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Rating: R
Pairing: Cain/DG
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em
Notes: This is dedicated to moony_blues and erinm_4600 and a late night round of IM’s on the subject. If I have the nerve, I’ll follow this little three-part series up with its obvious companion piece.
Note 2: In CPR, Rescue Breathing is also known as The Kiss Of Life. The chapter titles come from the old song It's Been A Long Long Time - lyrics by Sammy Cahn. I don't own that either.
Previous Chapters: Ch 1 - Kiss Me Once; Ch 2 - Kiss Me Twice

Rescue Breathing



Ch 3 - And Kiss Me Once Again

Their third kiss was because it was time to stop pretending.

The morning after Jeb’s engagement party dawned bright and clear. DG woke with a smile and a delicious warm feeling around her heart. It had taken four months of waiting, but her Tin Man had finally kissed her again and when he had, it was some kiss! She rolled on her side and hugged her pillow at the memory. Her world felt as if it was bathed in a warm glow.

Later when she dressed in her Other Side clothes, she noticed her cheeks were pink and sensitive to the touch. It took her all of two seconds to convince herself it had nothing to do with the delicious drag of his face against hers. It was due to the strong wind caused by galloping through the night. Windburn chaffed anyone’s skin, she reasoned.

Deeg sighed as her fingers lingered on the spot over the notch in her collarbone. She’d expected to discover it bruised and battered, since that was what his hands and lips had done to her senses when he’d caressed her there. But a careful check in the mirror assured her there was nothing to be seen, except milky white skin. She should have known Wyatt was too careful and too knowledgeable to have left telltale signs.

It wasn’t until she picked up her hairbrush that she noticed the tiny darkened area above the center of her palm. It was where he’d nibbled her hand as he’d kissed it, in full view of Hobbs. Oh, her Tin Man knew exactly what he’d been doing. He’d left his mark all right, but had been careful to place it where only they knew it existed. It elevated what was basically a hicky, from teenage crude to gentle intimacy

Moments later she left her rooms with a glowing smile and filled with anticipation. When she found Jeb Cain waiting outside her door, instead of his father, her smile dimmed slightly. She knew Wyatt was in charge of security for the Royal family and that included a number of administrative tasks. The Prince Consort was also using him as an informal military advisor. It kept him busy and not around as much as she would have liked, though most mornings he made a point to accompany her to breakfast. It was how they started their day.

“Good morning, how’s the engaged man doing?” She was determined not to let anything ruin her mood.

“Fine, Your Highness.” He nodded and looked grim, very much the Royal Guard. Only a trace of the reveler from the night before peeked out, as he'd hastily repressed a grin when she’d spoken of his engagement. “Dad wanted me to tell you he had an errand to run, and he’d be back as soon as he could.”

“Oh…oh, thank you.” A small crack reverberated through the cloud of joy that enveloped her heart, but she ignored it. She trusted Wyatt. He wouldn’t…he’d never…her mind stuttered because she knew rationally that her understanding of men was limited. But Wyatt Cain wasn’t just any man. He was her Tin Man. He may have pushed her away four months ago, but he wouldn’t after last evening. She thought again of the tiny bruise on her palm and took refuge in emotional certainty. That small mark spoke of possession and for the moment was all she had to hold onto.

“Then we should be on our way. I have an early lesson and I want to eat first.” She smiled, but her delight was diminished and she didn’t like the odd feeling she was getting.

The morning dragged for DG. No matter how attentive she tried to be during her classes, her mind wandered and her eyes often strayed to the window; or she’d find herself gazing at her right palm. The tiny dark mark was the only tangible evidence that she hadn’t dreamt the whole incredible kiss.

In frustration, Tutor finally gave up and sent her on her way with a sharp warning. Deeg let his disgruntled words bounce off her and headed for the lake relieved that she was able to escape undetected. As long as she was in the Palace she was under the security net that was in place because of the Queen’s proximity combined with normal measures taken to protect any Royal property. It was only when either princess went off on her own that they were to have a personal shadow. She was well aware that the extensive grounds and gardens at Finaqua fell into a gray area and therefore were never to be wandered unaccompanied.

