"Lyrical"

[nestar]

Disclamer: My last name is not Mitchell, Van Sickle, or Paisley
What is up with images of Cain popping up whenever I listen to country music?

Cain didn't remember how she had managed to talk him into this: they were way to exposed, to far from the castle, to...

Ah, who was he trying to fool. This party in the resistance fighters camp was DG style, much more then that stuffy shindig that was going on in the palace and with all eyes looking to the fancy doings no one would look twice at a bonfire.

Cain glanced over at DG, sitting on a log drinking from a small jar being passed around, the smoke from the fire lent a softness to the picture.

The softness flew away when DG's shirt road up and Cain was given a view of the top half of a butterfly. For a second Cain found himself wondering what the other half looked like, but that train of thought was interrupted when some fighter sat down next to DG and leaned over to say something in her ear. From the blush the spread over DG's face Cain had a good idea what the man had just asked and no way was that going to happen.

Cain stood and walked over to DG. Without even looking at the man next to her Cain held out his and pulled DG up.

“Time to go?” DG asked.

Cain nodded and felt his throat go dry as DG pressed herself to his side. “Lead on, Oh wise one!”

Cain knew that the shortest way back to the palace would take them right through the cheering crowd, so instead he headed off into the woods.

After a ten minutes or so DG asked, “How do you know this area so well?”

“I use to hunt here as a boy.”

“So no chance of us getting lost then?”

Cain chuckled, “Don't worry, I've got your back.”

“I'd get your front too.” Cain's chuckle stopped suddenly as that thought flashed in his head.

Another five minutes found the two entering the palace through a servants door.

“That was fun.” DG once they were safely in her room. “Anytime Princess.” Cain said with a short bow.

DG let out a laugh, opened her arms, and knocked Cain's world sideways with a quick kiss.

“Goodnight Cain.” She said then stepped back and let herself flop onto the bed.

DG sat up with a jerk when Cain took off her shoe. “Cain?” she asked as he took off her other shoe “What are you doing?”

Cain looked down at her, “After all that time we spent in the woods, I gotta check you for ticks.”