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I'm bored and restless. In the beginning stages of another epic Cain/Glitch story but far too fussy to focus on that alone.

Bring on the requests! Same limits apply as last time: Cain/Glitch or Ambrose/Cain; please no deathfic (at least not perma-death), bloodplay, etc. I'm pretty vanilla in my abilities! Make requests in the comments and I'll do my best to give you something for your time.

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Date: 2008-03-13 03:36 am (UTC)

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Wow, sap.

"So, Ambrose, when are we going to meet your dear Nadine?" DG asked innocently over dinner one night.

Ambrose coughed as he got bread stuck in his suddenly tight throat. He glared at Cain when the Tin Man pounded just a little too hard on his back. "She's quite a busy woman, Princess," he informed her. He hoped his minor choking problem would cover for his flaming face.

"Yes, Ambrose, we would love to see for ourselves this wonderful woman you've been hiding from us," Cain said a little too enthusiastically. Under the table where no one could see he curled one foot behind Ambrose's calf.

The advisor kicked him and sent him a look that spoke of revenge. "She may be wonderful but perhaps I'm being cautious, as it is still early in our relationship and it may not work out," he said through clenched teeth.

Cain grinned at him and went back to his dinner. DG looked between them, confused, but decided to let it go for now.

**

Long after the rest of the family went their separate ways for the night, Ambrose heard his chamber door open and close behind him, followed by the click of the lock. He didn't have to turn to know who it was.

Strong, loving arms wrapped around him from behind and he felt soft lips press against the back of his neck. "So, Nadine is it, now?"

Ambrose huffed and turned in Cain's arms. "What's wrong with that name? It's a perfectly nice name."

Wyatt cringed. "I just don't feel like having a new name every other week," he admitted. "The next time DG, or Azkadellia, or even her Majesty ask you about your love life, why can't you just tell them 'Wyatt makes me very happy, thank you'?"

With a heavy sigh, Ambrose pulled away and sat down on the edge of the bed. "I'm still getting used to being me again," he said, looking down at the fidgeting hands on his lap. "For fifteen years, I forgot what it was like to be in love, let alone what kind of person I would have loved. Until you came along, no one looked at me with anything but pity or disdain. I can't imagine what the reaction will be the day I tell the Queen that her top advisor is in love with the Captain of the Tin Men."

Cain sat on the bed next to Ambrose and wrapped an arm around the slumped shoulders. "Do you love me?"

"You know I do," Ambrose turned his head sharply to meet Cain's eyes.

"And you know I love you," Wyatt continued, his fingers curling around tendrils of dark hair.

Ambrose nodded.

"So what does it matter what the others will think? I fell in love with you when you were still 'Glitch,' that should tell everyone something about us," Cain leaned forward to kiss him tenderly. "If you can tell me, you can tell the world."