“Your Highness, you shouldn’t be out here alone,” Jeb Cain chided when he caught up with her ten minutes later. He wasn’t happy. He’d left her safely with Tutor and he’d expected her to stay there or have him sent for if she finished early. It had been months since she’d acted so irresponsibly.

“I know.” She didn’t bother to turn when she spoke, but went on looking for stones and trying to skip them. “Damn,” she muttered when her latest attempt sunk like all the rest. “I can’t seem to make anything work today. No matter how perfect a rock appears, it hits the water with a plop and sinks.” Shrugging she decided that a heavy heart prevented even the flattest stone from taking flight.

“Highness,” this time his voice was soft, filled with regret and worry. It was evident that his father’s absence was taking a toll on her. He wished he had more information for her, but all he had were theories and those wouldn’t help her at all.

“No, you’re right I shouldn’t have…” DG didn’t know how to explain that it wasn’t simply Wyatt’s absence. She was tired of being the Princess all the time. All she wanted was a few moments alone where she could sort things out in her mind. But she refused to run to her rooms like a sulking child! “I’m sorry. I was being cranky and took it out on you.” It wasn’t his fault he wasn’t the Cain she wanted to see.

In desperation she turned to him, full of questions. “I didn’t want to ask…I shouldn’t ask, but…” She nibbled her lip very conscious of the fact that her left thumb rubbed against her right palm. “Did I push him too far last night?”

“Princess DG, from what little I saw, no one did any pushing. You both jumped off together.” He could laugh at it now, but when he’d looked up and seen his dad locked in a passionate embrace with her, he’d found it unnerving, even if he and Jenna had leant a hand in getting it started.

“You watched?” She was horrified. No wonder he’d taken off, if they’d managed to make a public display of themselves. She knew when something bothered Wyatt and the walls closed in; he often worked it through on horseback. Though she usually made it a point to be there beside him, staying quiet, riding like the wind, lending unspoken support until his bad moment had passed. On the few times he’d been able to shake her free and take off on his own, she’d waited for his return greeting, him with a warm hug relieved to see he’d fought his ghosts and won.

“It’s not like that. We only took a quick peek. Jen and I wanted to be sure we hadn’t given you two bad advice. No one else noticed a thing.” Jeb’s eyes did a careful circuit of their surroundings, once he was sure they were safe for a moment, he let down his guard and laughed. “Besides if my old man was gonna be kissin’ you, he needed someone watching his back.”

“Ohhh,” DG moaned, she was mortified! Cain must have been too! “How upset was he?”

“You’ve got the wrong idea.” He looked around again to be sure that noting had changed while he was talking to his charge. “He rousted me out of bed before the first sun rose and asked me to cover for him today, but he was fine. Better than fine, he looked content for the first time since…well in a very long while.”

“But why did he take off?” She was having trouble working it through. The hesitant way Jeb spoke led her to believe he knew more than he was saying. “I’m not prying or trying to put you in the middle,” she sighed, realizing it was exactly what she was doing. “Can you tell me…is he going to be gone for…hours or days?”

“He didn’t have any gear with him,” Jeb assured her, “just his hat, coat and weapon. He didn’t tell me anything…”

“But you have an idea where he went.” She tried to smile, though her heart was heavy. Her day stretched out in front of her like an endless road.

“Maybe, but I’m not sure.” It was a hard thing for him to admit that he didn’t really know his own father. “I love him, I always have and always will, but he isn’t the man I remembered. He looks the same, didn’t age a day in all the annuals he was in that…that thing, but he doesn’t act the same. Maybe it was because I was only a kid when…when the Longcoats came…and then so much happened to both of us…” He shrugged helplessly.

“I’m sorry, Jeb. I’ve been terribly unfair to you.” DG reached over and pulled him into a hug. He was the closest thing to her Tin Man and she needed reassurance as much as she wanted to give it.

He gave her a quick squeeze before he pulled away. “Highness, you can’t go around hugging your detail. It takes away from our threatening demeanor.”

“But I always…he always lets me…” She looked down at the ground and scuffed the toe of her tennis shoe in the sand.

