Your Arms Are My Cocoon Novels & Stories

At that moment I became that lost girl that is sad at all life is throwing at her. I fell asleep, feeling so comfortable in that spot where I could be myself. Riley. I fell into a deep slumber in my dream, and later, as I stirred in that sleep, I felt myself cocooned in the warmth of thick strong arms. Arms that held me close, shielding me from the cold and all of life. At that moment, I felt warm. Safe. Like life could throw all it’s got on me, but it won’t get to me. Like these arms would shield me from everything.

Before I knew it, I had thrown myself into his arms. His palm was broad. He pressed one to my waist and pulled me closer. A weird sense of security wrapped around me. I couldn't tell if his chest was too warm or whether he smelled too familiar. Maybe it was even the strength of that hand at my waist that held up my trembling body. "Lulu… she's gone. I've already asked the doctor to pull the security footage." I tilted my head up, tears blurring my vision. They kept streaming down my face. "Don't be afraid. Lulu will be okay. I'll look for her with you." Ewan's arms tightened around me as he stroked my hair to soothe me. Maybe it was how certain his voice sounded, but it somehow steadied me.

It was a picture of the vast Effucca plains, with wild buffaloes galloping across the grasslands. Untamed. Free. The moment I saw that photo, I knew it was from Ross. That encounter in Fellaton might have been the last time I would ever see him. We had both moved on to new lives. "Mommy, I want a hug." When my daughter's voice echoed in my ears, everything from before seemed to fade away. The past, Ross, and all that came with it, no longer mattered.

I woke up feeling warm and toasty, like I was wrapped in the safest cocoon in the world. There was a stillness around me, a serenity that made me want to stay in that exact position forever. Slowly, my senses kicked in, and I realized why I felt so incredibly secure—Dante’s arms were wrapped tightly around me, holding my back against his chest. He was flush against me, his body heat melting into mine like it belonged there, like he was built to shelter me from everything outside these walls.

Theirs is another world in which we don’t fit. I turned back to look whether he is done with his conversation or not when an awful sight caught me. It’s Amy in a pink cocoon like jacket which is fleece, shearling and fluffy faux fur. I glued to where I am. She looked surprised. Eventually, the smug made appearance on her face. “Sista.” Her eyes grew wider which abruptly changed the expression. She took a step back, “Are you stalking us?” She questioned.

The other arm wrapped tightly around his back, holding him as if he were something precious, something fragile and vital that needed safeguarding. This closeness was no longer forced. It was chosen. It was sought. It was the only answer to the desolation of the dream, to the cold logic of the siege outside. In the heart of the mountain, in the deepest hour of the night, they built a sanctuary not of stone, but of shared breath and intertwined limbs. The fear wasn’t gone. The enemy wasn’t vanquished. But for now, in the silent, steadfast circle of each other’s arms, they were safe. They were whole. They were home. —-

Or that one of the monsters got through. But there was nothing. Finally, I could move my arms again but when I pulled them forward there was a severing pain beneath my shoulder blades. As if they were being wrenched from my spine. I screamed and fell to my knees. Trying to reach my back where the pain came from. But as I did, I saw one huge black and green wing folding over my face and shielding me from the chaos surrounding me. Until I was in a cocoon of silence. When I tried to touch the spot where that pain came from, I met a sheet of feathers that I couldn’t reach through. But each time I moved my arms the wings wrapping me floated up before encircling me again.

Warmth. That’s the first sensation that filters through the haze of sleep. Not just the warmth of the sun spilling through the slightly parted curtains of our hidden coastal cottage, painting stripes of gold across the simple wooden floor. It’s the warmth radiating from the solid wall of muscle pressed against my back. The heavy, possessive weight of Ace’s arm draped over my waist, his hand splayed possessively low on my stomach, fingers twitching faintly even in sleep. His breath is a steady, warm rhythm against the nape of my neck, stirring the fine hairs there. For a long, luxurious moment, I simply exist within this cocoon. Safe. Sheltered. *His*.

She leaned her head against his shoulder, feeling the warmth radiating from him, a stark contrast to the coldness of her fears. “Just stay with me,” she murmured, closing her eyes and breathing in his comforting scent. “Please.” “Always,” he replied, wrapping an arm around her and pulling her close. “You’ll never have to ask me that again. I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.” In that moment, cocooned in his embrace, Lune felt a flicker of hope reignite within her. The road to healing would be long, but with Arlo by her side, she was ready to face whatever came next.

The soft fabric acts as a barrier against the outside world, muffling the clamor and providing a semblance of security. I retreat deeper into the safety of my sanctuary, seeking refuge beneath the layers of protection that shield me from the chaos outside. As I sink into the cocoon-like haven, I feel the tension that has gripped my body begin to loosen its hold. The soft, rhythmic sounds of my breath are muffled by the comforting covers, lulling me into a state of tranquility. The knots of anxiety that have taken root within me gently unravel, and I am enveloped in the warmth of the blankets. I feel a sense of security and familiarity wash over me, like a tender embrace that provides the sol