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Oestrus Perturbatio	By : Rhondda Category: S through Z > Tin Man Views: 1733 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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DG awoke gasping. Need slammed into her with the force of a wrecking ball, choking out a sobbing gasp.
For a few moments she was unaware of anything other than the sensations against every inch of her skin, the ache that had moved to pain clawing low in her body. She curled onto her side and wrapped her arms about herself.
She noticed the softness under her with her heightened sensitivity. She was in a room. It was one she'd seen before. The place that they had stopped at a few days ago, which had reminded her of a bed and breakfast. She'd thought it charming then. Now it was only four walls in which she could suffer alone.
At least her friends had given her privacy. She wasn't sure if she wanted to bless them or curse them for it.
The open door to the private bathroom beckoned her. She got up on shaky legs, feeling weak, shaking, and whimpering as if in pain. She went to the tub and ran water as cold as it would come.
Cain ignored Glitch as the other man said his name. He made his way up the stairs and to the room he'd taken the other day. Inside he shed his duster and hat, stripping off his holster and vest he moved to the shared bathroom at the end of the hall. Splashing cold water on his face he faced himself in the mirror. It wasn't as hard as he'd been prepared for it to be. He was able to meet his own eyes.
The decision had been made. Over time he might have eventually faced things. He hadn't been ready. But time was something they no longer had. It was forced, rushed, but he'd be damned if he'd go into this like a prisoner facing a sentence. He'd chosen. He acknowledged that he was wanted this, that he loved DG. This wouldn't be all about the curse.
He closed the bathroom door and leaned his back against it. Gathering his wits about him and deciding exactly what needed to be done before preparing himself.
Cain entered DG's room.
She was curled in a ball on the floor, her shoulder's shaking and her back to the door. He could hear her weeping, punctuated by soft moans. She wore only her shirt and a small piece of cloth that barely passed as an undergarment. Her hair was wet. The scent of arousal in the air was tinged with the salt of too many tears.
Cain closed the door behind him and locked it. "DG, it's gonna be alright."
Her whole body jolted as she rolled into a semi-seated position. Her face was flushed and wet from tears. Her eyes red. As beautiful as DG was, she was the picture of misery and terror now.
She scuttled in a crabwalk back until her back hit the night table. "No! Don't touch me! Go away, Cain. Just… get out."
"Not gonna happen," he just caught himself from adding 'kiddo' to the sentence. He couldn't let that mental defense enter this.
He crossed the room to crouch next to her. DG wedged herself against the bedrail her back pushing into the night table. She had nowhere to go except under the bed. She was small enough she might actually manage that.
"Don't touch me, Cain," her plea clenched at his heart, especially since there was such confusion there. There was also a plea for just the opposite of what she was saying.
He levered himself to the floor next to her and reached out to take her hand. She gasped, but didn't pull away. She was shaking still, lost in the torment going through her body.
"I'm here for you, darlin'." He ran his thumb over the back of her hand and her tremors turned into a shudder.
"They told you." She couldn't sound any more miserable. She was almost cried out. "You… you don't want to be here. You're just taking pity on me. You're thinking of protecting me from this. You want to be anywhere but here." She looked away.
Cain moved to catch her wrist instead of her hand and pulled her over, across his lap, wrapping his arm around her shoulders. That she didn't struggle, just quaked, displayed just how vulnerable she had become. Her side was pressed against his torso, her head against his shoulder.
"The irony is I'm where I want to be." It was true. He wanted to be here, he wanted to hold her. God help him, he wanted to make love to her. He couldn't, wouldn't let Adora go. But there was always room.
"I can't take this." Her voice was a whisper. "My skin's so hot. I can feel everything. And I…" She closed her eyes again, trying not to fall to tears again. He hated when she cried. "I can't… I've tried. I need…"
She opened those big blue eyes again and they slammed into him. "I NEED… Cain."
She took the hand not bracing her back and brought it to the soft swell of her breast. He could feel the heat of her skin through the thin fabric, the hard nub of her nipple, straining for sensation. She gasped and arched into his hand. Almost on reflex his thumb brushed over the taught peak. Her moan sank into his skin, making his pulse thrum.
"Please," her voice was small, breathy against his neck, "please, touch me. Make this stop."
It wasn't the request of a woman to a lover, but of a child seeking some sort of comfort.
It froze the heat he had begun to feel at holding her, touching her.
He would not think of her as a child. This wasn't the place or time for him to remember her youth. The way she stuck her tongue out at him when she won an argument, or how she'd climbed a tree to stretch out on a branch just out of his reach wearing his duster, just to annoy him. She was not a child. The ripe fullness under his hand was definitely not that of a kid.
"It's gonna be alright, DG," he pressed his lips against her temple, feeling the dampness of her hair, the way her skin was too hot under his lips.
She was pulling his hand down, off her breast, across her flat stomach, to her navel. He resisted at once and she whimpered.
"Please. Please, Cain."
Damnit he was going to do this right. He tilted his head back a bit to look at DG. Her eyes were screwed closed, puffy from her tears, her teeth catching her bottom lip.
"My name is Wyatt. I think you should start to use it, don't you?" He watched her open her eyes, her pupils were huge as she looked at him, disbelieving.
