*I don't own Jane and the dragon or its characters
This fic was written for anon. Hopefully they will like it.
What stood before great beauty, and sincere adoration was form. The great distinctions between them made what felt natural, to be an object of scorn; dangerous to even dare speak it. Though, even on such a cool, crisp night, which opened the way for certain allowances, they found themselves lacking in conversation. With his great tail wrapped around her, she felt his warmth everywhere, and she did not know where she started or ended. In the past, Jane had dreamt of these moments, when there nothing else, but them in the vastness of the world about them.
Had there ever been such a night, as clear, the moon as luminous, or the stars as brilliant? Yes, and hidden in the shadows, were the slight shifts of expression. "Dragon, you have been awfully quiet tonight."
"I have a lot on my mind is all."
With her calloused hand, she brushed over his scales in calming motions. "Will you not tell me?"
"Perhaps some other time short life. I should be taking you back to the castle soon."
"Alright," and she raised her wide, trusting eyes to him. "but this is not over."
No, it was not to borne; how long could they continue like this? A fantasy that they could ever be truly happy?
The shapeless girl who dared slay the dragon was long gone, having been replaced by a prettier, shapely one of twenty summers. At first Dragon thought this childish inclination to protect his shortlife was from duty and natural, familiar affection, but the she knight had other plans. And what started as a joke, flourished into a lifelong devotion. In thanks for her affections, he provided an elixir; very rare, and it only took a drop to do the job. Tonight, glorious, and inviting, she took a drop and became loves true form.
At first, it had scared her, almost breaking a friendship as great as theirs, but Jane was strong, and learned to endure it; at least for a whole night, until she understood how to get the desired results. As usual, they soared the skies, gliding, in harmony with everything and nothing; dancing to the rhythm of their hearts. Though, when Dragon had attempted a few twists and turns, which shook her about, she returned to her original form. And then she was falling, though she felt no fear, but having caught her, he hold her close, but with care. "You could have been hurt Jane."
"Perhaps, but I knew you would catch me."
"That is not very funny."
"Oh, let's not quarrel lizard lips."
"Fine, but you better not try that again."
With a smile, she pressed a kiss on his claw, "Let us go home Dragon. " her voice once again small, coming from a very human chest.
His nervous chuckle, reverberated through her, concerned, and self conscious that they were once again separated by physical form. Though, what else were they to do, but to continue as they did.
"Whatever you say Jane."