Guts and feelings

by MulberryTree (PhantomCupOfTea)

Summary:

Cats expose their bellies as a sign of trust and affection, and so does a strange creature such as herself.

Notes:

I don't usually do ero guro or guro in general but the idea was far too good to not write, yes title is a pun. Human form Paracelsus for my sanity.

She was so close to fainting, the pain was unbearable, to be exposed to air in that way, it was far too cold and the wound from her clavicles down to her navel stung. And yet, her dearest was so careful, so gentle, touch and voice keeping her awake.

Her head was spinning, eyes almost blacking out, ears stuffed full with cotton. It was so painful, staying like that and slowing regeneration as much as possible. A kiss on her sternum, on the bone, her heart beats faster despite the blood loss.

Gentle words, his voice almost breathless, calling her beautiful. It's been so long since Paracelsus even considered seeing her in such a state. The past years he was far too scared, not even drinking her blood. Not that A.B.A was sad because of it, he promised to be by her side and make an effort to be happy together. He's not drinking her blood, despite the bloodied lips, he's almost delicate holding and touching, kissing.

Hands that felt warm, they should not, her inner temperature should be warmer, this was going on for too long, longer than it should. Her body felt cold where it shouldn't be, and yet, the mild heat down her very open and exposed guts, down to where the wound didn't reach beneath her navel.

She could ask for more than just hands, he would deny, of course. Paracelsus was too focused on being careful, on touching, he'd call her mad and complain about how even with her organs exposed to air she would still crave . It's not like she could help it, not when her darling husband is taking her apart with bare hands.

Another kiss, on her ribs above her beating heart, A.B.A gasps. She can barely breathe, head dizzy and spinning. Paracelsus looks a little worried, she's likely too pale, in a cautious voice he asks if she wants a blood pack. 

All that is good can't last forever, she weakly nods, gentle hands again pushing all back into place, putting all the layers back on where they should be. Something on her lips, the metallic taste, a kiss on her temple.