A Close Thing | By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 5507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Despite a string of confusing dreams, Simi woke more comfortable than at any other point in her life that she could remember. Her hips wriggled against Zoroark's warm body, and she had a thigh halfway wrapped around his leg before she realized what she was doing, her shift having ridden scandalously up her legs at some point in the night leaving her bared to the waist. Simi froze but didn't pull away either.
Zoroark's lean chest rose and fell easily beneath her head and didn't change in response to her movements. She didn't need to look up to feel his gaze on the top of her head.
"Good morning," she mumbled, half from sleep and half from a rising embarrassment.
His voice sounded genuinely curious. "Are all mornings good for humans?"
Simi laughed. "I guess so," and hugged herself closer against his fuzzy abdomen. The two of them lay there in comfortable silence for a moment, but Simi quickly found the haze of sleep lifting from her to leave behind an eager kind of energy. Simi tried not to think too hard on it, and instead let her fingers roam across Zoroark's chest, leaving furrows in his slate gray fur.
"I'm not bothering you, am I?" she asked.
"No." Zoroark's breath fell hot across the top of Simi's head, and he used one great paw to stroke the back of her neck in return. "Humans like this?"
Simi shivered, claws tender against her delicate skin. "Mhmm," and she wriggled further onto his chest, warm and soft and gently thrumming with the beat of his heart, her knees slipping around a toned thigh. Was this desire? Love? Simi didn't want to think what either option might mean, but she couldn't deny the elated tremors swirling up from her gut. Stories described love like this. She never wanted to leave Zoroark's strong arms.
He spoke somewhat more hesitantly. "You enjoyed what I did yesterday, too." His statement wasn't quite a question, but his tone felt inquisitive.
Simi bit her lip. "I did," she said, not quite trusting herself to expand on the accuracy of his thought.
"You stopped me."
Another shiver, eager, anxious, hesitant, and more Simi couldn't begin to process in the moment. "What did I stop you from doing?" She looked up, finding Zoroark's shining blue eyes staring back. His head tilted. Pokemon probably had far more straightforward ways of going about this. It made Simi feel a little silly, but even laying half naked as she did, everything she ever learned about human propriety still guided her. To a degree.
Simi reached up, taking Zoroark's chin gently in her hand. She stretched her neck towards him while drawing his snout down to place a tender kiss on the side of his muzzle. Not like kissing a human, she imagined, but his velvet fur felt just as pleasant against her lips. The awkward position, Simi half pinned against the wall made it difficult to do more. So Simi wormed her way free, one knee sliding across Zoroark's belly to straddle him. Silky fur caressed her naked bottom, and with her knees parted like this- A shuddering breath filled Simi's lungs, fur caressing very intimate places, doing strange and wonderful things to her body. Zoroark winced, and only then did Simi realize lightly kicking his injured leg.
"I'm so sorry!" Simi almost toppled from the bed in her haste, careful not to injure him further. The bandages needed changing anyway, even though she didn't see any blood on them. It had been a stupid mistake. Days of constantly warning him and she ends up the careless one.
"I am fine." His reassurance helped, but she felt a fool.
"I-I should take a look just to be sure." Her face glowed red for more reason than one, and she hurried off to gather a few supplies. The slightly disappointed look on Zoroark's face may have been her own projection. She still had a hard time reading his angular features.
Zoroark sat cooperatively as Simi removed the bandages from his leg. Far fewer of the cloth wrappings stuck, and while dried gore matted his fur, that didn't cause the difficulty in finding his wounds. Fresh scars covered his calf, bright pink compared to his naturally gray hide, but even the places she hadn't managed to stitch two shreds of skin together didn't show any obvious sign of an open cut.
Simi prodded gently at a few of the stitched locations. "Does this hurt?"
Zoroark shrugged. "Sore, tight." It didn't look like he had any further need of the sutures.
"Incredible. No human could heal like that." Simi quickly fetched tweezers and a small, expensive pair of scissors meant for exactly this purpose. "This might feel weird but shouldn't hurt."
Zoroark's face wrinkled in unease, an almost comical expression on his predatory face, but he didn't complain through the slow task of removing Simi's fairly amateur stitch work. It had been dark at the time, and he an unusual patient, but her mother would have criticized her sloppy work regardless. The sutures pulled free without too much fuss, and half an hour later Zoroark didn't have a stitch in him, the steady concentration required helping to clear her mind a little.
"Stop if anything hurts, but can you move your foot?" Simi grasped his massive footpaw, one hand on his ankle, the other pressing lightly at the bottom of his blunt red claws. They twitched against her palm, each movement growing more sure, stronger – a good sign.
"My leg feels strange," Zoroark muttered.
"You healed very quickly." Simi took a breath, remembering all the blood. "But it wasn't just the skin. Your muscles were also damaged. It may take some time to get back to normal." Noticing his frown, Simi made her voice cheery. "You don't need the bandages anymore. We should get your leg washed up though. It's no lake, but there's a stream not far from here."
Zoroark's ears perked up at this. "Yes!" He started to rise, but Simi placed a gentle hand on his chest, lowering him back down.