“Yeah, you do and so does dad.” He grinned feeling strange that it had taken Jenna to point out to him, what should have been obvious. “It’s different when it’s the two of you. The way he touches you, hell the way he simply looks at you, makes it real clear that if anyone wants to get to you, they gotta go through him first.”

“Thank you,” she whispered unsure how she should respond to what he said. “I’m…ah…going to sit in the gazebo for a while.” It was a further apology and her way of letting him know she wouldn’t play any more tricks on her security on his watch.

It was late afternoon before Cain returned. Deeg looked up from her spot on Lavender’s swing and froze. She watched him dismount and wave Jeb over. After they spoke for a few minutes, the younger man left on foot.

Her mouth went dry when Wyatt looked up and walked with easy strides toward her. The brim of his hat shadowed his eyes, but she knew he was watching her and she couldn’t tear her gaze from his face. His left hand held tightly to the reins while his right casually brushed his duster back so his weapon was within easy reach if needed. He was on full alert, back on guard but there was something about the way he moved that was different.

“Tin Man…” She was on her feet and at the edge of the gazebo before she realized that she was in motion. If it had been a normal day she would have been down the steps in a flash and hugged him, but she was suddenly shy. DG wasn’t sure if it was because of the kisses the night before, or what Jeb had said hour earlier.

“Hey Princess, I hear you’ve had an…interesting day.” Cain kept on moving until he had her in his arms. He pulled her against him and swung her around until she off the raised wooden flooring, her feet dangling above the grass. “I’m sorry. I’m not good with these things,” he whispered against her ear as he strained her closer. “I should have talked to you in person or at lest left you a note, before I left.” The way he held her, spoke of barely contained emotions.

“Well, you’re back now,” she knew her voice wobbled but she couldn’t prevent it, so she buried her face against his neck and soaked up his presence.

“Come on, we need to talk someplace that isn’t so public.” He turned with her in his arms and gave her a boost into the saddle. Once she was in position, he climbed up behind her and wrapped one arm around her.

“Wyatt,” she whispered his name and covered his hand that was pressed flat against her abdomen with both of hers.

“Not here, not now.” He was grim as they passed a group of men who were going out to relieve the guards on the outer edges of the grounds. He tried to look as if it was normal to be riding along with the younger princess’s back pressed against him as they galloped toward the stables.

When he pulled her from the saddle, deep in the shadows of the barn, something snapped. Maybe it was because it was too much like the night before; or because she had looked sad because of him; or the thought that she’d given Jeb the slip and been wandering alone, unguarded for ten minutes; later when he was able to give his actions any rational thought he believed it was all of that, added to the fact that he’d completed the final task that anchored him to his past. He was free to move forward and she was all he could think about. It took all his self control to get his horse tended to.

As DG hung up the bridle, Wyatt grabbed her from behind, turned her and pressed her body against the wall. One hand tangled in her hair to tilt her head back, giving him easy access to her mouth, while the other slipped under the hem of her little blue Other Side shirt. It drove him crazy when she wore it and he was finally doing what he’d wanted to do each time he saw her in it.

The second his lips touched hers, she ran her tongue against them begging for entrance. She felt his hand glide over the skin of her abdomen and wrapped her arms around his neck as she whimpered encouragement.

The soft sounds she was making were what he needed to hear. He was tired of being careful and cautious around her, worried about moving too fast or frightening her. She was his and he didn’t plan on ever letting her go! His tongue danced with hers as he explored her dark depths. When his fingers came in contact with the lacy little garment she always wore under her shirts he didn’t stop. He dug until his hand was filled with one silky breast.

“Tin Man,” she tried to cry out his name, but her mouth was too busy tasting his. She didn’t think she’d ever felt anything as wonderful as his palm pressing against her, but he proved her wrong as his thumb strummed slowly over her nipple. Her back arched as her body bucked driving her pelvis against his.

“You like that?” he breathed against her ear. She hadn’t been aware he’d stopped kissing her.

“Oh yeah,” she nodded because she didn’t think she was able to speak loud enough for him to hear her.

