A Close Thing | By : Mizor4 Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 5507 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Starlight twinkled in the cloudless sky above. The sun's descent below the horizon hadn't left it any colder that Simi could tell, not that she paid much attention while laying in the grass next to Zoroark. Her arms wrapped around on of Zoroark's, hugging his powerful arm to her chest, ankles pulled up near her butt, his claws curled around the inside of one of her soft thighs in a pleasantly intimate touch while her other leg sandwiched his paw in place. She had wriggled herself slightly underneath his shoulder.
In the dark air above them, ribbons of every color light Simi could think of zipped around. Vibrant blues and reds and greens, twisting this way and that, curling into and around each other, leaving neon trails in the black. Occasionally Zoroark would make one of the lights dive towards Simi's face, and though she knew the illusion couldn't touch her, she couldn't help but flinch away, laughing and grasping Zoroark even tighter. Despite the impossible display, Simi eventually found herself more interested in Zoroark's thick tufted shoulder, her cheek pressing into its pillowy warmth, black fur obscuring her view.
Neither of them had spoken in some time, and Simi felt hesitant to break the silence, her voice low in the quiet evening calm. "Thank you for everything today. I know I'm probably not the girl you wanted." That wasn't quite what she intended to say, but her mouth felt the need to try and explain some of what roiled within her, alien as it was. "Stay with me. Please?"
A moment of silence passed, then Zoroark shifted gracefully to lay lightly atop Simi. Moonlight only let her see the severe outline of his features blotting out the stars behind, but she felt his sharp eyes on her face. His silken furred forehead, warm and soft, lowered to hers.
His low voice nearly purred. "You are more than I will ever deserve. I will be by your side until you command me to leave or I am dead."
Simi giggled nervously at the morbid oath. Her fingers lightly traced his angular muzzle. "Then I order you to live a long, long time, understand?"
Zoroark nodded, keeping his forehead in contact with hers. They lay there a moment before Zoroark's claws wormed underneath her back, giving Simi a brief moment to press up against him before they rolled, Simi ending up atop Zoroark's fluffy chest, strong arms encompassing her back, pulling her closer.
A happy sigh blew fur away from her face, fragrant air mixing with the heat of her breath and Zoroark's own ethereal scent. "I love you," she murmured, closing her eyes and letting Zoroark cradle her to sleep beneath the stars.
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Simi woke to the gentle rise and fall of Zoroark's broad fuzzy chest, sunlight warm on her bare shoulders, still curled atop him. Nothing could have improved waking up like this, unless maybe Zoroark could have also cooked breakfast while she slept on him. The silly thought brought a lazy smile to Simi's face and she nuzzled into the thick fur around his neck.
They had slept at the bottom of a small incline only a few paces away from the treeline, a mostly sheltered little area that didn't have a good view of the road. Simi still hoped Zoroark's illusion hid them while they slept. An indecisive breeze, gusting then growing still, rustled the plump green leaves covering the nearby trees.
Simi slid from atop Zoroark, careful not to catch his mane beneath her, and lay along his lithe body. Her fingers searched along his abdomen, happily exploring his hard muscle and scratching at his thick hide, enjoying the way his fur felt against her skin. After yesterday, she felt like she belonged with him. She wanted mornings like this for the rest of her life.
Even her gentle petting eventually woke Zoroark, his entire body shivering, fur fluffing up for a moment before settling neatly along his toned body. He turned a predatory grin on her and leaned in to sniff at her cheek before rolling over, his gentle weight pinning her to the grass. The slightest thrill of apprehension surged through her, but Zoroark's clingy tongue danced along her throat, and she eagerly offered herself up.
Wrapped in warmth and fur and affection, it became easy to forget the rough parts of the last few days. Simi wriggled beneath Zoroark, her hands roaming across ever fuzzy inch of him she could reach to enjoy the feel of his body, the springy tension in his muscles. Her Zoroark.
Zoroark's stomach growled, the vibration felt against Simi's chest, making her giggle. Despite not wanting to, she took hold of Zoroark's head fondly between her palms, fingers wrapping around his pointed ears and drew him away from her shoulder.