"You might not, but I need to eat first." Simi prepared them a quick meal despite Zoroark's exasperated growl. Zoroark wolfed his portion down more in anticipation than hunger, Simi suspected, and she tried to eat as quickly as she could with his intense eyes watching her every bite. He didn't even wait for her to put the bowl down before rising, and she had to jump in to stop him.
"Easy. Just because I took the bandages off doesn't mean you're ready to go dashing off." Simi didn't like the impatient gleam in his eye, the way his muscles tensed, ready to leap for the door.
He growled softly in frustration but at least took her offered shoulder to help lift himself up. She placed a hand on his chest to keep him from bolting, and only a little bit because she liked the way his thick black fur felt between her fingers. Once on his feet, Zoroark held himself upright well enough, the knee of his injured leg a little too straight, keeping weight on his heel. He behaved until they made it to the grass in front of the porch. Zoroark took a hasty step, and Simi nearly fell herself trying to keep him upright.
"Careful-"
Zoroark snarled, low and dangerous. "I am better." The naturally sever angle of his lower leg only made his injury more pronounced, the muscles placed under increased strain compared to a human leg.
His clawed grip left Simi's shoulder, and Zoroark started with his good leg, launching himself into a run. The following step crumpled his injured leg, and he crashed to the ground, barely catching himself on all fours. He let out an anguished roar that froze Simi in place a moment before she rushed to his side.
Simi fell to her knees, placing a hand on Zoroark's hunched shoulder. "Don't! You'll make it worse-" The world lurched, and her rear struck the ground so jarringly it dazed her before she realized how easily Zoroark threw her aside. Two tiny slashes sliced neatly across the side of her dress, luckily not deep enough to draw blood.
Zoroark didn't even seem to notice her, and he threw himself into another sprint, managing one hobbled step, his gait awkward and forced, before he fell once more to his hands, visibly shaking.
Simi stumbled to her feet, about to rush to Zoroark's side when he vanished – gone, just like one of his illusions from the day before.
"Zoroark?" Her voice quavered, loud in the utter silence around her, not even a slight breeze to rustle the trees.
"Zoroark!" Ani hesitantly moved to where she saw him collapse and bent over, awkwardly flailing her arms to feel for him. Anyone walking by would have thought her crazy, but she didn't care. He couldn't be far, not with his injured leg. He didn't respond.
Simi sank to her knees, her shoulders drooping in defeat. She'd never find him if he didn't want her to, injured or not. Today shouldn't have gone like this, not after how it started, not after how well he recovered. Had she made a mistake in not telling him sooner, not cautioned him it could take time to regain his strength completely, if at all? Tears welled in her eyes, and she didn't move to stop them trickling down her cheeks.
The hard ground didn't provide any comfort to her stinging rear, sore from when Zoroark pushed her, but the pain felt distant, inconsequential. Her stomach burned like she might thrown up, but Simi merely hugged her knees close to her chest, trying not to sob. Her mother always said to never let them see you cry. You had to be strong for your patients, give them the hope to fight, the willpower to endure. Simi found herself struggling at the moment, and suddenly very, very alone in the warm early afternoon sunlight.
A less uncomfortable emptiness eventually filled her, leaving her hollow but no longer feeling too sick to move. She occasionally called out for Zoroark, softly, knowing his sensitive ears would hear her if he remained close. He didn't respond.
Their leftover bowls from breakfast remained on the floor of her room, her mind desperate for any distraction, any reason to feel less useless. She should clean those. Simi rose, her knees stiff, butt still aching. She moved mechanically, tidying the house, not really noticing or remembering what she did, but after a time things looked more orderly, like they had when her mother left.
Dried blood stained the porch from the first night. She had other distractions until now, but she fetched a bucket of water from the nearby well, some soap, and a stiff brush which had cleared away blood more than once, the bristles bleached white from use.
Simi scrubbed angrily at the worn boards until her knees hurt, her hands tight and dry from the harsh detergent. The blood sat for too long, leaving faint rusty stains that didn't quite match the faded grain of the wood, especially where it had pooled. It would take a thorough sanding to completely remove, but weather should even out the color in a month or so.
Once every bloodied inch of porch received a longer than necessary scouring, Simi put away the supplies, neat and orderly, as her mother left them, then sat on the top step, back straight until her bottom grew numb.
She tried so hard to do a good job, tried to care for Zoroark, feed and bandage him, keep him in good spirits. But she also knew she shouldn't hide the severity of his wound, knew it from the beginning yet she had anyway, because she wasn't strong like her mother. Now he could be hurt, or immobilized or-
Frustrated, angry tears stung her eyes and Simi squeezed them shut, forcing herself to stop thinking, stop feeling, and become the surgeon her mother wanted. It helped, or at least the tears stopped. If she had just told him from the beginning, gave him the right expectations instead of fawning over him like an awestruck child, he wouldn't have had to realize his injury on his own. She wouldn't have failed him. Killed him, a hateful voice whispered from somewhere in her mind.
Simi watched the dirt path that lead towards the main road, not really noticing the shadows growing longer and longer.
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