Disclaimer: I don't own Tin Man. All the characters herein are owned by the Sci-Fi network. I'm just playing in their sandbox.

- Part 2 -

It didn't take them long to reach Tutor's office. Composing themselves before Cain opened the door, without knocking, he dragged DG into the room behind him.

"Here you go, Tutor: one wayward princess," he stated, pushing DG out in front of him like an offering. DG threw a glare at him over her shoulder. Cain stared back. "You stay here," he said pointedly. "I'm going to go call the guards back in." With that, Cain turned on his heel and exited the room.

He stalked down the hall to do just as he'd said, wanting to get back to DG as soon as possible and escort her back to her room for the night. Luckily, he ran into one of the few guards that were not out on a mission to find the missing princess. Cain informed him that Princess DG had been found and further instructed the man to go notify all search parties and order them back to the palace.

Meanwhile, back in Tutor's office, it hadn't taken but a second after Cain had departed for the shape-shifting teacher to begin severely chastising DG.

"DG, I am terribly disappointed in you," Tutor said as he gave DG a withering look. "These lessons are very important to your future." DG pretended to hang her head in shame as he continued, shaking his head. "I really don't know what to do with you, any more. This was the last straw, Princess; I have no choice but to go to your mother about today's disappearance."

As Cain approached the door, he could hear the reprimand DG was being given and, for some reason, he didn't like it at all. His jaw tightened in anger and, this time, he knocked before entering.

The other two occupants of the room turned toward him. Tutor immediately stopped his tirade upon seeing his face; the ex-Tin Man looked pissed, and it was confirmed a second later when Cain spoke.

"Listen, Pooch," he growled with the same amount of venom he'd used when speaking to Toto during their original trek through the O.Z. "The Queen hears nothing about this, you got me? DG will be on time for her lessons from now on. I'll make sure of that."

Without even waiting for a response, he grabbed DG's hand and stalked out of the office.

DG hid the smirk on her lips until the door slammed shut behind them. "My hero," she murmured up at Cain, who stood staring down at her.

"You can drop the attitude anytime you want now, DG," Cain said. "I wasn't going to allow him to talk to you that way. There was no call for him threatening you."

DG gave him an innocent look. "Hey, I was completely serious with that compliment!" Then she smiled. "Thanks."

"I probably shouldn't have been so harsh," he said, glancing back at the closed door. "I have no idea what came over me, hearing him talking down to you like that."

DG shrugged. Honestly, it hadn't bothered her too much. She was used to Tutor's constant rants. Though, they were nowhere near as bad as Cain's when he went off on a tangent, like he had in the cave... That thought brought DG's mind back to what had transpired earlier between them. She brought one of her hands up to cup Cain's face, turning his eyes back to meet her own.

"I'm sure he'll get over it," she said with a smile. "Now, I think there was something we needed to talk about."

He leaned down to whisper huskily into her ear: "Your room, or mine, Darlin'?"

DG bit her lip as she faked contemplation. "Which one's closer?"

"That would be yours," he replied, then grinned. "But we might have more privacy in mine, seeing as I don't have ladies' maids."

"Sounds good to me," she beamed, a glint of desire beginning to shine in her eyes.

Cain looked both ways down the hall, making sure no one was around before he wrapped his arms around DG, pulling her to him tightly and kissing her quickly. His arms dropped from around her waist to, instead, take one of her hands in his before walking towards the stairs that would lead them to his room. DG followed him, trying her best not to appear too eager.

Oh, who was she kidding? She was so totally wanting an instant replay of what had happened at the hot springs. And… she had an inkling that Cain did, too.

They got to his room in no time at all. He opened the door and walked in, releasing DG's hand to deposit his hat on a nearby table before going over to the fireplace to light it so that the room would start to warm a little.

DG stood in the middle of the room, watching Cain as he bent over to place a lit match into the hearth. She couldn't help but stare at his backside, mesmerized, her head cocking to the side a little as she admired the view.

As he was bent over, Cain glanced over his shoulder and noticed her staring. "See something you like, Sweetheart?"

DG blushed and looked away quickly, causing Cain to chuckle in amusement. After everything they'd done in the hot spring, she could still get embarrassed at being caught staring at his ass? He shook his head and stood up, turning to walk toward her.

He reached his hand out to her and, when she grasped it, he pulled her to him, kissing her fiercely before picking her up and carrying her over to his bed. He laid her down upon the mattress and started to divulge himself of his shirt and vest. He didn't need to lose another shirt because his princess got too excited.