Simi breathed more heavily than laying in the grass should account for, a soft blush rising up into her cheeks. "We should probably get breakfast, I think." One hand stroked Zoroark's head until her fingers got tangled in his long mane.
Zoroark rumbled in assent but lingered atop Simi until she leaned up and placed a kiss on the tip of his snout. They helped each other up, Zoroark's leg still weak though he hid it well, and the two of them set off towards the house.
The freedom of not wearing anything had quickly grown on Simi, and she didn't bother to get dressed, instead giving the crackling hearth a wary respect. She made a quick meal that the two of them ate mostly in silence, both eager to return outside, which they did, Simi leaving the empty dishes unwashed on the counter.
The two of them barely made it off the porch, Zoroark finding the thickest patch of grass near the house and pulling Simi down the ground atop him. She laughed, falling softly atop his chest and instantly sinking into a waiting embrace. Breakfast had sapped some of the energy from the both of them, and Simi sighed, settling into Zoroark's thick black fur.
"Will you be happy here?" Simi tried to keep her tone offhand, but her fingers found a tight grip on Zoroark's arm. "I know it's kind of uneventful, but we always need to go out into the forest to gather herbs, and I'm sure we could find other things to do." She sighed. "You aren't trapped here. You don't have to stay." The admission physically hurt her to say it.
Zoroark's snout nuzzled into her hair. "Are you unhappy?"
Simi stammered. "W-What? Of course not!"
"Then why worry about it now?" Zoroark's tongue found the back of her shoulder.
Simi shivered, letting herself be easily distracted. "You'll tell me if you aren't?"
Slowly, Zoroark's weight shifted to roll himself atop Simi, pressing her back to the grass while Zoroark's snout dipped towards her chest. Quick, targeted licks quickly ended Simi's half of the conversation, her mind growing pleasantly blank. If he so enjoyed her body, then she could at least allow him this much. He was very convincing. Her fingers curled into his mane, encouraging him towards the peak of her breast.
It felt a lazy pleasure at first, but a gentle burn in her belly grew to something impossible to not fixate upon. A restlessness took hold on her limbs, causing her to squirm, press herself to Zoroark, hold and entwine herself in his strong arms, his leg between hers. Desire placed her thoughts in confusing opposition. She could feel the hunger in the way Zoroark's claws wrapped her shoulder, ribs, mirrored by her own grip, the searching movement of her leg against his body.
A soft whimper escaped her lips, restraint waning despite herself. Zoroark should be able to enjoy her, return the pleasure he so willing offered. Simi's leg rubbed between his, too forward to later ask him to stop if he decided-
Zoroark sat up quickly, turning away from Simi, leaving her panting on the grass, and she blinked up at the sky a moment, half dazed before propping herself up. Her eyes flicked towards Zoroark's hips in curiosity.
A low growl rumbled from Zoroark. "There is a human approaching."
The words took a moment to sink in but made the world lurch when they did. "They can't see us can they?" Simi squinted towards the road but couldn't pick out movement against the treeline.
Zoroark shook his head. "I think it's a female. There is just one."
Simi felt concussed, her thoughts struggling to make the transition to being useful. With everything that happened, Simi hadn't even thought of her mother in the last two days, but the timing made sense. Few others ever paid them a visit.
Then Simi remembered how very naked she was, laying with Zoroark still half atop her. "I-I have to get dressed!" Simi scrambled to her feet. "Also, maybe you should stay out of sight, at least until I have a chance to explain things. You'll probably be a bit of a surprise."
The dubious look in Zoroark's eyes gave her a moment of pause. What if he left again, permanently? But Simi didn't have time. She bent down and placed a kiss on the bridge of his snout.
"Don't worry, she'll understand." Her words sounded more confident than she felt. Simi raced into the house, leaving Zoroark sitting in the grass, and into her room, hurriedly pulling out the first dress her fingers touched, skipping putting on a shift entirely.
