Saviour (Closed for 1million secrets)

The next morning I felt her shoot closer to me and smiled lightly before opening my green eyes and looking at you before looking away shyly. I twitched nervously for a moment and bit my lip.

I was unwilling to move, but unsure if I should stay in her wonderful embrace.
 
She held her breath for a moment, and then slipped away. Grabbing a cover near her on the couch she wrapped herself. She stood, and took two shaky steps before stumbling. She landed on her knees softly, and her face turned red.
She just wanted to bathe... Just wanted to get clean, and sleep.
 
I just and move under you, Catching as you fall. I carefully stand, holding you up on you feet. "Take it slow. You'll be pretty wobbly."
 
Blushing she would look away, embarrassed by her dependence on him. She walked slowly and with some effort, and his gentle guidance, she reached the bathroom door. Once there she opened it easily and stumbled over to the tub. Pulling out the stopper she turned on the hot water and the shower and climbed inside lying in its bottom.
 
I sat on the floor and watched you. My fur standing on end slightly as the water hit me in drops every now and then.

I waited patiently and was sitting waiting for you when you steeped out, holding a towel and a long button down shirt.
 
Her gaze met his timidly, her amethyst eyes flickering dimly. Her snow white hair soft again, the knots worked out.
She took the towel from him gently and dried herself carefully. Then took the shirt she was offered. It set low on her small form, never having seen it before she wondered in silence where he had gotten it.
She then became clingy again and hugged tight to him, embellishing in his earthy scent.
 
I smiled and slowly changed into a more human form, shirtless and smiling shyly. "Hope you don't mind." I say, my voice raspy and. quiet.

I hold you tightly and feel the apple I had hidden away i. the pocket of my shirt as you pressed up against me tightly.
 
She feeling the oddness against her flesh she would pull back for a moment. Reaching into the pocket, she produced the apple. Perfectly red, in glinted in the bathroom light.
"Here..." She spoke softly, her throat sore still from screaming. She sounded feeble and pathetic.
"Eat it." She placed it in his hand before snuggling against him again, his bare chest so warm.
 
I looked at it and smiled, holding it firmly in my fingers, before lightly taking a bite out of the beautiful apple and sighing softly as its wonderful juice runs down my throat, making my taste buds dance in absolute delight.

"That is delicious." I say softly with a small smile. I look at you and take another bite of the delicious apple. I glance around you and take in the bathroom. I bit my lip and put my hands around you nervously.
 
"I don't bite..." She whispers after a few moments of silence. Glancing up at him, she touches his shoulders weakly. "Less sore now, right?" She studied him, having felt his discomfort and pain while he carried her to be planted the night before, after saving her.
She slipped from him slowly and made her way to a small room. The walls had no flooring 2 feet infront if them, the rest was tile. She had a small bed, hand woven from.still living vines. It smelled sweet here, like cherry blossoms. "Lie with me?" She pleaded gently, tiredness filling her voice. "You may run once I begin to dream..."
 
"What.....What if I don't want to run?" I ask.softly as I walk around the room, looking completely human except for five long black tails swaying behind me. My physique was something of an oddity. Since it was not my form I chose to look as handsome as I could for her. I stood at 6'1 and had brown hair and eyes that matched. My chest and stomach were muscled, but not overwhelmingly so. I stood with a different kind of confidence. Not that of a man in control, but that confidence found in a man who was fine with being out of control.

"Do....Do I have your permission to stay?" I ask slowly.
 
She took his hand and lead him to the fluffy comfort she called a bed. Her amethyst eyes studying him closely, they flickering softly.
"If you want to..." Her voice delicate as she studied him. She patted the small place next to her, yawning softly.
 
I nodded slowly and laid down on the couch, face to face with her, before bringing my tails up. My tails radiated with a light heat and made them pleasant and much like a blanket.

I put an arm around her and watched her until she was asleep. After she slept I slowly disengage myself from her and wandered around the house in silence. It was a pretty little house, obviously people hadn't really visited, but she still seemed to have been social with her life. I moved back into the living room and sat on the floor in front of her bed. I sat and watched her for a long time. Not saying or doing anything.
 
She would turn over gently, exposing her back to him as his shirt rode up. Deep broad scars rested between the little dimples right above the crack in her ass.
They several years old, and uneven like weapon caused them. A thick blade, a hatchet maybe...

An axe?
 
I looked at the scars and bit my lip, having spotted her only a year or two ago I didn't know much about her past. I just saw a tree and knew that they were always being hunted. Especially the tree spirits which were known for their beauty and the fact that the gods loved them for their constant tightness.

This poor tree must have been through so much torture. So much pain. I gently rested my hand on the age old cuts and sent a gentle heat to them, massaging them in a sense. Using the heat to relax her sleeping body even more.
 
She whimpered silently and sat up in bed, having been woken by his touch. She turned to face him and her eyes adjusted gradually to the light.
"Who are you?" She whispered gently curling her arms under herself.
 
I opened my mouth widely, then closed it. It had been so long. I hadn't been asked in years. Nobody wanted to talk to me. I was a freak. I looked at you and opened my mouth again. Again I closed it. i look at you completely lost. "I....I don't know....."
 
She would wrap her blankets mighty around herself. Her high colored skin almost disappearing in the covers. She would sigh sadly. "No name?" Her voiced displaying the pitty she felt for him. She held out her thin hand and brushed the soft locks from his sweet brown eyes.
 
I held my head steady as you brushed my hair back and watched you with curious eyes. "Never had a need for one." I say softly.

I put my hand forward and put my hand lightly on your shoulder. "Would you....?" i pause and blush before self consciously brushing my hair back over my eye and going silent.
 
Smiling softly she pushed the hair back out of his face. "Hmmm let's see." Her voice danced playfully as she pretended to think. "It should be of my people..."
 
"Of your people?" I ask softly, slightly worried that I would end up with a feminine name. I looked at her and bit my lip lightly and watched her. Her voice was wonderful. Dancing through my head and filling me with a nice sense of joy.
 
"Yes." She spoke quietly... Then it came to her and she smiled gently. "Your name shall be Marco..." She applied her soft lips to his forehead and sighed softly. "It means guardian..."
 
I leaned into the kiss and let out a long sigh as her lips found my forehead and touched it. Marco. It was a good name. I liked it.

"Marco.....Guardian." I said softly. "I can't take it." I say remembering what happened. "I didn't protect you very well.
 
She looked at him for a moment, then spoke with a shaky breath."If you don't... I will be greatly insulted..."
She pulled him closer, sitting up in her bed. The cooler room air bit her lightly and she pulled him close. She nuzzled her head Into the underside of his jaw. "Please don't insult me"
 
My jaw must have gained some slack, but I held my posture. At least until she cuddled up to me for warmth. I must have melted like puddy, Mumbling my acceptance of the name as I took a long, slow, deep breath of her hair and got to know her scent. It was so nice to be like this. And I had a name. That was very nice
 
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