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Night Watch I: Eliza, Ward of Andrew

Andy was such a princess about his bloody hair!

*Eliza’s POV*

I was tired and smelly. When Andy had asked if it would be alright if we tracked down Robin, so he could go over that pressure point one more time, I had wanted to howl at him, pick him up, and carry him back to the shelter. However, he was my Commanding Officer, and we were at the Walls, whether or not we were technically off-duty.

So, instead of going to wash up and change, we had found Robin in the kitchens. They had promptly emptied following our entrance, leaving poor Brendan stuck behind the counter, searching for the source of the sudden, foul odor. The three of us had gone outside. Robin and Andy had gone over that nifty, little trick a few times, startling several nearby Watchmen as I got toothy about as quickly as I would if you stuck a sword in me.

I asked them to apply the hold and keep it firm until I told them to stop. I wanted to see an approximation of just how long it took to max out. Both of them were uncomfortable doing it, but I eventually talked Andy into it, just the once. At around 40 seconds, when I was covered in sweat, I felt a rare feeling indeed; even my storage was full. I pulled free easily. Interesting.

After that, Andy and I headed back to the shelter. I wasted no time disarming and peeling off my filthy clothes. Andy wrinkled his nose as he fed the cats. “Here, put them in that bin, we can set them outside and wash them later.”

I groaned. My beautiful scabbard was all piss-covered! I’d have to figure out how to clean the leather! I’d never dealt with that much troll piss before!

I unsheathed my swords and daggers and set them on Andy’s weapons rack, along with my axe, then hung my poor, stinky scabbard from a hook. I pulled off my boots and chucked my clothes into the bin Andy had found, then made straight for the washbasin.

“Ugh!” I soaped up everywhere, and was careful only to use Andy’s old sponge, not the nice, new one he’d gotten. Andy took my befouled clothes outside, and I was conscious of him eyeballing me once he was done. “You’ll want to wait, trust me. This is buttfucking disgusting!”

Andy snickered. “But I can help! You can never get your back just right-“

I rolled my eyes. “-I’m standing in piss-water! I’m likely to take your eye out with my fucking teeth on accident! Just-“

Andy ignored me and stepped into the basin behind me. “-Whatever, I’m taller than you, and I can help you keep the soap out of your pretty, green eyes! Hold still, woman!”

I grunted, irritated, as Andy smooshed soap into my hair. “Besides, I need a haircut, I’m getting shaggy.” It did feel nice when Andy helped with my hair… “Close your eyes and lean forward, I’ve got you.”

Andy rinsed the soap out from my hair, and then I felt him working some creams in. “I’m going to drain the gross water, hold on.”

I stood up, my gooey hair piled on my head, as Andy worked the drain lever. The filthy, stinky water drained out slowly, and Andy rinsed it out a bit with some fresh. He handed me the soap and his straight razor with a grin. “Touch up my hair?”

Andy was such a princess about his bloody hair! “Alright, spread your wings more, so they don’t get all wet and soapy. And try not to be so fucking tall, eh?” I chuckled at him and swept his floofy locks to one side, lathering up the scruff underneath. Carefully, I shaved down the underside. Andy was perfectly capable of doing it himself, he just liked help because I did a better job in the back.

Once I was done, I inspected him for any patchy spots. “There you go, Officer, now you’re all set to go take on the enemy and what not in tip-top style.”

Andy’s bright, blue eyes glimmered merrily. “Thank you.”

I wiped Andy’s razor clean and handed it to him. “You’re welcome.” Using his bizarrely long arms, he was able to set the razor in its place without leaving the basin. He leaned towards me, clearly intending to kiss me, and I shied away, backing up. I was afraid my tusks might hurt him. They weren’t exactly dull.

Andy looked instantly hurt. “What’s wrong?” I gestured to the obvious: my face, currently equipped with weapons of war. His doing, as a matter of fact.

Andy smiled gently. “Just hold really still, it will be ok.” I was terrified. One false move and I might take out Andy’s eye. I was much stronger than I was normally, I wasn’t used to controlling so much power.

I froze as Andy cupped my face and rested a thumb on one of my tusks. Slowly, he leaned in, and I closed my eyes, paralyzed with fear. I felt Andy’s lips press firmly against mine, his nose just brushing mine, before we broke apart. His hand was still on my face.

I opened my eyes, and Andy was smiling. “I’m not afraid of you. I love you. Now let’s rinse that cream out of your hair.”

As I leaned forward and closed my eyes, feeling Andy rinsing my hair, I felt an incredibly warm feeling in my chest. No one had ever kissed me when I was, well, toothy. Andy could look me in the eye, when I knew my eyes must look very strange, and still tell me he loved me. I felt a few tears of happiness squeeze out from between my closed eyelids.

Notes

Eliza's tusks vary in size, but at their largest, are about the size of a warthog's.

Comments

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SmuttyPariah SmuttyPariah
4/15/17

I've waited right to the end to comment. I loved this so much. I love all the characters and if this site would let me vote loads, I would. I wish it were more like wattpad in that respect. I've read the first chapter of the next installment and I can't wait. I'm super excited.

xPockyCookiex xPockyCookiex
4/7/17

@Teja

yay! so glad you like it so far!

anathema anathema
3/26/17

@smutty pariah

*snorts at you* ;0)

anathema anathema
3/26/17

Yes, can't wait!

Teja Teja
3/26/17