Walking slowly back to where I lay, your hips sway with every step. You slowly kneel down by my side as I close my eyes. I wait to feel your body rest against mine again. I hold my breathe in anticipation, but instead I feel your hands take hold of my paws. I open my eyes not knowing what to expect, but your eyes are confident as they encourage me to sit up. I bend at the waist as you gently help pull me. I sit back on my haunches and exhale hard as the pain rips at my side. But the pain is buffeted by the compassion your eyes show me. You smile as find my core strength to hold myself steady. Maybe I’m not as broken as I thought.
“How does that feel?” You ask me with the gentlest of voices like a sonnet whispered in the wind. The words alone seem to bring healing to my wounds. I want to respond but I’m afraid that my bark will turn you away. You might not be scared of me while I am injured and weak, but what happens when you see my bite. I’m scared to even smile in fear you will see the sharp nature of my teeth. I have no intention to shred you with my words but would you believe me if I said so? So I just tilt my head at your words instead.
You stand up and help me to my feet. I can feel my legs shake, but with the aide of your hands, I almost stand tall. You step back slowly and I follow in turn with a step of my own. You guide me slowly to the bathroom where I lean back against the counter feeling the exhaustion of the short trip that I just took. How humbling it is to be so weak and dependent solely upon you. I should be the strong one sweeping you off of your feet, carrying you off into the the sunset where we fall in love as the moon lights our way. But instead I am dependent upon the kindness of a stranger to help me take even the littlest of steps.
As you release my hands, I take hold of the sink behind me to hold my weight. I wait in anticipation of what is to happen next. I fear the thought of changing my bandages again. I look down and see the red soaking through and I can’t help but feel a little faint. But instead of causing me pain, your hand lays flat upon my chest as you lean in closer to me. Damn, my anticipation grows as your lips are getting closer to mine. Is this the moment? I feel your breasts press against me next as there is no more distance between our bodies but our lips fall ever so short from contacting. Instead, your free hand works behind me reaching for the handle of the sink. Only the sound of the water flowing behind me breaks my trance of expecting my true love’s kiss.
You fumble behind me before you finally produce what you have been reaching for. A wash cloth soaked from the sink. Our bodies separate as you bring the washcloth between us. A bar of soap is rubbed upon the cloth and I watch as the bubbles form on its surface. Between both hands you hold it above my chest before squeezing the soapy water out from its trapped cloth. I feel the cold water in contrast to my warm skin as the water trickles down my chest. The shock opens my eyes wide as yours are focused upon the trail the water makes. Then, when you take the soapy cloth and press it against my chest, I let out my held breathe. You move the cloth across my skin so gently making sure to avoid the damaged spots for now.
It doesn’t feel right to lean back and let you wash me when I could do it myself, but you don’t find me asking for the cloth. Instead I let you make me clean. I can feel my nipples grow hard as the cold wet cloth crosses over them. I can’t help but notice yours react too. The thin material does little to hide your peaked interest as they match the hardness of mine. The path the cloth takes is slow and methodical making sure that no spot is missed. My chest is lathered with the soapy water and my skin glistens from being slicked down.
It seems like your free hand can’t resist as you place your hand upon my peck, my hardened nipple pressed firm against the palm of your hand. You lean in again to soak the cloth again and when your body presses against me, your night gown wicks away the water from my body and transfers it to you. When you break your body away from me, your gown hides nothing for the imagination as the white cotton has become translucent. My eye brows raise as I stare upon your breasts that show through the thin material. They are just as I imagined that day at the lake. Such perfection. I feel a rise below as the blood pools in my groin. I know I should divert my eyes, but I’m so weak.
You show no sign of being shy or shocked by what just happened as you move to washing my arms. The sly smile and twinkle in your eyes tell me that you are quite proud of the predicament that just arose. And when you look down to see my struggle below, the look on your face matches that of mine. A bit of embarrassment flushes upon my cheeks from my bodies reaction, but your reaction helps me to overcome it without trying to limp away in shame.