Her fingers trembled doing up the small mother of pearl buttons, but she managed and scampered into her mother's room to view herself in the mirror. Wrinkles gave the dress and untidy, unworn appearance, but she didn't have time fix that. A bit of plant clung to her frazzled hair, and Simi snatched up a brush from the bedside table and hastily worked through a few tangles, for once blessing her short hair. Hopefully the rosy blush in her cheeks faded before she had to face her mother.
After settling her hair and giving the dress a bit of smoothing with her hands, Simi looked merely unkempt instead of ragged. It would have to do, as a quick glance out the front window indeed showed Simi's mother slowly making her way down the front path.
Simi took a deep breath. She should have prepared something to say beforehand, panic only managing to mask where her mind had been a few minutes before, not honing it back to sharpness. Forcing a smile onto her face, Simi stepped out onto the porch to wait, the two of them exchanging a pleasant wave.
Her mother's slow pace gave Simi plenty of time to grow anxious, nearly chewing the corner of her lip bloody. Part of her wanted to run out and meet her mother on the path, if only to get it over with. Instead she gripped the wooden railing and waited.
"Simmone, everything is well?" Heavy bags underlined her mother's observant gaze, quickly taking in Simi's disheveled appearance, but she didn't comment on it.
Simi bowed her head slightly. "Yes, Mother. Was everything okay in town?"
Her mother waved a dismissive hand. "Phlegm and fever. Nothing dangerous with the right care but it spread remarkably." She sighed, a true weariness in the long breath. "I should have returned days ago, but I caught it myself and didn't want to bring it back with me."
"Oh, no! I hope it wasn't bad. Are you feeling better?" Simi only now noticed how her mother's pack dragged slightly at the shoulder, marring her mother's usually perfect posture, the wrinkles at the corners of her eyes more pronounced.
Despite the familiar utilitarian sharpness of her mother's tone, a hint of fatigue not from the rigors of travel softened her words. "Yes, yes of course. It would be nice to finally sit down though."
Simi blushed and scurried to hold the door open.
A disapproving glance over the multiple unwashed dishes pursed her mother's lips, and she slipped the pack from her shoulders to place neatly beneath the herb rack. "You kept busy while I was gone?" It wasn't quite an accusation.
Only sunlight entering through the windows lit the room, leaving long shadows across the floor. Simi hovered near the door, out of the light, keeping her hands clasped before her to stop them from trembling.
"Well." Simi took a deep breath. "We had a patient with a pretty bad leg injury come in and I didn't know what else to do but try to fix it and do what I could-" She forced her mouth to stop making noise for a moment, and also breathe.
A look of concern flashed across her mother's eyes, though whether for Simi or the patient she couldn't tell. Heat rushed up from Simi's chest. The hesitation probably made her mother think she killed someone.
"T-They're fine," Simi stammered out quickly. "It's just that it was a pokemon." A sideways glance to judge her mother's reaction made Simi flinch.
Her mother's lips curved down, eyes narrowing. "A pokemon," she said flatly, her tone guarded as if expecting this to be some kind of prank. "What kind of pokemon? Something small I assume?" Her mother's look darkened at Simi's silence.
Simi directed her words at the floor in a small voice. "About my size." And before her mother could protest Simi pushed onward. "He was injured. I couldn't just let him die."
Her mother hissed, voice low but sharp as a scalpel. "Of course you can! Pokemon die all the time. It could have killed you!"
Simi felt very small. "You've never turned away anyone-"
"Gods above, Simi! It's a pokemon, not a person." Her mother advanced, taking Simi by the arm in a grip that knew how to wield a bone saw. "You remember what happened to Henri's boy? The beast didn't even kill him before eating half his leg. His father said he lived almost an hour after they scared the creature off. It took longer than that just to come here."
The grip on Simi's arm hurt, and she wilted, drawing in on herself and keeping her voice quiet. "Zoroark wouldn't hurt me. Or anyone else." She added the last part quickly as fingertips bit at her bicep.
"And what if it gets hungry? Gods Simi, you haven't been feeding it have you?" Her mother shook Simi by the arm when she didn't reply.
Simi tried to blink away the tears gathering at the corners of her eyes. "His leg still needs to heal. He'd starve if I just left him."
