Title: Dawn’s
secret
Author:
Crimsonsenya
Rating: PG13
Pairings:
Dawn/Jasmine
Spoilers: Ats
season4
Warnings: f/f sex,
unbetaed
A/N: Written for
buffyverse1000
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When the social services had decided that Buffy wasn’t a
suitable
guardian, she’d been transported to live with Hank in L.A. Dawn hated
it so
much she cried herself to sleep every night and never uttered a word to
her
daddy’s girlfriends. After her classes, she always went to the mall
with her
new classmates. She didn’t like them much, she just hung out with them
in order
to avoid being labelled as a freak or a loner. Dawn had a secret
though, one
that she didn’t share. In the shops, she stuffed her pockets with CDs,
nail
polish, lipsticks, eyeliners, earrings and necklaces. Sometimes, the
girlfriends
complimented her accessories, but her dad couldn’t have cared less what
she
wore.
One day, she had just nicked a couple of glimmering
silver bracelets,
when she entered the shop.
“Please, don’t let me interrupt your shopping,” she
said, when
people around Dawn started sobbing and kneeing down. The bracelets in
her
pocket started to burn, and Dawn knew for certain they didn’t belong to
her.
Dawn walked over, and she held out the jewels as she bowed down.
“My Goddess, I thought I could keep these for myself.”
The words got
stuck on Dawn’s throat, and she swallowed back her tears. She couldn’t
look up.
She wasn’t worthy, but, oh, the flower prints on her skirts had
received
the honour to caress her velvety chocolate brown legs. The pain
in
Dawn’s heart grew stronger, and a weird heat flushed through her body.
But then
the Goddess lifted her chin, and Dawn was allowed to sink in a pair of
ancient
bottomless eyes.
“My beautiful glowing child, nothing would make me
happier than you
wearing the other one,” she said as she gave Dawn one back. “This way
we will
be together forever. And, Dawn, I insist you call me Jasmine” she added
when
she took Dawn’s hand and led her out of the store.
Dawn didn’t miss anyone in Sunnydale anymore. She was allowed to sleep beside Jasmine, and in the mornings, Jasmine insisted on combing Dawn’s hair and choosing her outfit. Jasmine had so much work to do, so many people to meet and bring in her circle of love that Dawn could have been jealous, if they all hadn’t been connected, and if Jasmine hadn’t brushed Dawn’s cheek often and let Dawn sit on her lap. Dawn preferred the nights though, when Jasmine had stripped her dress away, and her body was so full, warm and inviting. Jasmine lay down on the bed