“I want to watch you while I touch you.” He slowly raised the hem of her shirt, giving her time to stop him if too much was happening at once for her.

“Just don’t let go of me.” Her cheeks flushed and she flexed her fingers against his neck and into his hair. His hat had long since fallen to the ground.

“I’m not planning on it, darlin’.” His felt her shiver as cooler air hit her skin and couldn’t tear his eyes off of her. He wasn’t sure which was more beautiful, her breast covered in a tiny scrap of light blue lace or the one covered by his left hand. When his thumb dragged across her hardened nipple she bucked again and gasped. Her eyes were so dark they were almost black.

“That…that…was what…you were doing last night.” She remembered the way he’d caressed the area around her collar bone in a shallow imitation of the way he was touching her now.

“No, I did this last night.” He demonstrated by kissing his way down her arched neck until he found the correct spot and then he laved it gently with his tongue. He did it again when she moaned softly and her body began to tremble. When he did it a third time he added a flick of her nipple with his nail.

Her mouth dropped open as sensations ripped through her. She could feel her hips rocking hard against his and that added to the wildfire that exploded from every cell in her body. She was quivering and dizzy and she thank God he was holding onto her because she was sure she’d burst into a million pieces if he hadn’t been. Her breathing hitched as a cry worked its way up her throat. Before any more than a tiny gasping noise could escape, his mouth covered hers, catching any sounds that would have alerted others to what was happening.

She felt like liquid fire in his arm. He bathed in it, as it burned away all the old scars and any pain that may have lingered from the past. He wanted her more than he’d ever wanted anything in his life.

“Mr. Cain, sir,” one of the stable boys called from the door.

“Out!” Cain shouted over his shoulder. He was careful to pulled DG tight against his body. Hopefully the little mewing sounds she was making would be lost in the depths of his shirt and vest.

“I just wanted ta know if ya needed help with your horse…” The boy’s eyes widened when he realized what he was seeing down the length of the stable. The old tin man had some doxy pressed up against the wall and it was evident he was gettin’ himself some. He didn’t have a clue who the gal was, the sly old guy was bein’ mighty careful to keep her hidden. ‘Sides, the only female he’d ever seen Cain with was the younger princess, but no one grabbed a quick piece of ass from among the Royal family. Just weren’t done.

“Get the hell outta here. Now!” Wyatt’s voice was low and lethal and sent the kid scampering afraid for his life. Cain’s frozen blue gaze remained on the door until he was sure they were alone.


“Don’t you dare apologize.” She looked up at him with fire in her eyes.

“I’m not sorry for what happened, but maybe for when and how.” He grinned as his hand shook while he pulled her bra back into place and neatened her shirt. He felt her shiver as his skin accidentally skimmed against hers. She was so damn responsive it made his blood boil to think about it.

“Not for any of it,” DG insisted. She couldn’t stop trembling and she hated that it made her appear weak when she’d never felt stronger in her life. But her nerve endings were still trying to reconnect. It made anything but holding on to her Tin Man difficult.

“You deserve better than a barn where anyone could walk in.” He wasn’t going to add ‘for your first time’; though he could see in her eyes that she knew what he was thinking. “And frankly so do I.”

“You do, you deserve only the best things in life.” She caressed his cheek but he captured her hand beneath his while turning his face so he could kiss it. “You marked me there last night,” she giggled as his lips tickled her palm.

“That one will fade in no time.” He examined the small bruise carefully. “With luck the one I left on you a few moments ago will never disappear.” As the words fell from his mouth, they both felt as if someone had sucked the air out of the room.

“You left that one on my heart, Tin Man. You thrill me when you’re not even trying.” Her eyes narrowed to his hands playing with hers and she noticed that instead of a silver ring, his left third finger was banded with a pale-skinned tan line.

“Deeg…” he growled in warning. He’d told her the night before that when she said things like that to him it made it difficult to keep his hands off of her.

“You took off your ring.” The importance of what had happened today sunk in, not simply his actions when he’d been gone, but the way he’d treated her, touched her and kissed her.