"The beast is still here? Simi!" Her mother released her gasp of Simi's arm and turned away. A long, angry exhalation hissed from her mother. "What if someone needed my help? How could I tell them they're safe here? We're not safe here with some wild monster waiting for scraps at the doorstep!"
"He's not dangerous-"
Her mother whirled, a glare silencing Simi. "Not dangerous? What has gotten into you? What could be more dangerous than a wild pokemon lurking where we live? It could kill both of us on a whim."
"Mother, I-"
"This isn't a discussion! I don't have the energy to deal with this right now. You're to stay in your room until I figure out what to do about this. We'll keep the door barred for all the good that will do. You are forbidden from feeding the beast, do you understand me? I want the creature gone. We can wait it out assuming it doesn't break in to eat us."
Defiance welled up through the sick feeling in Simi's gut. Nothing, not even her mother, would make her abandon Zoroark. Not after the promises she silently made to both herself and to him. Simi finally met her mother's gaze fully, but the words ready to argue her point died on her tongue, unable to push past the withering look on her mother's face.
"Go to your room." Her mother stalked to her own bedroom without another word.
A useless feeling twisted within Simi, hot and sickening. She wiped a tear on her shoulder, her hands aching from how hard she squeezed them together in front of her. It took a few minutes before she could even move, but when she did, she defied her mother. Simi threw back the bolt on the door and left, slamming the door shut behind her and cutting off the beginning of a livid protest.
Once outside, Simi ran. She had no destination other than to be away from her mother, her home, and didn't want Zoroark to see her right now either, couldn’t face him. Tall grass lapped playfully at her ankles, but she barely noticed the pleasant afternoon though increasingly blurred vision.
Simi half stumbled down a small hill and collapsed at the bottom, sitting with her knees pulled up to her chest, the grasses nearly up to her shoulders gently brushed at her back. Throughout her entire life, Simi's mother had known everything, been right about everything. Simi had no reason to question, but today that illusion shattered.
Wild pokemon didn't have the best reputation, but almost no one besides the nobility ever got the chance to interact with one. To so callously expect her to let anyone, human or pokemon, die when she could help made her rethink every time her mother had ever acted cold or distant, more often than Simi realized. She never had a reason to question her mother's unwillingness to yield either, never considered her mother would be wrong about anything, but she hadn't even hear her pleas that Zoroark wasn't some mindless beast.
Anger crept through Simi, little tendrils of burning tension that willed her to lash out at something, anything. Instead, she sat there in the grass, impotent.
Simi didn't know how much time passed when a cloud of pastel fiery smoke turned into Zoroark's charcoal and red fur. He sat within arms reach of her, his head tilted to inconspicuously watch her with one of his gleaming blue eyes.
His voice rumbled softly but sharp as any of his large fangs. "I should leave."
Simi hadn't jumped at his sudden appearance, but at his words, she nearly lunged at him, grabbing his wrist in a grip as ruthless as her mother's, but a different kind of ferocity.
"No!" She almost snarled the word at him. "Do you remember what you promised me this morning?"
Zoroark brought the full weight of his predatory gaze onto her. "I only make things more difficult for you."
"Maybe." Simi drew closer, letting her lips touch the short hair of his muzzle, tickling her as she spoke. "But it's worth it, the other things you do for me, what you are to me."
Zoroark's voice grated like stone grinding on stone. "Have you ever had to struggle? Kill for a meal?"
The question took Simi so off guard she almost forgot the anger waiting to boil over in her chest. Her mother had always provided a comfortable life for the two of them, not that things had always been easy.
"I don't care," Simi snapped, cheeks flush with a mix of anger and embarrassment. She shifted to place her hands on Zoroark's shoulders and use her weight to shove him backwards, which he allowed rather than her effort accomplish anything. "No one is going to take you from me. Not even you."
The green dress pulled restrictively around her knees, making it awkward to straddle his warm belly and catalyzing the rage lurking within her, waiting for the chance to explode outward. Fresh tears warmed her cheeks.
