A Close Thing | By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 5508 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Later that evening, Simi found herself sitting at the foot of her bed and staring into an empty bowl. Zoroark had finished his meal a long time ago and now rest peacefully, sitting up against the wall with his eyes closed. They hadn't spoken much since returning after Simi woke from her nap. Silence never seemed to bother the pokemon.
Silence usually didn't bother her either, but now it let her thoughts buzz noisily for her full attention. She should get up and wash their dishes but found herself placing the bowl off to the side instead.
"Hey, Zoroark?" Simi asked quietly, not wanting to startle him if he were asleep, and waited for the red slits on his face to reveal large metallic-blue eyes. "Do you have a family waiting for you?" Zoroark peered at her curiously, head tilted.
"No," he said after a moment. Simi waited for him to continue, but he didn't.
"Are there others like you?" she asked.
Zoroark shrugged. "I have met few of my kind near here. We are not easy to find. Most packs do not welcome outsiders."
His glaring omission hung in the following lull, but Zoroark didn't offer further details, and she decided not to press him.
"When you're better," Simi carefully avoided an if, "I hope you come back to visit. I never met another pokemon before. I-" Her mind stumbled over a sudden barrage of thoughts before she awkwardly finished with, "really liked getting to meet you."
Zoroark flashed a toothy smile. "I have wanted to speak with a human for a long time. Humans are dangerous. We always hid, but sometimes I got close enough to listen."
Simi laughed. "I don't see how I could be dangerous to a pokemon like you."
Zoroark looked at her for a time, expression unreadable, before he finally shrugged, and the conversation drew to a halt, as it usually did with him. Sometimes Simi felt like a bother, but Zoroark always replied. She doubted him duplicitous enough to fake interest for her sake.
Simi tried to keep her voice casual and offhand. "Do you ever spend time with other pokemon like we did earlier? Show off your illusions for them?"
Zoroark shook his head. "Only to fight or mate."
Simi couldn't tell how much of his response was a joke, if any. Knowing him, probably none. Had she been flirting with him this whole time? Looking back on the past few days, even before this afternoon, she had been quite affectionate towards him. Only to try to soothe a wild pokemon, of course. Of course.
"I see." Simi coughed, blushing lightly, and she collected their bowls for something to occupy herself with. She stopped halfway through the doorway to the kitchen. "I had a really nice day today, with you."
"Yes. I did too." Zoroark's eyes glittered, and for once, Simi didn't have any trouble finding the warmth in his angular features.
Simi bustled into the kitchen and cleaned up, keeping the wide grin on her face to herself. Moving about made her side itch where the waist of her dress rubbed against tender skin. Falling asleep in the middle of the afternoon left her with a bright pink sunburn up the length of her body. Hopefully the townspeople occupied her mother a few more days. Her mother likely wouldn't miss the patch of red that ran down Simi's neck, continuing below the collar of her dress, and she had no desire to try explaining that to anyone. Sunburn wasn't the only thing she didn't feel quite ready to explain to her mother though.
Tidying up didn't take long, but Simi felt weary despite her earlier nap. Zoroark had his eyes closed again when Simi returned, and she tried to make enough noise before sitting back down near his large clawed feet. She doubted anything slipped his notice.
"If any humans come by, an older woman, my mother, do you think you could do that thing you do to hide? My mother – I should probably talk to her before she sees you."
Zoroark looked away, his voice growing guarded. "I should not be here."
"No, it's not that!" Simi replied hurriedly. "But you might be a bit of a surprise." An understatement if there ever was one. Zoroark nodded and let his eyes drift closed again.
"You didn't sleep earlier, did you?" Simi asked.
Zoroark shook his head, not bothering to look. "I liked being outside again, even if I couldn't move much."
"Sorry." Simi couldn't help but blush, remembering how nice it felt with her arm around him. "But we can go out again tomorrow. I'll let you rest. Sleep well."
Zoroark grumbled in a gentle, content sounding way, and Simi rose to get ready for bed herself. She made it all the way into her mother's room, removed her dress, and used her mother's small hand mirror to examine the sunburn, carefully lifting her shift with her other hand. Uncomfortable, but it didn't look too bad. It should fade in a few days.
Simi stood before her mother's bed, the house silent, but she could no longer ignore a particular thought that had skulked around her mind since earlier in the afternoon. She wouldn't have another chance until tomorrow. A sudden thrill of excitement and apprehension made her feel more awake than shad had that morning.
Her bare feet barely made a sound on the floorboards, but a curious eye still watched for her before she turned the corner into her own room. Zoroark's eye opened fully when he noticed her in only a shift.
Simi didn't enter the room. "Um, maybe this is weird. If you don't want to, I-I don't mind but-" Simi swallowed hard, trying to steady her voice. "Do you think- Would you mind if I slept in my bed, with you, tonight?"
His head tilted in that way it did when trying to figure out human things, or at least that's the impression Simi got anyway. After a brief moment, what felt like a short eternity, Zoroark nodded. Despite imagining this moment all day, Simi hadn't really thought any further ahead. Her fists clenched nervously, but she took a deep, silent breath, forcing herself to relax, and walked towards the bed.
Simi clambered awkwardly onto the small mattress from the foot of the bed, careful not to catch any of Zoroark's fur, or his long mane, beneath her hands or knees. She wedged herself between Zoroark and the wall, against his uninjured side, and nestled herself comfortably along his lean body.
Warmth radiated from his furry chest, and Simi moved closer, draping an arm across his belly like she had earlier, and rest a cheek atop the fluffy black tuft covering his shoulder.
Fur poked into her mouth when she spoke. "Is this comfortable for you?"
Zoroark made a rumbling noise in approval. Questions bubbled up just behind Simi's lips, but she couldn't bring herself to further disturb Zoroark. The fact a wild pokemon trusted her enough to let her so close seemed unbelievable in its own right, and he just felt so soft and warm, fur caressing her bare legs and only a thin shift separating the two of them otherwise. Simi sighed, but forced herself not to think, instead listening to the quiet rhythm of Zoroark's heart and riding the soft rise and fall of his chest.
In the brief, semiconscious moment between wakefulness and sleep, Simi felt a cold, selfish part of herself hope Zoroark wouldn't leave. Couldn't.
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