“I had to put an end to my past before I could move on to my future.” Cain ran his hand through her hair, needing to stroke her, but afraid too much contact would send them back to where they’d been a few minutes earlier. “I went to an abandoned cottage under a large white elm. I left the ring where it belongs, with my badge, and everything that was important to me from before.” He shrugged and smiled slightly. “Everything that is, except my son.”

“I would have gone with you.” She took a ragged breath, remembering clearly what he’d been like the other time he’d been to Adora’s grave.

“I know you would have, but it was pointed out to me last night that you’ve already seen too much.” He slipped out of his coat and wrapped it around her shoulders. “You’re freezing and we need to talk. Will you be all right with that on?” He picked up his hat and led her into an empty stall that was filled with clean dry hay.

“Do I get to wear the hat too?” Her eyes twinkled as she held the lapels of his duster tightly around her. It did strange things to her insides when she realized the lining was nice and warm because it was filled with his body heat.

“You get the coat. I get the hat.” He grinned playfully and settled it on the back of his head as he sat in the hay. He pulled her down beside him and lay on his side with his elbow keeping his upper body elevated.

“I hope I’m not crowding you, but I seem to need to touch you.” She sat with her hip pressed against his stomach and her arm resting on his.

“I like it when you touch me.” He threaded his fingers through hers and held her hand. “I have from the beginning.” He kissed her fingers and looked her in the eyes.

“What did you mean when you said that ‘I’ve already seen too much’?”

“Jenna pointed out to me that you were there when we found Adora’s grave. I’m not sure what you saw, or how you interpreted it, but she also told me that you had too much respect for my memories to let me know how you really felt about me.”

“She’s a very observant girl.” DG thought back to the many conversations she’d had with the younger woman and couldn’t remember a thing that might have given her away.

“Deeg, honey, the man I’d been all those annuals ago, loved Adora, but the person I was when you and Glitch found me and set me free, was little better than dead. I was a shell of the man I’d been. All my feelings had rusted away. You breathed life back into me, made me want to live for more than revenge. I’ll always love Adora, but I’m not the man who was in love with her. He died when he was put in an iron maiden. You took a dead man and made him want to live again.”

“It wasn’t me, you’re the one who made the decision to come back for us at the Mystic Man’s,” she argued. “You saved us from Zero. As much as I’d like to think I had something to do with making you want to embrace life again, you did it for yourself.

“No, hon.” He shook his head. “Even then it was about you. I felt things that made no sense. I remember lying awake at night, watching you sleep. You were everything good and bright. I wanted you in a way that a man my age shouldn’t want a young girl. I tried to tell myself that it was because I’d been eight annuals without a woman. I think that was a good part of why I kissed you the first time.” He wasn’t proud of it, but she needed to know the truth. “But the moment I had you in my arms I realized there was more too it and I was too broken to think clearly, so I pushed you away.”

“I understand.” She shook her head knowing exactly where he was coming from. “I’m certainly not the girl I was in Kansas, nor am I the child I was before I was sent to the Other Side. Despite everyone’s best efforts most of my memories of that time are still locked up tight. Mother did an excellent job of sealing them with her magic.”

“Maybe it’s as simple as the fact that you were five and most people don’t have too many memories from before that age."

“I’d like to think that was it. Then I could put it to rest and never worry about it again.” She looked at him needing to know the truth. She understood how he felt about Adora, but wasn’t at all sure how he felt about her. “Jeb told me that you’re bothered because I’m a princess and because I’m so much younger.”

“The princess thing,” he shook his head and laughed. “That doesn’t matter. I wouldn’t care who or what you were, it wouldn’t change how I feel.”

“Even if it means I’m Queen someday?” she whispered. The thought terrified her, but she knew it was a real possibility. Azkadellia’s health hadn’t been good since the Witch.

“I’ve known it was likely to happen from the beginning.” He sat up and cupped her cheeks. “I tried for a long time to tell myself that you were young and beautiful and deserved better than a dried-up old ex-tin man, but that was an excuse. You may be young in annuals, but you’ve got wisdom and courage beyond your years.”

“Then we’re okay?” She couldn’t take her eyes off his lips, wanting to feel them against hers again. “There can be an us, that’s more than friends?”

