the invisible dragon under the bed, V2.0
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lavandarlizard2Dragon see; dragon do. ^__^ I'm such a follower.
The morning after the last part. ^__^
(any wild typos will be blamed on either my coffee-drowned keyboard or the newest spawn in the house, Tekko Tora Neko)
BFB - Part 098a - Lab Rat
I woke up when I realised my toasty-warm wrap-around was missing and my butt was feeling a draft. Not that I snapped awake all at once; it began with a vague irritation. My butt was cold; this was annoying. Then I realised that my hair was all over the place; even more annoying, since getting it back under control would take a while. And that my left hip seemed to be glued to the bed. Ick. I cracked open one eye and reached a hand behind me at the same time. No Wyvern in sight in the room in front of me or by feel in the bed in back of me. I huffed a little and set about getting myself unstuck from the sheet and untangled from my hair. Of the two feet that we cut off last fall, almost a foot had grown back. I'd been thinking hard about cutting it again; short enough not to get stuck to the sheet along with my left hip. Maybe even up to my waist this time.
I was still finger-combing knots when Heero came through the bathroom from his room, fully dressed, with his cloak fastened around his shoulders. I flopped back into the pillow, remembering that I was supposed to be pissed at my overly-protective Dragon. Hey, you try staying mad at a guy who can make your toes curl, liquefy your spine and cause super-novas to go off at the back of your eyeballs. It ain't easy, believe me.
"What's going on?"
"Q has a conference call in half an hour; he wants me there."
I concentrated for a moment. "It's not even 0700 yet."
"Here; no. He's got Britain, France, Brazil, Slovakia, China, Africa and Australia on the fire; it's the middle of the night for some of them." He sighed and touched my cheek. "I'm sorry; I'd rather stay with you."
I pouted, trying to sound pissed. "Yeah, yeah, sure you would."
He gave me that laser glare above an evil smirk and reached under me to take hold of my hair and pull me up to meet his kiss. I let him; my hair is thick, and hanging onto as much of it as he had distributed the pull, so it didn't hurt. And I don't really mind his incredible strength. Not when one of his toe-curling kisses comes with. I came up gasping for air and let my head drop back limply. He nibbled and sucked his way from one side of my throat to the other and back again, until I was cross-eyed. Then he let me down onto the pillows again with a chuckle.
"Easily distracted, aren't you?" he smirked.
"Yeah... well... Just... just wait until I get my pheromones going, lizard boy; you'll be smirking out the other side of your... your..." He attacked my neck again and I lost my train of thought for a few weeks.
"I'll see you later, angel," he breathed into my ear. "Why don't you check in on Wufei? Tiffany says he's spitting nasty at not being allowed to go back yesterday."
"Okay..." I mumbled groggily. Whatever he wanted... I stroked his cheek with the backs of my fingers. "Later?"
"Absolutely." He kissed my forehead. "I love you, Chosen."
I recognised the implied "mine!" in that. At the moment, I didn't care; he could be as overly-protective as he liked, until that kiss wore off.
The morning after the last part. ^__^
(any wild typos will be blamed on either my coffee-drowned keyboard or the newest spawn in the house, Tekko Tora Neko)
BFB - Part 098a - Lab Rat
I woke up when I realised my toasty-warm wrap-around was missing and my butt was feeling a draft. Not that I snapped awake all at once; it began with a vague irritation. My butt was cold; this was annoying. Then I realised that my hair was all over the place; even more annoying, since getting it back under control would take a while. And that my left hip seemed to be glued to the bed. Ick. I cracked open one eye and reached a hand behind me at the same time. No Wyvern in sight in the room in front of me or by feel in the bed in back of me. I huffed a little and set about getting myself unstuck from the sheet and untangled from my hair. Of the two feet that we cut off last fall, almost a foot had grown back. I'd been thinking hard about cutting it again; short enough not to get stuck to the sheet along with my left hip. Maybe even up to my waist this time.
I was still finger-combing knots when Heero came through the bathroom from his room, fully dressed, with his cloak fastened around his shoulders. I flopped back into the pillow, remembering that I was supposed to be pissed at my overly-protective Dragon. Hey, you try staying mad at a guy who can make your toes curl, liquefy your spine and cause super-novas to go off at the back of your eyeballs. It ain't easy, believe me.
"What's going on?"
"Q has a conference call in half an hour; he wants me there."
I concentrated for a moment. "It's not even 0700 yet."
"Here; no. He's got Britain, France, Brazil, Slovakia, China, Africa and Australia on the fire; it's the middle of the night for some of them." He sighed and touched my cheek. "I'm sorry; I'd rather stay with you."
I pouted, trying to sound pissed. "Yeah, yeah, sure you would."
He gave me that laser glare above an evil smirk and reached under me to take hold of my hair and pull me up to meet his kiss. I let him; my hair is thick, and hanging onto as much of it as he had distributed the pull, so it didn't hurt. And I don't really mind his incredible strength. Not when one of his toe-curling kisses comes with. I came up gasping for air and let my head drop back limply. He nibbled and sucked his way from one side of my throat to the other and back again, until I was cross-eyed. Then he let me down onto the pillows again with a chuckle.
"Easily distracted, aren't you?" he smirked.
"Yeah... well... Just... just wait until I get my pheromones going, lizard boy; you'll be smirking out the other side of your... your..." He attacked my neck again and I lost my train of thought for a few weeks.
"I'll see you later, angel," he breathed into my ear. "Why don't you check in on Wufei? Tiffany says he's spitting nasty at not being allowed to go back yesterday."
"Okay..." I mumbled groggily. Whatever he wanted... I stroked his cheek with the backs of my fingers. "Later?"
"Absolutely." He kissed my forehead. "I love you, Chosen."
I recognised the implied "mine!" in that. At the moment, I didn't care; he could be as overly-protective as he liked, until that kiss wore off.
