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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."

In a Market

Sweetjane and Avery relieve some desperation while out on a shopping date.

Featuring @kyngsnake's Avery

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1588

Warnings: Oral sex, Semi-public Sex

Pauve ti bete. - Lousiana/Acadian Frnch for " You Poor Thing."

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Sweetjane hasn't let go of the warmth of Avery's hand since they had stepped into the crowded market. The weather was the bright, washed out yellow clarity of the desert in midsummer, further gilding his tanned skin. He's so beautiful it was impossible for her not to look at him, along with his infectious energy and dimpled smile.

She noticed that today he had seemed restless. He's guiding her from stall to storefront to trader and fiddles with the hem of her blouse as they go along as he slides an arm around her waist. Every so often he will place a series of open-mouthed kisses on her pale exposed shoulders and neck.

Holding an elaborate turquoise and silver necklace up to her throat. he makes sure to gently brush his claws along her clavicle as he pretends to adjust the pendant. "It's so gorgeous on you!", he smirks. As he adjusts the clasp behind her neck, he takes the opportunity to whisper in her ear, his words making her turn crimson. "But right now I kinda prefer you without any jewelry... or anything at all." She responds by kissing him through her own grin as he places playful nips against her lips. She quirks a brow questioningly. The only answer he gives is gentle love bites where the necklace was indicating just what he wanted.

"Is dat so? What're ya gonna do bout it?" she says casually just loud enough for him to hear. "What's goin through yer mind right now?"

Now it was Avery's turn to blush even though he tried to hide it. "It's just... seein' how everyone is lookin' at you... It's almost like they wish they were me. They want to be the one touchin' ya and holdin' you close. I don't know but it's doing somethin' to me. Makes me almost wish we were alone somewhere." By the time he finished, he couldn't look her in the eye.

Sweetjane feels her stomach tighten a bit at the implication. In that moment she couldn't help but tease him a bit. She pulls him into an unmanned clothing stall that was a bit away from the crowd and closer to her, close enough to whisper in his ear. "Ya like that people are lookin' at me, don't ya? Knowin only ya kin have me all ta yerself." His eyes almost glowed orange as they widened and his lips part. "Pauve ti bete." She clicks her tongue. "I don know what I could do ta make ya feel less distracted. Dat's it, isn't it? Honestly I wonda if I touched ya right now, how wet would I find ya?"

Sweetjane walks him back into the stall behind some of the old clothes to hide that she's sliding her soft hand down his pants. Gripping his ass firmly in her palms while making sure that they will be alone from the view of the crowd for hopefully the next few minutes.

Avery sucks in a breath and pulls her flush against him. Always the competitive type and not one to be outdone he smirks, "Wanna find out?"

Leaving the stall, it doesn't take too long until they find a nearby alleyway, Mostly obscured with some vegetation and old-world rubble. Sweetjane presses him against some of the nearby rubble with his back towards the bustling crowd of the market. They start to kiss, tongues twisting against each other. She slips one of her hands under his shirt and over his belly. With the other she starts to undo the buttons of his trousers. She moans into his mouth as soon as her fingers find their quarry.

"I knew it," she grins into the kiss. Her fingers slip easily over his wet lips. He buries his moan into the join of her neck as she brushes his swollen clit.

"You sure you wanna do it here?" he questions with a whine as his hips keep thrusting against her palm.

"O'course. Can't have ya actin' like dat, cher," Sweetjane breathes into his ear. "T'would be wrong ta keep ya waitin'." He lets out a desperate whine as she removes her hand before gasping wide-eyed as she drops to her knees, arranging her skirt to make the ground a little more comfortable.

"What're you doing?" he hisses as she just kisses one of his hipbones while tugging his pants downward. "Anyone could wander in here and see us!"

"I thought dat was what ya wanted? Fer people ta see that I'm with ya specifically." He desperately bites back a groan as her nose nuzzles the soft patch of hair on his mound, some already slick and sticky with his need. She could feel the heat of it as she places a soft kiss on the soft hidden lips. He seems to have forgotten his objections as she can feel the slight pricks of his claws on the back of her head. She doesn't have to look up to know his eyes are shut. She cranes her jaw as she licks a line through the length of him. His cunt was so slick and swollen that it left her chin and cheeks as sticky as if she had bitten into a ripe, juicy fruit. He trembles above her causing her to moan against him. "Ya taste so good. Like some sort of hot salted sweet." Her tongue finds his clit hidden amongst his folds making him shudder harder.

His claws are grasping the back of her neck now, an absolutely delicious feeling for her. He covers his mouth to muffle the sighs and whimpers he can't hold in any longer as he thrusts against her face impatiently. The fact that they are in an alley in a busy marketplace has been forgotten, the noise nearby only drowning out the wet slippery sounds of her mouth on his cunt. She gently pushes his legs slightly wider so she can wedge her face between his hot thick thighs and allow her access to probe his hole with her tongue. He lets out a cry and his muscle clench around her thrusting tongue. "Por favor," he whispers. She knows what he's begging for by now.

She brings her fingers to faintly circle his entrance. "Ah, I see. Is dis what yer needin?" He pulls her head back so she could see his answering nod before pressing himself closer to her face. She pushes against his restraint, barely placing a fingertip inside him. "Ya didn't say how many. Can't do anythin if I don't know whatcha want."

"Three," is all he could get out. Her pale face smiles up at him as she slips two fingers slowly into him before pulling them out and wiping his wetness over his belly before sliding three fingers inside him. The sound he made would have been cause for alarm if they were in the middle of the marketplace instead of an out of the way alley. His pussy clenched rhythmically around the long thin fingers as they pumped in and out. She brings the thumb of her opposite hand to rub tiny soft circles around his hard clit as she licks and kisses the space under his belly button, every now and then flicking her eyes up to watch his face as he takes her fingers over and over.

"I love seein ya like dis," she purrs against the tanned skin. "I kin see de way my fingas stretch yer hole, yer lips suckin so greedily 'round dem. Ya've got such a pretty pussy." She moves her lips back to the tip of his cunt. She swirls her tongue around the swollen straining bud and gave slight suck, her mouth releasing it with a soft pop. "Yer positively drippin down my arm... the best sweetest fruit."

It only takes a few more minutes before his moans and breathing changes under the work of her lips and tongue and fingers. They're turning deeper and more desperate. He's so close her fingere are starting to fight the muscles of his tight cunt to push them in again and again.

"Are ya gonna come, cher? Are ya so close ya kin taste it yerself?" she purrs sweetly. He buries his claws in her hair tighter as he nods, looking down at her. He looked angelic, his flushed face and chest gleaming golden above her. She works him even harder with her tongue and gently crooks her fingers inside him in just the right way to—

"OH fuck," he breathes haggardly as his orgasm starts. She continues to pump her fingers into him, feeling his cunt spasm around them, his wetness pouring out in small gushes down her lips and arm. She continues to greedily lap at him, drinking every drop of his delicious juice. She can barely feel some droplets of blood as he grips the back of her neck to keep her face buried between his thighs as he rides out his climax. She can feel his legs shake and hear his heavy breathing as he starts to come back to earth.

Sweetjane give one last soft kiss to his oversensitive lips before gently puling out her fingers and licking them clean. His eyes are heavily lidded, his chest heaving with power of his pants above her. She slowly rises and gently asks him to look at her before kissing him sweetly. Avery tastes himself on her lips as she pulls.

She asks with a smile, "So ya wanna continue shoppin or do ya want what we have at home?"