“There has been for a long time.” He kissed her gently. “We’ve been too stubborn to see it. I’d been looking for an excuse to take off my wedding ring for awhile. When Jeb told me he was getting married I offered it to him. He turned me down. He and Jenna wanted to start out their new lives together with new rings made in this new time after the Sorceress.”

“I can understand that.” She kissed him slowly, her eyes sparkling.

“It took me a while to figure out what to do with it.” He looked at his bare finger and doubted it would stay that way for long. “Once I did I was worried about your reaction, so I put it off. After last night, I knew there was no reason to wait.”

She blushed slightly and had trouble meeting his eyes. “Since there is an us, I was wondering when I get to mark you the way you did me tonight.”

“Honey, you marked my heart a long time ago.” He knew that wasn’t what she was talking about, but he needed her to know what she meant to him. “You pieced it back together and breathed life into it. I love you Princess.”

“I was so afraid you never would and I’d be left loving you all alone for the rest of my life.” She hugged him as if she hadn’t seen him in a very long time and whispered quietly in his ear, “I love you, Tin Man.”

He held her close as her words sunk in. He knew he’d never grow tired of hearing her say them or telling her how he felt. “We have to get out of here.” He pulled her to her feet and down the long center corridor. He kept her hidden behind him, as he looked carefully out the door to make sure they weren’t being watched. “I need to have a talk with your father before that damn stable boy puts two and two together or has a chance to talk to the men who saw us riding in together. Ya ready.” He turned toward her.

“Kiss me one more time before we head out into the real world?” She wrapped one arm around his waist and one around his neck as she pulled him close.

“Honey, from here on in, this is the real world,” he murmured, as their lips met. She tasted like perfection and he knew that he would never get enough of her.

In the distance they didn’t see their dark shaggy friend Raw, but he saw them and heard their laughter as they cut across the grounds to the palace with their arms around each other.

“Good man, kind woman,” the Viewer growled softly. “They mend each other. Much happiness seen for them.”

The End


( 9 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 29th, 2008 08:02 am (UTC)
Aww so beautiful. You write so beautifully and so full of emotion that I know when I click on a link for one of your stories it is going to leave me reeling.
Mar. 29th, 2008 02:09 pm (UTC)
Thanks Magickbox! That means a lot to me.

Your icon is stunning. Is that from the Gap ad?
Mar. 29th, 2008 05:18 pm (UTC)
Nope that is from the movie Timeline. It is in my user pics feel free to snag the person that made it is credited.
Mar. 29th, 2008 11:01 am (UTC)
Now that is a wonderful way to start my morning. Sigh!

Him marking her palm... ::is goo::
Mar. 29th, 2008 02:10 pm (UTC)
Glad I could help you day get stared. I had fun with the palm thing, I think Cain has to much style to leave a mark just anywhere.
Mar. 30th, 2008 11:05 am (UTC)
What a perfect ending to a perfect fic...
I have loved this fic to distraction and am glad it went so well for out duo. I like the sexy agro Wyatt Cain and the stable was a nice hot little scene.


Mar. 30th, 2008 04:00 pm (UTC)
Re: What a perfect ending to a perfect fic...
Thanks for following me through all of this. I had a need to write some romantic CDG and this was the product.

I've got a sequel planned for when they first make love...we'll see if I can do it. That might be a bit much for me. I'm not big on writing smut...I know I've done it before, but a whole story???? Before I can get to it I've got some other things in the works.
May. 18th, 2008 01:42 am (UTC)
Awwwww..... You had made my day!! :) The details are amazing and very VERY well written, I'm going to move on to your other stories....

Oh there is 206 Bones in the body, but when I was younger I fractured the growth plate in my pelvis and had a piece floating in my hip and I was facinatated by it . . .thus 207 bones... well it eventually floated back and mended
May. 18th, 2008 05:23 am (UTC)
I'm glad you liked my story. I had fun writing it. I think I like the second chapter the best, because I bring in Jeb and his girlfriend from Making Memories Of Us.

A fractured pelvis, ouch!

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