The Cabin, the Woods, and the Wolf #watty2016

Chapter 15

                 

Just before dawn breaks I find myself back at the cabin. A strong scent emanates from behind the rough hewed front door, a feminine tempting scent. Her scent.

            It is intoxicating, addicting, too appealing. I have to mask her scent. She might also appreciate a cool down after her fever of the last few days. And with the clothes I was able to....procure for her, it will help a great deal to mask her scent for a while at least.

            I have to hurry. The dawn is quickly approaching, and with it my humanity dwindles and more animalistic traits start to take over.

            Taking a bucket from beside the door, I travel just inside the tree line to get the cleanest snow. Loaded down with the bucket of snow, I head inside to the fire. I unhook the soup pot and set it on the mantle, still close enough to the fire to keep it warm, replacing it with a new empty cauldron, dump the snow into the cast iron vessel. It doesn't take the snow long to melt and become warm enough to not chill her too much.

            I take a deep breath, fortifying myself for the task, inhaling more of her tantalizing scent. Big mistake. With a small shake of my head, I focus on making her comfortable, easing her condition. At last, I turn around to complete the second portion of my task. Undressing her.

            Gently lifting back the covers I take in her vulnerable form, my large shirt swallowing her lean body, and looking more like a dress than any kind of shirt on her.

            I elevate her upper body with one hand, careful not to touch her bare skin, while gathering the hem in the other. I slowly move it up her slim form, her porcelain skin being revealed inch by inch.

            No, focus, you have a task to complete.

            Without looking, I take the shirt off quickly.

            With the fire to keep the room warm, I turn to gather a clean cloth and a bowl to fill with the newly melted snow. Using a ladle, I very carefully spoon the heated liquid into the clay bowl.

            Dipping the cloth into the bowl, I ring it out, and tenderly run the wet cloth over her shoulder and down her arm, repeating the process on the other arm. I rinse the rag before turning back to bathe her face and neck, before skipping over a large portion of her body to bathe her legs and feet. Once again turning to the bowl, I refresh the soft cloth, and with shaking hands I pivot back to continue bathing the gorgeous girl beside me. Her chest rises and falls with her deep even breaths drawing my eyes and hands to the last place I have yet to clean.

        
  I keep thinking if I touch her skin I'll feel the buzz.  The hum that happen between two perfectly matched people.  The sound of two people beating as one. If I feel that buzz I am a goner.

   I can't do it.

I quickly pull the furs back up and rush to the door, heaving for breath. I slam the door open striping as I reach the tree line grateful to have claimed my senses again.