"You're going to get prissy about names at a time like this?"
"Seemed like the right time to me." He raised his scarred brow to look down at her.
"I'm ten seconds away from throwing you down and ravishing you and you're arguing about forms of address?" Her eyes seemed a bit more focused.
"You're welcome to try, but I doubt you'll get far. I'm not the one arguing," he pointed out.
His heart thrilled to see her grabbing some of her fire back. Annoyed was better than pleading any time. She was bowed, but not broken.
She grit her teeth as his fingers traced a light, swirling pattern over her navel. Her eyes were starting to lose their focus once more.
"Fine. Fuck me, Wyatt."
"No." He pulled her in with the arm around her back and kissed her softly.
She whimpered against his lips, and he gently suckled her bottom lip, tasting her desperation and fear. DG's back arched again, trying to press into the hand he had on her stomach, her other hand snaking around to clutch at the back of his head. He didn't deepen the kiss and pulled back, almost having to pry her away.
"This isn't just gonna be a means to an end. I'm not gonna just be a body here for convenience, princess. I'm here. Me. I want to be here. I'm gonna make love with you. But I'm not here to fuck you."

He pressed his lips to hers again trying to convey his own reassurance, promise, longing. He felt her trembling increase as she moaned, opening her mouth under his. He touched the edge of her tongue with his own, finally tasting her. His own heart thundered in his ears once more.
She was writhing in his lap, stirring his own response to her. He allowed the hand covering his on her belly to guide him. His fingers brushed her hot skin, feeling the fluttering under the soft flesh. Then he felt the edge of that scrap of fabric barely covering her.
DG broke their kiss, gasping for air before turning her face into the crook of his neck.
"Please, Wyatt. Touch me." Her breath fanned his neck, adding to his own steadily rising desire.
He swallowed. Was it right to be aroused by her distress?
Her small hand on his was trembling as she urged him, trying to press her body into his palm.
Gently, he slid his hand under the cloth and closed his eyes as he felt the moisture in the crisp curls there. His fingers trailed through and she began to whimper into his throat as her hips rocked. The cloth of her undergarments was soaked, and the heat surrounding her womanhood was near scorching him. The pads of his fingers traced over the quivering lips he found and she gave a little cry and the hand that had guided him clutched his forearm now, her other hand digging her nails into the base of his skull.
He ran his digits back and forth over the burning, tender flesh, finding his hand coated with the juices overflowing there. His middle and forefinger circled the tightly budded bundle of nerves almost reaching for attention. DG cried out again and pushed up, arching off his lap until he flicked over it once, twice and she screamed as her whole body seized, drawn back so tightly he half feared she would break.
The hand clutching his forearm held him there as she kept thrusting her hips up, riding out the tidal wave, as she finally felt some satisfaction.
She eventually settled, limp and pliable across him.
Cain withdrew his hand, and quickly wiped his fingers on his pant leg before wrapping both arms about her in an embrace. His now free hand began stroking through her damp hair.
"It's alright, sweetheart. It's gonna be alright." He pressed his cheek to the top of her head.
He was aching for her now. But nothing he felt could compare with what she'd been enduring. He put his mind to mostly ignoring it, so long as she didn't start squirming again.
Oh. My. God.
That couldn't have just happened. She had not been begging Wyatt Cain to make her come, to… fuck her.
Had he really just stroked her into an orgasm that actually hurt? And boy had it hurt. So much unrelenting need, all the building with no satisfaction, when the relief valve blew, it was too strong, too violent.
This wasn't happening.
Sure, her forehead was pressed to his jaw right now, and she could smell that woodsy, spicy scent that seemed to cling to him. But this was some kind of dream. Or a nightmare. If it was real… what the hell must he think of her?
His arms were definitely around her, his fingers threading through her hair. She was never going to be able to look him in the eyes again. She'd just lost one of her best friends. And she could already feel this nightmare wasn't over. Just breathing him in, pressed against him, and she could feel it starting again. The desire effervescent along her nerve endings, bubbling up inside her.
His words… they had been beautiful, and just what she wanted to hear. But that had been the point. To make things easy for her, to tell her what she needed to hear at the moment. Cain was protecting her again. Trying to ease the embarrassment. He'd even try to live up to what he said, because of his sense of honor. This wasn't only tormenting her, he was allowing himself to be trapped by some sense of duty.
"Stop it." His voice came from the top of her head.
"Stop what?" She tried to sound casual.
"You're stiffened up, and your breathing's changed like you're gonna cry again." The fingers left her hair to trace her jaw, tilting her head up. She closed her eyes.
"Look at me, DG." He spoke softly, coaxing her with careful patience.
She slowly opened her eyes. He was looking at her, his own eyes dark.
"I love you. I want you. I'm gonna say it until you believe it. This thing… it forced the timing. It didn't force what I'm feeling. But… if you want someone else here…" his voice was tight.
He seemed pained at the very thought. He really didn't want anyone else here. Neither did she.
"I don't want anyone here but you." She knew her voice was rough, her throat was tight. She wanted to believe him. She did. But she still had doubts.
He offered a small smile. "Good. Now, do you think you can stand? Because I don't think I can lift you while getting to my own feet, here."
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