nestar | "Raise A Little Cain" 12/12

It's the end, and Steve turned way sappy.

“That's it. I'm never going near one of Glitch's inventions again.” Cain groused as he sat down on the bed. DG climbed behind him and started to rub his shoulders. “You always say that.”

Cain huffed at her teasing, “Yeah, well, this time I mean it.”

“You always say that too.”

Cain let out another huff of annoyance. “If you know what I'm gonna say, then I don't need to be here.” DG laughed softly and let her arms slid around his chest.

“Glitch said you should stay in bed for the rest of the day.” She pressed a kiss to his neck. “You're not as young as you used be.”

“Bha!”

DG tugged until Cain was laying on the bed beside her. She ran her fingers through her husbands white hair. Lord, how he had grumbled when that had happened. Next she traced over the bridge of his nose, then over his lips.

“Well, when you put it that way.” He grabbed her left hand and kissed the spot right below her ring. DG felt her eyes flutter. How many times over the last twenty-something years he had done that? It still turned her to jelly every time.

“Now, you have to stay in bed until dinner.” DG said a little breathlessly. “Whatever will I do to keep you distracted?”

Cain pulled her down to him and DG got a wicked gleam in her eye. “I know," she said in a playful tone "how about we raise a little cain?”