DG sighed happily as, bit by bit, Cain's chest became visible with each button he undid.

Cain couldn't help the smile that came to his face when he heard that small sound come from the woman in his bed. He let the shirt slide off of his broad shoulders and down his arms, the fabric pooling at his wrists momentarily as he watched the look of lust fill DG's eyes. Oh, yeah, she was definitely enjoying the show.

DG sat up on the bed to get a better view at the little strip tease he was doing. Lifting a hand, she placed it flat in the center of his chest, fingers spread wide. She could feel his heart beating beneath her palm and her eyes looked deep into his.

She wanted to feel more, so she slid her hand down his chest to the buttons on his pants, slowly undoing them before slipping her hand beneath the waistband. Cain moaned in pleasure at the feel of her hand wrapping around him. He was already partially hard as she began to stroke him, rhythmically working him into full erection. He filled her hand, hot and virile, and DG simply couldn't help herself. Using her other hand, she pushed at the waist of his pants until the material came down around his thighs, revealing the ultimate prize she sought.

His hands went up around her back, fingers working to release the zipper on the dress she was wearing. Pushing it slowly off her shoulders, he leaned down to place a kiss on the expanse of pale, silky skin that was revealed.

DG smiled before moving her fingers down to his base and leaned in to pass her tongue over the head. Cain hissed, eyes clenching shut at the sensation of her tasting him so intimately. His hands went to tangle in her hair, not too tightly, but enough to let her know he approved of what she was doing to him. She took him into her mouth an inch at a time, her lips wrapping tightly around him as she applied just the right amount of suction.

Cain moaned in pleasure at the feel of her mouth around him and had to try hard not to thrust into her mouth. DG smiled around him as the sound of his moans hit her ears. She knew he was holding back, but the truth was, she didn't want him too. A salty drop of pre-cum hit her taste buds and she was quick to run her tongue along the slit, hoping for another sample of his seed. Cain's hands tightened slightly in her hair as she ran her tongue along his length.

"Oh, Gods, DG," he gasped. The little minx was going to be the death of him yet.

When her other hand rose to caress his sack, Cain's eyes flew open and for a moment he thought they would roll back in his head. He lost all control at this point and pulled her roughly away, her lips making a soft 'pop' as his member slipped from between them. He hauled her up to him, his mouth crashing down on hers as his tongue slipped inside. He could taste himself on her lips and a growl escaped his throat as he stepped back to finish removing his boots and pants before reaching for her again. He quickly tore the dress the rest of the way off her body before climbing into bed next to her.

He gathered her to him in one arm as he ran a hand up one of her thighs, fingers brushing her teasingly before trailing back down the other leg. When his hand came back up again, a lone finger ran across her slit causing DG to gasp. The sound only made Cain want her even more and he slipped first one, then a second digit, into her tight passage.

DG reached out for anything to ground herself. Her fingers found his shoulder and dug in, her nails unintentionally biting into the flesh and drawing blood. In retaliation, Cain bit into her shoulder even as he curled his fingers inside her and began to steadily stroke the spot that was sure to send her over the edge.

She cried out inadvertently when he bit down on her shoulder and Cain simply couldn't take it any longer. He brushed his thumb across that little bundle of nerves, causing DG to buck against his hand before he withdrew it and moved to settle himself on top of her. Positioning himself at her opening, his eyes looking down into hers as he plunged inside her fully.

Her arms wrapped around him, one hand gripping his hair while the other dug nails into his back, clutching desperately at whatever part of him she could as he began to move. Slow and steady, in and out, he planned to take his time and fully enjoy the perfection that was DG.

But DG did not want slow and steady. Taking matters into her own hands, so to speak, she wrapped one leg around Cain's and brought her palms to his chest, pushing as she rolled and taking the Tin Man off-guard. Suddenly, he was lying flat of his back, a beautiful princess straddling his hips and looking down at him hungrily as she began to rock against him.

Cain had never been with anyone who had taken control in bed like she was doing and it turned him on more than he'd thought was possible. He placed his hands on her hips as she started riding him hard and fast.

DG arched her back as incredible pleasure radiated throughout her body, her hands bracing against his chest while his dug into her hips. Not so much as guiding, but holding on as he fought for control in order to not spill himself inside of her right then and there.

He released her hip with one hand to bring it up to where they were joined, sliding his thumb across the sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Oh, fuck! Wyatt!" DG's voice rose to a near scream.

