So here's my first EVER attempt at smut...I'm really nervous about this...please let me know what you think!

She'd read the latest version of the new trade treaty with the Vinkus so many times she could repeat it word for word. She could kill Walt Disney for falsely depicting the life of a Princess, that is if he didn't exist in a different dimension than the world she currently resided….and he wasn't already deceased…oh well, a girl could dream.

The words were beginning to blur and a headache was forming behind her eyes. Today had been a rough day. She had settled three disputes between annoyingly whiney diplomats, written reply letters to three of the four neighboring kingdoms (the cramp in her hand was testimony that they had been anything but brief replies) and through it all she had had to fight her own hesitations and self doubt. It had all been both frustrating and terrifying.

Sighing, she put the treaty on top of her desk, a huge cherry colored monstrosity that took up the center of the room and leaned back in her plush chair. She absolutely adored her chair. She had requested something with a little cushion (because she knew her backside would be in it for several hours every day for the foreseeable future). She hadn't expected her mother to deliver such a massive leather wrapped high-back chair that felt as though it was stuffed with clouds. It was a definite joy to lean back, sink in, and relax when the days became stressful.

The suns had set long ago and the stars were twinkling happily in the night sky. They beckoned DG to the window. She was still standing there when the door to her office suddenly opened and closed, causing a grin spread across her face, she knew who it was without turning around. He never knocked, knowing he was always welcome.

He didn't approach her, as was his customary habit during the few times they found themselves alone together, which struck her as extremely odd. Startled, she swung around and the grin fell off her face.

He'd been in the suit again.

During the months that had passed after the eclipse DG had seen his eyes take on a faraway look, his jaw clench, shoulders stiff and straight, arms clamped to his sides….the exact position he had stood in for annuals watching his family be beaten and dragged away.

During those episodes there was nothing she could say to bring him out of his memories, and personally she felt it was better for him to deal with them, analyze each memory in detail, no matter how horrifying. She remembered vaguely from one of her psychiatry books in college that it was much healthier for people to deal with traumatic events then suppress them. That didn't mean that a piece of her heart didn't die every time she saw that look. He always sought her out after though, needing the reassurance that she was safe and whole.

Leaving the window she walked to stand in front of her desk, a few feet from where he stood.

"Wyatt?"

It was like a spring had snapped.

His gaze locked onto her and she felt a shiver run down her spine and her heart rate start to increase. She knew that look.

His voice was rough when he confessed "Darlin'…I need you."

That simple statement sent a rush of heat through her, settling low in her belly. In the simplest way she knew how, she told him he could have her, all of her. Bracing her hands on the desk behind her she slid back until she was firmly seated on top. Now situated, she leaned forward, grasped the skirt of her dress and slowly slid it up until the hem rested on top of her knees. Slowly spreading her legs, her hands moved to her bodice and began undoing the small delicate buttons that held the material together.

He watched the progression of her hands like a hawk, devouring every inch of flesh she slowly revealed to him. He swallowed hard then stalked towards her to stand between her spread thighs.

He grasped her wrists and moved her hands so that they rested on either side of her hips. Staring into her eyes he clasped her backside and slid her forward until his pelvis was sweetly snuggled against the juncture of her thighs. The friction spurred a low moan out of DG's throat, signaling to Cain that she needed him as badly as he did her.

"Darlin' I've been close to dying thinking about this all day…I don't think I can go slow sweetheart…"

She knew he was posing a question…asking her if it was ok, if she wanted it hard and rough, rather than sweet and slow. She would have screamed her answer but Cain's sudden attack on her neck with his lips forced all the air from her lungs so she could only whisper "Take me Wyatt."

His hands went to his belt, undoing the buckle not bothering to remove it, opened his pants (those glorious, glorious pants), and hastily undid the buttons. Those hands then settled onto the insides of her bare knees. He slid his hands up her thighs taking her skirt with them until he reached her hips and growled when he found she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

Grasping her hips he aligned himself with her tight opening and buried himself inside her in one quick thrust.

"AH!" was the only sound DG was capable of making as she fell back on the desk, her legs wrapped tight around Cain's hips, feet crossed tight over his ass, clasping him to her.

"Ozma Deeg…all I've been able to think about today was how tight you are…about those little whimpers you make when I first get inside you." As he spoke he dragged himself out of her only to plunge back in again causing those whimpers to escape her throat.

