The Storm (SFW - Cozy)
A particularly bad storm rocked the cottage tonight. A Florida storm was nothing unusual. It was a daily, albeit often brief event, in the rainy season. But this particular system wanted to linger. The lightning flashes lit up the room and the thunder rocked the house. I eventually sighed and got up from my lab bench. The charm I was working on was proving more complex than anticipated, and I was tired and couldn’t concentrate with all the constant interruptions from the storm. I decided to fetch my tiny and go to…wait where did you go? I had left you on my lap last I checked, but you were no longer there…and a few quick pats around my robes confirmed you were not on me.
That was very unusual.
I carefully scanned the room before moving, not wanting to accidentally step on you. Eventually I heard it. A small, sad whimper coming from under my closet door. I quietly walked over, opened the door, and scanned the floor. I saw you hiding inside the front of one of my heels, your head down your knees quietly sobbing in the dark, the lightning from the storm not quite reaching you from inside the confines of my closet and heel, but there was no escaping the rumbles of thunder.
I turned the light on in the closet, shut the door, and sat down beside you. You cringed and covered your ears every time a thunderclap erupted. I took a hand down and rubbed a finger up against you gently while I asked what was wrong.
You told me it wasn’t the storm per say that was scaring you, rather the memories it brought back from before you met me. The times you spent alone outside, huddled under a park bench or a tree when a storm erupted out of nowhere. The rain pelted into you with no safe shelter in sight while the thunder and lightning erupted from the sky. Your clothes weren’t exactly normal after all. Even a few light raindrops were enough to ruin whatever scraps of cloth you could piece together. To say nothing of your feet that had to walk on the wet, muddy ground. Dry socks and footwear weren’t exactly luxuries an outdoor tiny could rely on.
I carefully wrapped my hand around you and brought you to my chest. I took slow deep breaths as I held you up to my soft pillowy breasts. The gentle rise and fall of my body slowly took away the paralyzing anxiety that shook you to your core. Your shivering stopped and you focused on the beat of my heart, my heaving breathing, and my calming words of praise and encouragement. I told you those days were gone now. You wouldn’t have to worry about surviving in the wilderness. You wouldn’t have to worry about the summer heat, the storms, the animals, the bigs.
But most importantly, you wouldn’t have to worry about being alone.
I continued holding you for several more minutes until the storm gradually came to an end and you calmed down, and not a moment too soon. I was going to sit there with you as long as it took, but my back could only take laying on that closet wall for so long!
With a yawn I carried you to my bed and set you on the mattress while I changed into my pajamas. I picked out the top that had a little slit cut into the fabric, providing you with a makeshift sleeping bag over my breast. I climbed into bed and tucked you into my little inside chest pocket as you laid on my *pillow*. I leaned forward and gave you a kiss goodnight. Guided by the sounds of the crickets outside, we slowly and gently dropped into a peaceful slumber together.