Worthwhile (Dawn/Anita Blake)
: Worthwhile Word Count
: Anita BlakeFFA
: I do not own these characters and I am making no profit from the use of them. *FEMSLASH WARNING
: This is a sequel to a short that can be found here
The brush pulled through her hair. Long strokes that tugged just a little at the end and Cherry felt the steady purr building in her chest. She ducked her head, laid a pointed chin over Dawn’s knee and wrapped her arms around a bare calf. The soft human pulse of Dawn’s aura was soothing after her confrontation with Raina—after Faith having to step up, in for her.
A hand settled on the crown of her head, lightly massaging it and Dawn leaned over. Draped herself around the physically but in no way emotionally stronger woman, “Faith will keep you safe.”
She sighed and tightened her arms around Dawn’s leg, angled her head to press her check to warm skin. “At what cost?”
Dawn frowned, “Cost to Faith or cost to you?”
Cherry pulled back, turned around to face Dawn and watched as the brush was tossed to the carpet. Her head cocked at the sound of door to the apartment opening and Faith’s heavy stride cut across the living room toward them. Cherry looked up at Dawn, pixie face pulled down tight, closed off. “Nothing is for free.”
She shook her head, “Faith’s not like that.”
A knock preceded the Slayer’s entrance into the room. “I’m not like what?”
Cherry stood, kept her head bent, shoulders slumped in submission and Faith noticed her actions, turned to Dawn, her brow arching in question. The brunette sighed, “She thinks she has to repay you.”
Faith turned a considering look on the blonde before giving a sharp nod, “She does.”
Dawn’s eyes widened. “Faith!”
The Slayer gave Cherry a slow smile. “Just keep little D happy and well lubed.”
Dawn made a choking sound and Faith’s smile stretched as she ducked into the closet. Giving it a quick scan and then grabbed a black duffle from the top shelf and slipped back into the bedroom, the awkward moment. She shook her find at a still glaring Dawn, “I need to borrow this,” and left them.
Dawn turned wide eyes on a smirking Cherry and swallowed as the wereleopard moved toward her in a wash of rolling muscle and grace. Her mouth dried and her stomach tightened as blonde hair curtained her body and the softest lips pressed against her own.
Portals were tricky.
Alternate realities had too many rules.
And Cherry’s warm body, slow smile and nibble tongue made it all worthwhile. The End.