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femslashficlets2018-09-12 03:57 pm
[175] Wolf Woes (Original)
Title: Wolf Woes
Fandom: Original Work
Pairing: Francisca Abenezra/Daniela Reyes
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Body
Word Count: 555
Summary: After the full moon, Daniela is exhausted and dysphoric.
Warnings: Discussions of gender dysphoria.
Daniela hates being a werewolf.
She wakes up the morning after the full moon with her whole body aching. Fran has been kind enough to give her some pants after she passed out. She looks down at her body and she flinches.
She's so hairy. All over her legs and her torso and her back and her arms. It's hard to shed so much hair after turning into a wolf-like creature, but it still makes her wildly uncomfortable.
She looks like she did before she went to los Estados Unidos to start hormone replacement therapy. Before she came out to her parents and to herself, when she was full of body hair. Before she got turned she shaved almost obsessively. She'd feel the beginning of stubble on her chin and she'd pick at it until she picked a razor up.
She gets up with shaky steps and puts a shirt on. It's been two years since she started going through this every month, but she's still not used to this— not used to feel air go through her arm hair, feel her legs heavier than usual.
She doesn't feel like herself as she unlocks the door and walks out. The vampires’ base is simple but comfortable, books everywhere and a portrait of Salvador Allende in the back. None of them like him, but he was the first casualty of the dictatorship.
Fran is over at the living room, a book on her lap and a crossword puzzle sitting on the coffee table. Her expression is of focus, thick brows furrowed and her big nose scrunched up. Her hair is cut short, an impulse decision she made a few months ago she doesn't regret at all. She looks good, even.
“Hi,” Daniela says softly, sitting on the armrest next to Fran.
Fran looks up, snapped off her trance, and grins. “Daniela! You're awake, gracias al cielo!”
She grins. “Yeah, I'm awake.”
“How's— are you sore?”
“Yeah.” She swings her legs a little. “I'm so hairy. I hate it.”
Fran leans up to kiss her, a gentle touch that leaves every nerve of hers buzzing pleasantly. She kisses her before running her hands down her shirt.
She smiles at her and kisses her nose, her jaw, her cheek. “You're as beautiful as always.”
“I look like a m—”
Fran interrupts, “No you don't. You just look like a hairy woman. Which is what you are. A wolf-woman whom I adore.”
Daniela pulls her arms around Fran's middle, pulls her impossibly closer. She's smaller than her by a bit— Fran is maybe five foot five, while she sits at five foot seven.
“Your body is of a woman's. Because you're a woman.” Fran kisses her. “So your body is a woman's.”
Daniela lets out a breath. She wants to believe Fran's words so badly, wants to grow used to the skin she's lived in for twenty-two years, but it's difficult.
There's comfortable silence, Fran's arms around her waist and her arms around Fran's middle.
“Okay. Do you want to help me shave? I can't stand to have all this hair any longer.”
Fran chuckles softly. “I can help, Dani. Let's go.”
She lets one of her arms down just to squeeze Fran's own hand, holding it tight against her own.
“Let's go, Francisca.”
Fran's smile is almost blinding.
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