Of Sunsets And Night Skies

Chapter Thirty-Four: My Right By Force Part Two

Bumblebee

You awaken slowly, having dozed off for far longer than you had anticipated. Opening your eyes reveals gentle sunlight peeking into your tent, dust motes floating in the quiet, serene air.

You open your mouth wide as you yawn, and your shoulder pains you softly as if to remind you of your latest failure in battle.

You mumble a curse as you snuggle back into the furs that make up your bed, and you reach up with your good arm to brush your hair from your face.

It is then that you notice your healer is still tucked into your right side, head resting on your damaged shoulder and her right hand on your stomach. You ignore the weight of her head on your injured shoulder, taking comfort instead from her slow, deep breaths.

At some point during the night she had awoken, you notice. She had stripped off all of her clothes, tossing them into a pile beside your own before laying back down beside you.

She was naked now, save for her leather collar. It was cool against you in stark contrast to her hot skin.

You closed your eyes and listened to her quiet breathing. Slowly, your breaths synced up to hers, and you reveled in the feel of her pressed to your side.

Although it pained you to do so, you wrapped your arm around her and pulled her closer, tucking her body in tightly against yours. Her breathing was interrupted for a moment, and a small moan escaped her before she fell silent. A second later and a soft, choppy purr began emanating from her throat, and her hand on your stomach curled into a fist for a moment before relaxing and rubbing your stomach softly.

Every muscle in your body seemed to be at it's most relaxed at this moment, and you truly wished the world would stop turning long enough for you to enjoy it a little longer.

Until you were disturbed, that's exactly what you planned to do.

Your healer's rumbling purr rippled through you in a pleasing fashion, and you hummed softly as her sporadically twitching cat ears brushed against your cheek with every random movement.

She was, you reflect, your most prized possession. That night you had raided that low lying mountain base village, you were attacking on the basis of a rumor, a whisper on the wind.

Surely enough, you had found her. Chained to a wall and near starving, hair matted to her skull and skin covered in filth, you had drawn your sword and freed her.

She became yours. You fed her, provided shelter and safety for her, and although you were harsh with your words and sometimes harsher with your hands, you cared for her. Under your care she had eaten well, put on weight until her skin shone with a healthy glow. Her muscle mass was returning, and her stamina increased every day. Her hair grew healthier by the day, subject to frequent cleanings and brushings by none other than yourself.

Her cat ears, the subject of myth and legend, were once patchy and raw with neglect. Now they were coated with healthy soft fur that shone in the ambient sunlight.

She was your healer, your pride and joy, the result of years of research into the myth surrounding half-demons and months upon months of searching and tracking, and you would die before you gave her up to anyone else.

The choppy, sleepy purring that soothed your nerves suddenly stops, and your dark violet eyes open. A soft murmur reaches your ears, and the girl in your embrace shifts slightly, her leg sliding over your waist to straddle you.

Her hand slides down your stomach to your bare hip, and she pulls herself closer to you as she nuzzles into you neck.

You turn toward her ever so slightly, still on your back but now angled toward her. Resting your head against hers, you nuzzle against her until she begins purring softly again.

Contentment floods your body and you sigh happily as your left hand comes up to rest atop hers, thumb stroking her skin softly, slowly, as your breathing slows and your peaceful mind risks pulling you back into unconsciousness.

You aren't sure if you fell asleep or not, but it was some time later when she stirs against you. You yawn once more, blinking tears from the corners of your eyes. As she nuzzles against your cheek and mewls contentedly, a sudden restlessness overcomes you.

"Oi, healer." You mumble quietly, shaking her gently. It almost pains you to disturb her comfortable slumber, but your warrior blood is beginning to boil and the shining sun is calling your name.

She shifts at the sound of your voice, squeezing her eyes closed and whining softly. After a moment, her brilliant golden eyes open, and she raises her head off your shoulder to look at you.

Dark lilac meets warm gold, and she sighs quietly in contentment. She rests her chin on your chest and stares appreciatively at you, her hand on your hip now tracing lazy circles against your skin.

Your gaze falls to her soft looking, cherry red lips, then raises back up to her half-lidded beautiful eyes.

You reach up and gently brush her long dark hair out of her face, thumb gently stroking her cheek before your hand falls away.

You roll over onto your right side, shifting her off you. She pouts ever so cutely at the loss of body heat, and for a moment you reconsider your actions.

A glance outside has you biting your lip in indecision, before you decide to push through.

Glancing down at the ivory skinned naked girl on your bed underneath you, you curse softly.

The leather collar her only accessory, your eyes trace her naked body with a certain hunger that you can't quite place. She knows better than to shy away from your gaze, and bares herself to you as if awaiting your command.

She's a good girl, you think, as you turn your back to her.

"Help me dress." You command, your voice rough and low.

Without question, she rises from the bed. Without bothering to get dressed herself, she begins grabbing clean shirts and shorts from your pack upon the floor.

With no shame in regard to her naked form, she dances around you as she assists you with the complicated task of getting dressed with one hand, you right arm essentially useless.

Her touch is gentle upon your skin as she pulls your undershirt over your head, and you could not be more thankful for her healing background as her sharp golden eyes quickly visually inspect your shoulder wound. She seems happy to not mess with the bandaging, and you step into a pair of tight underpants.

Your outer layer is a bit more difficult, the leather less susceptible to bending and conforming to shape.

Your healer makes short work of it though, and with minimal aggravation to your wound, you finish dressing.

She curls up on your bed of furs now and stares up at you with dark, golden eyes as she brings your blanket to her nose. You watch with no small amount of satisfaction as she softly inhales your scent, her ears laying flat against her head and her eyelids drooping as she exhales in contentment.

Grabbing your sword and strapping it to your side, you brush your blonde hair over your shoulder as you cast one more glance at your healer before exiting your tent.

Her golden eyes track you until you disappear, then she closes her eyes and buries herself deeper in your blankets, eveloping herself in your scent.

Author's note: I love cuddly sleepy bees.