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“Your pants. Take them off.”
Oh.
It wasn’t as if I hadn’t taken them off in the same room as her before. I took them off before bed each night.
When she was facing the wall with her eyes closed.
My heart practically vibrated as I reached for my belt, undid it, and removed my pants. I folded them and put them aside then stood to face my wife.
She inhaled softly through her nose, her nostrils flaring. Her cheeks grew very dark, and her lips parted in a way that instantly made blood rush to my cock.
Her gaze fell there. Fused there. The feel of her eyes alone was enough to bring me to full hardness. The hushed proximity of her body to mine in the room, her scent in the air, the memory of her body pressing up against mine before Fallon had interrupted.
“Sorry,” I grunted, falling heavily onto the bed, lamenting the lack of control I held over my own body. I wanted her more than was natural, more than was good, more than she’d ever forgive me for. And it was so plain to see.
“You don’t need to say sorry.” She smiled, her face so soft in the late-day sunlight that I almost let myself believe her.
“But first,” she said, “let’s deal with that tail of yours before we deal with…” Her cheeks got even more red. “Other things...”
She put down the bandages and ointment, then retreated into the kitchen. I used that moment alone to take deep, ragged breaths, trying very hard (and failing) to will my cock into a more appropriate state. When it did not work, and I heard Cherry returning already, I chose at the last moment to cover my lap with the bed’s blanket. It did little to hide anything, as my cock was now tenting the fabric, but I figured that it was better than nothing.
Cherry came back in, pushing her chair in front of her while carrying my one and only bowl. She cast a glance at my covered lap and raised a brow, but said nothing about it as she settled herself into the seat. She placed the bowl down on the floor beside her little foot, then dipped one of the bandages into the water it was filled with.
“I’ll try to be gentle,” she murmured, grasping my tail and drawing it into her soft lap.
My breathing grew uneven. I was astoundingly affected by this sight. The sight of my wife’s small, soft hands taking a part of me onto her thighs so that she could wipe my blood away. It felt good, but I did not want it to feel good. Because goodness had been gone from my life for so long and now that it was here, that she was here, how could I possibly hope to keep it?
I wanted to ask her if she would stay. Perhaps I had not impressed her, but I hoped I had at least not disappointed her too much.
The question was right there. Stuck at the back of my throat.
Will you stay with me, Cherry?
But Cherry broke the silence before I could ask it.
“Fallon said something about a genka breaking through the fence and starting the stampede.”
She did not look at me as she spoke, concentrating on the torn flesh of my tail, cleaning it with a tenderness that ripped me open far more than Fallon’s claws ever could have.
“Yes. It’s a predator. Nasty one, too. They’re very good at finding weak points in the fences.”
She dipped her chin a little, then quietly asked, “Is that why you wouldn’t let me near the fences?”
I blinked. Had that not been clear to her? I supposed I had not really explained.
“Yes.”
She dipped her chin again, dabbing at an especially deep, bloody spot.
“I think that’s the first time I’ve ever really seen you angry. When you told me that I wasn’t allowed to help with the fences.”
“Angry?” I asked, taken aback. I’d never been angry with Cherry. Not once.
“Your gaze got so white,” she said, her eyes, blue as purest summer sunlight, flicking to mine before returning to her work. “It was the only time I could tell which emotion you were actually feeling. It was pretty clear.”
“That was not anger,” I insisted, shocked that she had thought so and internally berating myself for the clumsiness of my communication. “That was…”
I paused, my brain and tongue tangling against each other. It was not easy for me to speak of things like this. It had not been since the trial. But Cherry thought that I was angry with her and that was unacceptable to me.