"Pull down your gown Deeg…I need to see those beautiful breasts…see those tight little buds screaming for my mouth." She could only do as instructed and bared herself to his gaze, pushing the sides of her gown to the side as his thrusts continued in a frustrating slow but steady rhythm. He buried each delicious inch inside her with every thrust of her hips.

As she was lying on the desk her hands were free to palm her breasts as he watched. "Yes sweetheart, touch yourself. Ozma, you're beautiful…" She saw the light change in his eyes and knew he was no longer satisfied with the show…and surely enough, he bent forward to take a nipple into his mouth. His tongue was swirling and lapping around the hard center, nipping and soothing. DG couldn't hold back her moans, only clasp his head closer to her to keep him where he was.

Lifting his head he kissed her hard then straightened up again.

"The first time I saw this desk I've wanted this. I wanted to bend you over, lift up that green dress you had on and sink into you, feel you hot and wet squeezing me dry. Do you know what you do to me Deeg?"

His eyes left hers to stare where they were joined. "I can see myself disappearing inside you, I can see how much you want me glistening in the light. You really are beautiful all over darlin' "

His thrusts began to speed up. He brought one of his hands down to where they were joined and quickly began rubbing her bundle of nerves, causing new waves of pleasure rushing through her and her thighs to shake uncontrollably. Her head was thrown back and she had been reduced to panting, not able to take a full breath, he was driving her to the edge.

"I'm going to taste you later tonight Deeg. I'm going to devour you like a papay fruit, lick up all of those sweet juices." That image had DG arching up off the desk, the change in angle made him groan and he was helpless to keep his hips at a slow pace. Mindlessly he started to pound into her.

"Every time is like the first Deeg…you're so hot and tight. I know you're close darlin' I can feel you squeezing me, begging for my cum. I'm close too darlin', the sight of those breasts bouncing because of how hard I can give it to you." Before she knew he had moved, his elbows were under her knees spreading her impossibly wide as he relentlessly pounded into her, leaving them both mindless but to reaching their peak, Wyatt's thrusts lost any sense of rhythm, just mindlessly ramming himself into her over and over again.

DG's entire body spasmed, her spine arched off the desk, as she screamed "WYATT!" and lost herself in the delicious explosion.

Once, twice, three more hard thrusts that had DG curling her toes and soaring even higher, and Wyatt's body jerked then leaned forward, his head resting on DG's breasts.

They slowly came back to themselves and with the utmost care, Wyatt raised himself then lifted DG until she sat up straight on the desk. Slowly he bent and kissed her. His kiss was full of love and sweetness and when he pulled away she could see both in his eyes, she knew he saw the same in hers.

They helped each other put themselves to rights…he buttoning her dress, and she straightening his shirt and tucking it into his now buckled belt.

Once presentable again, and without a word spoken between them, they both headed out the door.

Only to be met by the must flustered looking guard she had ever seen in her life.

She had seen the man standing out there earlier, on her few (but absolutely necessary) trips to the ladies room down the hall, but he hadn't looked so….red then.

The guard started to stammer something about being on duty and not understanding…

Completely confused she glanced up at Wyatt to see he was doing his "stare-down" tactic and completely terrorizing her new guard.

She had no idea what the man had done, but he had been rather nice to her today and she wanted to keep him around. So, she did the only thing she could think of to diffuse the situation.

Stepping up to Wyatt she whispered in his ear, "I think I have some papay fruit in my chamber."

With a hopefully encouraging smile to her guard, she sashayed down the hall and waited for Wyatt to join her. After a moment or two, he was by her side. He took hold of her arm and practically dragged her to her chamber.

Before the door firmly shut DG saw the guard make a hasty retreat….which thoroughly confused her. She'd have to ask Wyatt about it tomorrow, but for now…Wyatt was staring at her like a starving man...and she was desert. Yup, Walt Disney had it wrong all along...let Cinderella and Snow White keep their Princes...she much preferred her Tin Man.

A huge thank you to all of you who have left me reviews...without you, I probably would never have continued this. Is it what you hoped for? Too much? Not enough? I'm trying to get my footing for writing fanfiction and all the lovely reviewers out there are what keep me going! I love to hear what you have to say. Thanks again!