Challenge #82 - Triangles
Title: Double edged sword part 1
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Anita/Micah
Challenge: #82 Triangles
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sabriel_0405
I wondered how much I had changed him. He said he had been easygoing before he met me but could I believe that? I knew what Chimera had done to him had but I couldn’t help picking at it. I had made him love me. Wasn’t that almost worse? Having no free will? Did it matter that it was a double-edged sword? He shared me better than anyone else did. Never suggested that maybe Nathaniel could bunk with Jason for a night, never suggested that he wanted me alone. Though he did have me alone some times. He never treated Nathaniel as lesser, where Richard always did. Micah spent almost no time pushing his position on anyone in the preternatural community and yet everyone deferred to him. Sleeping between Micah and Nathaniel was the safest place I had ever known. We weren’t tied metaphysically, not with vampire marks anyway, and yet it was probably my smoothest relationship. I was certain I was going to screw it up. But when he caressed me, ran his beast through me, trying to wring from me the last drop of pleasure, I was grateful that Micah was as secure in himself as he was.
Title: Double edged sword part 2
Word count: 200
Characters/pairings: Anita/Nathaniel
Challenge: #82 Triangles
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sabriel_0405
Nathaniel bustled around the kitchen preparing breakfast, prepping dinner, though he wouldn’t be around to eat it. I watched him, bemused. He was so efficient in the kitchen; he dominated the room even when actual dominants were there. Our sexual relationship had been built on the foundations of the ardeur but not our friendship. That had come earlier. That had been built one hairbrush stroke at a time. Tentative trust on my side. I was so sure that I would fail them and he was positive that I was everything they would ever need. I still brushed his hair some nights. It relaxed me, that rhythmic stroking. Afterward, he would curl himself around me while I buried myself in his warmth. He never complained that he wasn’t my only boyfriend. Though lately he’d made it clear that he didn’t like sharing me with just anyone. That was my influence; my jealousy that women, strangers, touched him nightly, hoping for a chance for more. I knew he wouldn’t and yet what if one of those women offered him what he needed, what I wouldn’t do? He was so much more now, I had made him so much more. A double-edged sword.