He felt her muscles tighten down on him but was not ready for this to be over just yet. Deciding to take back control of the situation, Cain rolled them once more so that he was back on top. He quickly grabbed her legs, hooking them over his arms so that her knees fell into the crooks of his elbows, assuring that she could not take the upper hand again.

So she wanted it hard and fast, did she? Cain drew back until only the tip of him was still inside her before thrusting back in all the way, his hips giving a little grinding twist as he did so. DG did scream then as she felt herself shatter into what felt like a million tiny pieces.

All the while that he had been trapped in that suit, Cain had never thought that he would feel these sensations again. It was all just too damned wonderful to be true. How could he have been this lucky? To have found a person who was this precious to him, not once, but twice in his lifetime?

Cain knew he wouldn't last much longer, no matter how much he didn't want this to end. He pounded harder and harder into DG's body, reveling in her gasps and the sensations they were sharing together.

DG knew he was struggling to prolong this, which she didn't have a problem with, but they still had all night, as well as the next. The rest of their lives, if she had anything to say about it.

She let go of him to touch his face. "Wyatt, let go." She panted when his eyes shot open to meet hers.

When their gazes locked, Cain lost it completely. He arched his back, driving home inside of DG and with one last animalistic growl, came long and hard inside of her.

He fell on top of her, exhausted, but sated for the time being. DG took the brunt of his weight gladly, her arms winding around him to hold him close as they both panted heavily.

"You're trying to kill me, I think," he mumbled softly into her neck.

DG giggled, the sound causing her inner muscles to spasm around him as he was still buried inside of her.

"Oh, Gods," he gasped.

"Sorry! Sorry," DG said, stifling another laugh. She kissed his temple gently.

Still trying to catch his breath, Cain sighed and said, "I think after that little performance, I came up with the perfect nickname for you."

"DG's eyebrows rose. "Oh, yeah? What's that?" she asked, not quite sure she wanted to actually hear what he had come up with.

"Wildcat, and I think I have the marks that prove it," he said with a groan as he rolled off of her and moved to lie beside her on the bed.

DG turned toward him, snuggling up to his side. "Wildcat," she mused softly, a contented smile stretched across her lips. "I like that much better than 'Kiddo,' I think."

"I don't want you to go, but I know it'll just cause another incident if you're not in your room in the morning.

DG rose up, propping herself on one elbow to look down at him. "You're kicking me out?" she asked in disbelief.

Cain sighed. "No, I'm not kicking you out, Deeg."

"That's what it sounds like to me." DG sat up fully and looked down at him. "Look, I don't care what anybody thinks if I'm not in my room by morning. I thought you realized this by now. I'm safe, here with you and want to be, so that's all that should matter."

Cain growled. He did not want to have this argument right now. Climbing out of the bed he grabbed his pants and pulled them up before turning back around to face her. "I don't know how things are done on the other side, but here, a little decorum is required.

Sighing, DG lowered her head and began to pick at the bed sheet. "Damn it," she muttered, before looking back up at Cain, frowning. "Okay, so it's not becoming of a princess to shack up with an ex-Tin Man. I get it. But don't expect me to like it."

"I don't like it either, sweetheart," he said as he sat back down on the edge of his bed, letting his head drop onto his hands.

DG got onto her knees and moved in behind Cain, her arms slipping around his waist as she molded her front along the contour of his back. She felt him groan as her breasts pressed into him and she grinned. "You sure I can't stay just a little while longer?"

He didn't want to spend another night alone after today, but could not think of a way around the situation. "How about we go back to your room?" he finally asked, turning to look at her over his shoulder. "I'm usually up and waking you before anybody comes in, anyway."

DG gave a happy little squeal and hugged him from behind. "Works for me," she said as she bounced off of the bed and gathered her clothes, throwing Cain his in the process.

He smiled at the exuberance in her. This was not how he'd expected today to end after the way it had started, but now, he was thanking Ozma that it had. Somehow, he knew that, for the first time in a while, with DG beside him, he might actually sleep the night through with no nightmares.

He looked up to find DG already dressed and standing in front of him, hands perched on her hips. "What's the hold up, old man, time's a wasting!" she urged.

"Old man?" He rose from the bed, grabbing her around the waist and kissing her hard. "As I've heard you say, Princess, 'I don't think so.'"

With a laugh, Cain quickly dressed himself, not bothering to button his shirt or pants. He knew once they got back to her room, they were as good as gone anyway.

The End