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Broken	By : FunOFancy Category: S through Z > Tin Man Views: 1025 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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She watched him slowly compose himself after the newest synapses misfire. He was no longer Dg’s Glitch, and hadn’t been her Ambrose in many, many years. All because she hadn’t been strong enough to fight against a wicked witch.
The months after the witch had been total chaos, her former advisor and Zero still leading as small army of long coats against the royal family and the former rebels. Raw and Klam healing each other after a lifetime of fear and abuse. Cain the former Tin Man grieving over his dead wife and building a rocky relationship with his son, on top of the queen having asked him to lead her armies. DG realizing that the only life she ever recalled was a deceit and the parents she loved were gone thanks to the witch and replaced with to strangers, not to mention she was a fairy tale princess.
And Ambrose.
Azkedillia still had yet to meet him his the eyes, her one closest confident and secret love. Ambrose was having the most difficult time of all as his two split personalities were reemerging into to something new and different. At time’s he was so serious and composed, calm and dutiful. The without any warning Glitch would come out and trip over something, repeat a phrase a few dozen times or ramble off into a tangent about things that had nothing to do with seemingly anything. The only thing Az could tell the two sides had anything in common with each other was their kindness, want for justice, and their affection for DG.
Azkedillia was free of the witch and had never felt more along….. or guilty.
All of this was her fault the counties chaos, her parents having been separated, DG’s life, The viewers people, Tin Mans Wife, Ambrose’s mind. All because of her.
Her fault
Couldn’t stop it.
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He watched her out of the corner of his eye. She was doing it again the oldest Princess of the OZ was shutting herself off away from the world. Slowly destroying herself in a way the Witch had never been able to, his Azka-Dee wore guilt and sadness like a cloak. She didn’t seem to understand that she was not at fault for the terrible things the witch did while in her body. That no one who mattered blamed her, least of all himself. He had waited the last few month’s for her to come to him like she once had, but instead she hide herself away eyes tearing up every time they meet his. He knew he was not who he once was, he was better in so many ways. More understanding more forgiving, he knew how to enjoy and treasure his moments and had the wisdom of two minds to guide him through adversity.
She wasn’t coming to him.
So it was time for him to go to her.
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Wandering away from the room as talks of cornering Zeros half of the army began, Az make her way to the room that was hers when the witch had been in control. Nothing in the familiar space fit with her any more. Large and cold and dark. A bowl of biscuits on a desk for those horrible bat creatures. Even the cloths in the wardrobe didn’t make sense on her any more. Black dresses Armor breast plats? At the same time though it didn’t seem right to wear the pail pastels she prefers as a child. She was caught in the wide divide of two lives that didn’t belong to her anymore.
“Why the long face Azka-Dee?”
His voice nearly made her jump from her skin.
“I didn’t hear you follow me.”
“No you didn’t, you were to busy thinking about things that you cannot go back and change.” his face his body were to much to take in at once, so beautiful and broken it hurt to look at him. She turned to face the cool with coming from the open balcony.
“I wanted to be alone. didn’t feel right to be in a war room that’s only in existence because of me.”
“Not because of you” his warm voice was close then before. “Because of her! That wicked witch! You of all people should be in their, you know the general and Advisor. How they think where they usually place men, how many men they may still have. Outposts, secret bases. Princess you are our best hope for the future right now. Best hope for the future now. Best hope for the future now. Best hop-” he glitched
“STOP IT” she turned and was abruptly meet by his chest. He has snuck up behind her and now she was pined between Ambrose and the balcony edge. Her pounding heart skipped a few beats. “How can you say that Ambrose, greatest hope for the OZ?! Look what I’ve done to it! To everyone, to you! Ozma look at what I’ve done to you.”
Vision clouded by tears she let her hand travel up to the scar where the zipper once sat on his head. He snatched her hand and brought its coolness to the warmth of his cheek and cradled it there.
“ You were my friend, still are my closest friend. That Witch tore my mind apart and you were the one to glue the marbles back together. My Azka-Dee.” he groans and wraps his arms around her. I can fix this he thinks I can fix us. “My Princess Azka-Dee it was you before the witch and it’s still you now. The only difference is now I can truly appreciate what I had, what I have now..”
“But Ambrose….. I’m broken, I can’t be the girl you knew. I can hardly be who I am now, whoever that may be.”
His face inched closer to hers.
“My Azka-Dee don’t you realize I know that? Princess I more then anyone else in the kingdom understand because I’m the same. I’m a little bit broken too.” Arms tightened around her he could smell her sweet breath on his face. The pail flush of exposed bosom heaved hypnotically against his chest. Her eyes wet with tears glimmered light the midnight sky. He was going to die if he did not kiss her soon.
“Ambrose. Are you sure?”
“Let’s be broken together Princess.”
Their lips meet… no clashed together in a desperate plea for understanding. The quick burn of it sweeping over their bodies like a wild fire, making everything to much, to hot. Her hands went to fist in his hair so she could further glue his mouth to hers while his hands when to the pearl buttons at the back of her dress nimble fingers making quick work of them. Then yanking it down her body and bringing her crushing to him.
The fabric of his pants vest and coat scraped against her skin making her gasp and break their lips apart only to clench her teeth and groan as his went to nipping at he collar.
“Please..Please you to.”
“Princess!”
“I need.”
“Anything Azka-Dee. Everything.”
The hot burning coil within them twisted tighter and tighter. He dropped to his knees and found himself in the hot heaven of her vee. Letting her lean back against the railing her secured her legs over his shoulders and under his arms. A shudder over took her at his half mad gaze. An then….. He feasted.
Her world fell apart at his touch and uncaring that she was naked for the midnight world to see, her hands clutching desperately at his shoulders, his hair anything that could help her find purchase while her head fell back to moon, mouth opened in a soundless cry of pleasure.
Until he added two thick fingers into her virgin passage and twisted up.
Not so soundless now.
She cried and shuddering her way to something powerful and new. It built and built, cried his name over the blinding abyss as he worked her down and up it and on and on.
“I think I’m glitching. I cant stop.”
Orgasm built to another and then another higher and he lapped and suckle and nipped and blew his finger twisting and curling in her tightening channel tickling that secret spongy area within.
The OZ stopped………………………………........................... Then exploded
In one long uncontrollable wave of pleasure she gushed into his greedy mouth screaming his name for Ozma and all to hear.
Time speed up and slowed down just for them.
He let her slide down limp into his arms. Her body still twitching and convulsing in powerful aftershocks. Her breaths coming out in rapid sobs. They were silent for a time both floored by what had just happened between them, neither willing to break whatever spell had been cast.
Shaking he lifted the already drifting princess to the large bed at the center of the room and tucked her under. Then undressed himself with high amusement at what he had done to her while still fully dressed. He crawled in next to her ignoring the painful throb of his length and let it be cradled against her sweet ass.
“Ambrose?” her voice was hors with her screams and exhaustion.
“Yes Princess?”
“I don’t feel so broken anymore.”
I can fix this. I can fix us.
“We can fix each other.”
Deep healing sleep swept them away.
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Might make a sequel might not.
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