Draw Me Nearer

A Thursday Prompt story
© 2019 by Walter Reimer


Prompt: closer


A follow-up to Another Chilly Night


“Ow!” I flinched away as her tweezers hit the sides of the wound.

She slapped me upside my head, causing my ears to sway from side to side for a bit. “Hush, you,” Yaz said crossly. “Hold still. I almost had it then. I swear, you’re such a baby sometimes.” She looked at her paw and then at me. “And now I’ve your blood on me paws. Blood’s proper hell to shift when it dries out.” My girl glared at me. “Now, Tommy, hold still,” she hissed, ears back and clicking the tweezers at me.

“Or what?” I asked. “OW!” I recoiled again, grabbing at my nose with my good paw.

Yaz grinned at me. She’s got a mean streak, this one. Part of the reason I love her so much. “Next time I yank out a whisker, my fine rabbit, instead of tweaking your nose.” She bent close to study the wound on my left forearm again while the newspaper she had spread on the kitchen table rustled and her favorite television programme yammered away in the background.

My doe dabbed at the wound with a towel and peered in again. “Right. I see it now. Want to vape a bit of oil? It’ll calm you down.”

I nodded. “Good idea.” She set up my e-cigarette and I took a few deep hits off it. After a few moments the haze crept up on me. “Right, honey fur. Do it.”

I gritted my teeth and held still while she tried to get a grip on it again. I took another hit as she started to draw the piece of metal out of my arm and she said, “I know I promised not to ask what you what you were doing tonight – “

“Yeah?”

“But you know I do worry.” We’d gotten a bit closer after she confessed that she’d been fucking my mate. ‘Course, Dick started it. He got his after that, and Himself agreed to it, so it was all right.

“Bit of business that went bad,” I said. Pretty bad, actually; one twat had brought a machine gun with him to the party and started spraying lead everywhere. I took a splinter off the cabinet I hid behind, but we all got out alive. Don’t worry, though; the cat’ll get his eventually.

It’s one of the things the Boss likes about me. I don’t leave unfinished business hanging about long.

She yanked the twisted bit of steel out of my arm and I gasped despite the drugs in my system. Yaz held it up to show me before dropping it on the newspaper. She dabbed away more blood and said, “I’ll bandage you up now, Tommy. I don’t think you’ll need stitches.”

“Good.” I hate having to go to hospital. They always ask too many questions.

Yaz started to clean up before bandaging me, and she asked, “You hurt anywhere else?”

I paused, and then I pointed at my mouth.

She gave me a look, then chuckled and leaned in. “I can’t see anything,” she teased.

“It hurts so bad.”

She leaned in further, and her lips met mine. I reached for her and she backed away. “Bad boy. I get you bandaged, then we wash up, and then,” and she waggled her ears at me.

I just grinned at her.



End.