“I don’t ever want to walk again,” I moaned pitifully.The worst of the cramps had eased and Tovis snagged the bucket from beside the bed and started scrubbing down my legs.Cool water trickled over my skin and I propped myself up on my elbows.
“You don’t have to wash my feet,” I said, abs whimpering as I attempted to sit up.Tovis planted a single finger in the middle of my chest and pushed.I fell back onto the blankets without a fight.
“You washed my hooves,” he said, his voice amused even if I couldn’t see his face at the moment.
“I did?”Oh, I’d given him a pedicure.It felt like a lifetime ago that he’d let me paint his hooves.I wondered if any of the sparkly polish had survived all our walking.
“Human feet are strange things,” he said, wiggling one of my toes.
“Hey,” I protested, pulling my foot away.“Humans are weird about feet, be nice.”
“Weird?”he reached out and caught my ankle, effortlessly pulling my foot back to his lap.
I shrugged even though it was too dark to see.“Self-conscious, or pervy, depends on the human.”
He dragged a light touch from my sore heel, up my sole and to the tip of my big toe.
“Human feet are sexual?”There was nothing but curiosity in his voice, but that light touch made the deepest parts of me go all squirmy and I could feel myself blushing.
“Uhuh,” I managed.“Some people are turned on by feet, sometimes they pay for pictures...and stuff.”
“Are you self conscious?”he asked, trailing more light touches over my arch like he was learning my anatomy from the outside.
“Kinda,” I squeaked, knowing that currently, my feet were a war zone of blisters, scabs and swelling.
“They are very different than my own,” he admitted, slicking a handful of water over my foot and gently rubbing a finger between my toes in a way that felt downright illegal.“Small and soft...vulnerable.”
I was almost certain he was teasing me, but apparently, I was one of the pervy humans because I liked it.A breath escaped me on a shudder when he cupped my foot between his hands as if pointing out how small it was and then blew a breath over my wet skin.
“Okay!”I yanked my feet away and grabbed them despite the way my legs protested being curled into pretzels.“I can’t tell if you’re joking or not and I’m too tired to play games.”
He chuckled and set the bucket aside.
“Games will wait then,” he said, moving around in the darkness as I curled up on my side.“I never expected to gentle my female's feet, but if that's what you like.”I could hear the implied shrug and glowered at the shape of him.
“Leave my feet out of your alien sex rituals,” I muttered.Tovis crawled onto the bed and laid his arm over my naked waist.
“What about clean clothes?”I asked, yawning as the comforting heat of his body battled the goosebumps on my skin.
“Tomorrow,” he whispered.“Let me hold you skin to skin tonight.”
It sounded too nice to argue, and I was beyond tired.Tovis pulled me to his chest and sighed, his body going slack against me in a way that said he was just as tired as I was.I pressed a hand to his chest, feeling the solid thump of his heart behind the slabs of muscle and smiled.
