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What a Woman Can Do to Your Soul
Sweetjane seeks out Cecelia after a nightmare.
featuring @newvegascowboy's Cecelia Butcher.
Rating: G
Word Count: 496
Title comes from and fic was inspired by:
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Sweetjane awoke in a sweat still terrified from the aftermath of her old nightmare. She tries to catch her breath as she throughs off the covers. She hasn't had that one in a long time, almost since she had left Chicago. She is starting to suspect that her current companion has something to do with it. Almost like when she is around Cecelia, her mind is at peace.
As she starts to come to her senses, she notices that Cecelia is nowhere in the bus. Any other night, the thought wouldn't have crossed her mind. But something happened in her dream that she could only feel the aftereffects of now, though she knew the nightmare by heart that recollection came easy. Whatever it was had left her feeling unusually vulnerable and wanting companionship.
Sweetjane reaches for a nearby coat as she gets out of the bed, the desert nights were too cold to just leave the bus naked. She wasn't too far away, standing a little while away and staring out into the blue desolation. Sweetjane admires the wind blowing through Cecelia's hair and how it accentuates the silhouette of her against the early morning light.
A few silent pads of her feet and she's behind Cecelia, sliding pale arms around her. All memory of the nightmare fades until Sweetjane just feels a whisper of having had any dreams at all. Cecelia makes no noise, just sliding her own hands over the translucent ones on her waist.
"Good mornin', cher," Sweetjane broke the silence with a voice above a whisper, moving some of the brown curls to kiss the golden eyed woman's temple. "Watcha doin' outsida de bus?"
"Needed some air cause I woke up remembering somethin."
"So, ya'd had a bad dream too? Wanna talk 'bout it?" She slides her arms out from around Cecelia's waist, the silk of her blouse cool in the night air. Cecelia turns around and grasps Sweetjane's wrists to stop her from going back into the bus. Sweetjane turns to look at her companion. She was wearing the same serious expression she always had, but there was something different this time, some deep thought she wanted to express but didn't know how.
"I've been thinkin..."
"Ya do that all the time." Sweetjane laughs. Cecelia returns the laugh, but it was more nervous.
"I'm thinkin... You should know I love you." The statement come out so soft Sweetjane could barely hear it. She stops laughing and takes one of the tanned rough hands in hers, bringing it slowly to her lips.
"I know. Ya'd never come dis far inta Arizona wid me if I didn't. Dat's de mem'ry, isn't it? Yer not particulaly comfortable beein' hya at all. Not gonna pry but..." She flips her hand over, placing kisses over the caloused scarred palm, a hand that showed it was meant to heal people. "Dat's how I know ya love me. Not gonna let anyone hurt ya agin, Cece. Never Agin."