#WIP_ask

[shadowthestoryteller]

im probably late but for the WIP title ask what is Stitches?

Never late anon XD

Have a small segment of Stitches, set after me and the boys fight a rather nasty swamp critter called a Howler and I get cut up a bit :D

Cw: Crude stitching (medical), injury/blood mention 

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My tail twitched as I sat with my back to Crosshair with the back of my sports bra pulled up so I could remain “decent” or whatever while he fixed my back. I was honestly a bit more concerned with the fact I had three giant gashes in my back. 

Man to have Cross sewing me up though… 

The sniper settled himself behind me and immediately remarked, “Relax. Can’t work if you’re tense.” The heat of his hand hovered over my skin before resting on my left shoulder blade. 

I flinched at first before trying to force the tension from my shoulders. 

“Better.” 

While I couldn’t feel pain, I could feel the pinprick pressure of the needle at the top of one of the gashes. “Gentle...” I warned. 

“Stop squirmin’.” A pause. “You’ll make it worse.” 

Ears flicking at his tone, which I could swear bore an element of concern, I tried to sit still. 

“There we go.” 

I flicked my ears again and tried to focus on something other than the feel of the sniper’s hands on my back. 

Finding nothing, I resigned myself to endure my brain’s hyper-examination of the sensory stimuli.

That warm hand still pressed against my back, steadying me as Crosshair worked. The rough pads of his fingers tickled as he stitched the skin back together, tugging it closed. Slow, even breaths warmed the back of my neck, raising the hair there. Silence, ripe with tension, hung thick in the air like early morning fog. 

Should I make conversation? 

No, he didn’t do conversation. 

I couldn’t help but notice that, despite his rather abrasive and callous outward demeanor, his touch was...

Gentle. 

Grounding. 

The tension slowly trickled away, lifting from my shoulders and giving me space to breathe. 

Hesitating, I brushed my tail against his leg. 

The sniper made no comment. 

I hesitated once more before I flopped it so it would stay against his thigh. 

I still received no comment from the sniper. Perhaps he didn’t notice?

My next move was risky. So risky. But I needed to know.

I lifted my tail and rested it atop his leg. 

He shifted... but left the tail there. 

Interesting. 

I released a tense breath and slowly let the bulk of my tail slide into his lap. There was no way in hell he didn’t notice it now. Yet he didn’t move it. 

He doesn’t mind it? Cross, you really are a tough twig to figure out.

His hand left my back and thin fingers took hold of my tail. Yet instead of removing it, he adjusted it in his lap and went back to his work.