Title: Under the Gibbous Moon
Genere: Buffy/Anita Blake
Disclaimer: BTVS and Angel belong to Joss, AB belongs to LKH.
Notes: An attempt to break through my writer’s block. Part of the Second Annual Ficlet Marathon
The light from the moon filtered through the curtains, casting shadows upon the couple cuddled up in bed. Jason played with Dawn’s sweat-dampened locks as the basked in the afterglow. Dawn began to roll over to face her lover but winced slightly. Jason noticed immediately and sat up.
“Were we too rough Dawn?” He asked concerned, they had only been together sexually a couple of times, and Dawn was still relatively innocent, whereas since he had decided to be more choosy about his lovers, had only had arduer- driven sex.
Dawn shook her head. “Its no biggie—I’ve been working hard and my muscles are all sore.”
Jason ran his hands down her side soothingly as he helped her roll over on to her back. He straddled her back, keeping his weight on the mattress. Starting at the base of her neck, he began to massage her muscles, trying to keep it as relaxing as possible, although he was up for another round, he didn’t want to push his girl.
As he worked his way lower he noticed a scratch, with a few drops of dried blood on Dawn’s hip. “Did you scrape your hip against something recently?” He asked cautiously as thoughts of silver shovels and railroad spikes danced in his mind.
Dawn turned her head slightly, to look over her shoulder at him. “No why?” She asked sleepily.
“There’s a scratch on your hip, a small one, but it looks like it was done by something sharp… The full moon’s only a couple of days away and I may have partly shifted my hands when I came.” He said softly.
“What you’re trying to say is I may become furry on the full moon?” Dawn asked more alert now.
Jason nodded sheepishly. “If I did infect you, will Willow and Spike carry out their threats of what they’d do if I ever hurt you?” He asked, almost playfully although there was a slight hint of tribulation in his voice.
“Wills warned me it was a possibility, but Spike can be overprotective, he thinks of me as his little sister after all, and he may try to if we don’t deliver the news well.” Dawn said with as she watched her lover twitch at the thought of the master vampire wielding the railroad spikes that had earned Willaim the Bloody, the name ‘Spike.”