”

She giggled again, the sound tinkling like those wind chimes she’d commissioned for her bedroom window. “Now come on, we’ve got ice skating to do.”

The picture of reluctance, he haltingly followed her onto the ice.