Your focus at washing my arms is wavering and I swear you didn’t get them all clean as you cant seem to keep your eyes up. But then my distraction is even more when you grasp my shoulders with your soft hands and turn me around with a small amount of force. I grab the sink and bend slightly as the pain revisits me. I had forgotten it as the other sensations flowing through me took hold. when you reach around me to re-wet the cloth, you press firm against my back. The wet fabric sends chills up and down my spine, or was it your breasts shrouded with wet cotton that pressed firmly against me.
I look in the mirror as her ands wrap around my waist. You press the cloth to my side and clean around the bandages. I can see the pain in my face, but I know as much as you that I need to be cleaned to prevent infection. You look over my shoulder and our faces are seen in the mirror together. The contrast of us two is apparent, like beauty and the beast. But there is no love that will transform me to a prince. But you look at me different. Am I not a beast in your eyes? I look you deep in your eyes through the mirror and you see my insecurity. I don’t know how but you do and when you whisper in my ear, there is no denying it.
“What big eyes you have.” You say with the corners of your lips curling up in a mischievous smile.
“The better to see you with my little Red” I say sheepishly. “Like the sense of a camera capturing the beauty of the earth, the better to see you with!”
“And what a defined nose you have” she responds as her hands wash me lower than she has yet dared to wash.
I feel her hands drawing near to my manhood and it puts a tremor in my voice. I take a deep breathe and once again I catch your fragrance. “The better to take in your sweet scent, like the first rain of spring, I will never forget how amazing you smell.”
“And what sharp smile you have.” She says almost in a moan. Her fingers splayed across my hips bringing the wetness of the cloth with it.
“The better to nibble at your flesh with.” The words coming out of my mouth pain me to say. I close my eyes and the truth of who I am is too much. You step back by my reaction and I turn and face you in shame. “My Little Red Riding Hood, I am just a big bad wolf. Why do you look at me so? Don’t you fear me? You must know the danger that comes along with what I am. I don’t want to hurt you, but I can’t promise. Just ask the three pigs in town. Im not sure what you see when you look at me, but you have to know the truth. I’m no man, just a big bad wolf.”
You look at me with tears bringing a shimmer to your eyes. Your head shakes slowly in denial. You bite your lip not from suppressing your lust, but from suppressing your sorrow. When you drop the cloth on the floor, I look down at it and see my own nakedness that is in front of you. My lip quivers with the pain that I feel from confessing what I am to you. But you reach towards me again and lift my head as each hand hold my cheeks.
“You are not a wolf. You are not a monster or a wild animal, you are a true man.” You look down over my nakedness before continuing. “You are all man.” You take my paws and hold them flat between us. “These are strong hands not paws with claws, those eyes are not from a dog, but from a man who feels conflicted by his manhood and being a gentleman. You don’t walk on all fours like an animal or drag your knuckles like an ape. Your friends in town… well they are swine, but not real pigs, just drunk guys in a bar. To me, you are my prince charming.”
Tears fall from your eyes from the emotions. I don’t know what to say as I fight back tears of my own. I have never thought of myself as anything other than a dangerous creature but you see me differently. “How can you say that?”
Putting your arms around me you pull me in to you. “When I walked through the scary woods alone, you were there. Not to harm me, but to protect me and ward off the dangers from me. You didn’t now, but I knew you were there. You made sure I always made it home to the cottage even though its far from your own home. I know you had to walk back through those woods every night by yourself. But you did that for me.”
“You saw me? All those times in the woods you saw me? At the cottage, you saw me?”
“And at the lake, I saw you!” Those words spoken about drop me to my knees. I can’t believe you just said that but you’re not done. “When I teased you in the water, I saw you, and when you laid your head upon me while I was naked in the grass, I felt you.”
I am shaking. How can this be true? Am I dreaming again? Am I lost in the delirium of my injuries? “But the lake didn’t really happen, it wasn’t real. Was it?”
Your hands slide over my ass tightly as you look up at me with the softest most honest eyes. “As real as I am right now, I was that day. I am so sorry I wasn’t there when you awoke, but I couldn’t stay. I wanted too but I had to go and I couldn’t bring myself to wake you to say goodbye. But I knew we would meet up again. I just never expected it would have caused you so much pain and agony and almost cost you your life that day.”
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