 |
 Title: Blue eyed girls Author: Angel Jade Rating: NC-17 Warnings: Fem slash, smut,
angst Spoilers: S7 up to Chosen Pairings: Dawn/Cassie Summary: As Dawn makes some
discoveries about herself; she begins to dream of Cassie, and of a future
they’ve both missed out on. Setting: Post-Chosen Feedback: angel-jade@buffyrocks.co.uk Personal archive: http://www.badsideoftown.com/violence/ Distribution: If you’ve had
my permission before, you have it now. Anyone else, ask first please. Disclaimer: I do not claim
to own the characters in the fic, nor do I make money from borrowing them. Her eyes remind Dawn of a
swimming pool. Not just because of the brilliant blue sparkle they seem to
radiate but because she knows she could just swim in them all day. Dawn often lies like this,
head on Cassie’s lap, talking about whatever’s going on in her life at the
time. Cassie gently strokes her hair, because Cassie’s always loved her hair. “It’s so pretty. I wish mine
felt as soft as yours.” Cassie would tell her. And Dawn would smile and say
that Cassie can’t change because she loves her the way she is. Except…Cassie isn’t really
there. And neither is Dawn. Because this isn’t happening. Dawn gets lonely sometimes,
without anyone to talk to. Despite all Buffy’s done, she’s still the slayer and
she still has duties. Giles has long since left for England and Willow and
Kennedy are travelling. Even Xander’s moved away to find work and a new life. But Dawn has Cassie.
Whenever she closes her eyes, she sees the girl she failed to save. Her friend,
her everything. Cassie’s always there when she sleeps, ready to take away
Dawn’s problems and make the world a better place again. It’s strange how close
they’ve become. Hugs, kisses, touches…Dawn can’t imagine a time when they
haven’t been together, because she lives for every moment she can spend with
this girl. The best dreams are when
Cassie takes her by the hand and brings her closer, blue eyes locking onto blue
eyes. Dawn reaches out to touch her pale face, before Cassie leans in,
provoking a deep kiss that ties them together for an immeasurable time.
Cassie’s always the first to reach for Dawn’s clothing, moving painfully slow
while her eyes keep Dawn’s attention. The playful look in her eyes as she bites
her lip makes her look so angelic, striking blonde hair framing her innocent
expression. Dawn barely notices her clothing falling to the floor, because
she’s so enraptured by the beauty she sees behind those blue eyes. She starts to undress Cassie
after a while, because she needs to see, to touch… Cassie sometimes helps her,
still moving with such care that it would seem to an observer they were stuck
in slow motion. As the clothing is stripped away, their bodies move closer,
until skin presses against skin, so close they can barely tell where each one
starts and ends. Hands begin to caress and explore, sliding over smooth skin
and setting every nerve alight with desire. Their feet don’t touch the
ground at this point, partly because there is no ground. The background’s
melted away and everything’s a brilliant white, like fresh bed sheets but
softer…smoother. It’s barely noticeable to either of them. They can’t get their
eyes or their hands away from each other, becoming more passionate with every
passing second. Sooner or later, one of them
starts to caress the others breasts. In this case, Dawn. She’s been building up
to this moment since she laid eyes on this girl, and now she has the
confidence, she plays with every inch of skin, rubbing softly against the
hardened nipples before catching them between her lips, kissing them with
gentle force. Cassie sometimes lets Dawn
play, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, letting the pleasure take
over, placing a content smile on her face. Other times, she lets her hand dip
down Dawn’s body, slowly inching a finger or two between Dawn’s legs, finding
the warmth that lies there and pressing in deeper. On these occasions, she watches
Dawn carefully, the reaction on her face as fingers press against her clit is
worth watching after all. It’s nice to know you can cause that kind of
pleasure. Either way they do it,
sooner or later, tongues, fingers, nipples and lips are all connecting,
sparking dramatic reactions that force extended cries of an unimaginable
euphoria. Dawn knows no one else can make her feel like this. Cassie’s her
drug, her addiction. And there’s no cure for the inseparable bond they share. As reality snaps back into
place, and Dawn’s once again alone, grief floods her thoughts. Because Cassie’s dead. And Dawn sometimes wishes
she was too. End. |