"If my mother won't accept you, then I don't need her. I don't need any of this. Just you." Her fingers sank into the thick black fur at Zoroark's chest in a grip that tried to hurt him, tried to spread her anger. "I thought you wanted challenge. A few days getting hand fed by a human and you've gone soft?"
A dangerous growl rumbled through Zoroark's chest. The strength his lean muscles contained still surprised Simi. She barely registered the dizzying blur of color before her back slammed against the ground, thick grass cushioning her somewhat, but the force of it still drove most of the air from her lungs.
A heavy paw crushed her chest, Zoroark's brilliant fangs bared mere inches from her face, hot breath matching the heat of her own emotions. Then he relented, pulling back and looking away.
His voice softened. "I'm sorry-"
"Don't apologize." Her voice wavered, adrenaline and shock leaving her entire body trembling, but she managed to take hold of his narrow snout, forcing his eyes back to hers, enjoying the rush of fear and excitement that his predatory face sent through her. "Right now, I want to hurt."
The two of them stared at each other, still aside from Simi's heaving breaths. Zoroark nearly panted as well. To emphasize her meaning, Simi let her hand fall away from Zoroark's muzzle and tried to relax beneath him, letting her head tilt slightly to more obviously expose her neck, one hand lightly touching his wrist, pulling his paw against her, not away.
It seemed to get her point across. Blood-red claws scratched gently at her neck, slipping beneath the high collar of her dress. Simi whimpered, nodded eagerly at the look in Zoroark's eye, hungrily searching for permission. His long claws easily tore open the front of her dress in one swift slash, the motion precise, leaving her pale skin untouched even where the garment hugged her body.
Simi didn't mourn the needless waste of the dress, didn't have time to even consider it before Zoroark buried his snout in her throat, tongue rough and frantic against her sensitive skin. A heedless moan played from her lips, one hand finding the back of Zoroark's head to hold him close. It hadn't been long to miss, but she basked in the feel of his fur on her bare skin, even if the tattered remains of her dress still clung to her shoulders. When Zoroark pulled away after thoroughly attending her neck, Simi caught his chin from traveling lower.
Heat burned in her cheeks, but after everything today, only the emotion-fueled tempest remained in her. "I know you held back last time. I want to know what it would be like if I were one of your kind." The paw on her breast twitched, sinking claws into plush flesh.
Saliva glistened on his bared fangs, the short fur along the bridge of his snout twitching, hungry. "I can't-"
"I wasn't asking." Simi wrapped her fingers firmly around Zoroark's snout, silencing him. "You're right. I haven't suffered. I'm a weak, sheltered human. You can make me what you want. Make me your mate."
Her words visibly battered Zoroark's tenuous restraint. His claws scraped her neck, then dragged her up to her knees by the torn collar of her dress. She followed as best she could, letting Zoroark tear the ruined garment off and toss it aside, leaving her completely bare. With that out of the way Simi started to lower herself back to the ground, but a paw caught her, instead guiding her forward onto hands and knees.
The position brought remembered embarrassment to her cheeks at feeling so vulnerable, not able to see Zoroark. Her thin arms trembled, fingers curling into the thick grass. A moment later, Zoroark's wide chest fell across her shoulders, his lean belly sliding silkily along her rump until she nestled against his hips, desire plain.
One powerful arm wrapped around her belly, his other ran across her chest, curling around her shoulder to hug her hard enough Simi struggled to breathe. Fear fluttered within her, but it felt so inconsequential with Zoroark wrapped protectively around her, even if he were also the source of her anxiety, the one about to hurt her.
His voice, more growl than words, rumbled almost too softly to hear, but his lips nearly pressed against Simi's ear. "I have never wanted anything more than you. To call you mine."
Simi whimpered, too much sensory input for her already overwhelmed mind to process. "I am yours." Her elbows quivered, supporting both of their weight, not allowing her to hug or touch Zoroark in return how she would have liked, wouldn't be able to slow him. Her palms instead braced herself in the springy grass where she looked. A hint of red accented gray in the corner of her vision was all she could see of Zoroark. He nuzzled her cheek affectionately despite the wild possession he wrapped her in.
After the first small cry ripped from her, Simi didn't make a sound.
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