A/N: Hello. I'm baaaaaaaaacck. Haha.

Okay, so I can't lie. This was originally supposed to be..."mature", if you catch my drift. But I got to writing and one thing led to another and now it's all dramatic and emotional. I guess I can't escape my roots.

Enjoy. :)

- DemiiMayer

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THE DRAGON AND THE BUTTERFLY

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Their lips met and for a spilt second she thought she was doing it wrong. I mean, she had come all the way just for this—just to get kissed? Is this really what she wanted, or was she using him?

Or…was he using her?

They had their moments, their fights, her fair share of tears and heartbreak and "I swear to God I hate you"s.

She meant it. She meant every word she said the last time around—or what she thought was the last time around...but he was vicious!

Oh yes, he was just that. He was like romantic dragon. He was able to scare girls, poison girls, and kill them if he wanted to. Yet, he was just calm looking enough that anyone that stayed adequately far enough could stare for hours on edge.

Why did she have to be one of those observers? Why was she so brave? She kicked herself for being so fearless. Who really wants to love a dragon? He's dangerous, she knows. He is so, so dangerous. His ex knows, her friends' friends know, her own mother knows.

She kept kissing him and thought of the possibilities. Karma could have been it. Yeah, she thought. That was it. It was karma. She was very good for a whole 90 days and was getting something good in return. A sweet little gift from his lips was all.

"Um," she said backing away. "This...is awkward."

The boy opened his eyes. She knew what was next.

"Why?" he asked. "Why is it awkward?"

She looked down at her feet, her now short dark hair brushing her cheeks. "I…umm, don't know."

"You said that before!" The Dragon roared.

She took a step back. "Whoa. Joe,"

"What‽"

"Please,"

"What‽"

"Just...calm down."

"Or?"

He sauntered over to a chair and sat, crossed his left leg over his right. "You promised." He said, sounding tired.

Demetria decided she'd sit down as well. So, she took a seat adjacent to Joseph in a look-a-like chair. "I know,"

The two of them sat wordless for a bit. Demi listened to humming of the apartment ceiling fan and the air being pushed out of Joe's nostrils. Every fourth second, she'd see his chest rise from the corner of her eye. Only the corner because she was staring at clock.

22:29:22, 22:29:23, 22:29:24.

Tick, tick, inhale…tick, tick, exhale.

At 10:30 P.M. Joe stood, looked at Demi and said, "Demi, I'm leaving."

She watched him watch her for a moment.

"Why are you leaving?" she asked him. She was barely audible. Dragons were mystical creatures of course, but hers…Joseph, he couldn't leave her. Even if this was all a dream and she woke to find she had only been good a whole 89 days, she would not let him leave.

"Why am I leaving?" he asked, letting fresh sarcasm into the room. "Because I should stay, right? I should stay and baby-sit you and make sure you don't do anymore crap while I get nothing in return!"

She stared.

"Yes!" he sneered, "Yes! That is exactly what I want, Demi!"

Demi stared some more and was glad she was going to cry. She didn't have the energy to blink. "I don't...I don't want that for you, Joe. I just can't do...this right now." She finally blinked and looked down at her clothes.

He had roamed her body with his hands during the kiss. She felt it, she just didn't realize it until she implied sex was going to happen. It wasn't like she could deny it, though; even after sitting she could see her pants undone. The air still hit her hypogastric area. It was much, much more then a small gift.

She heard Joe's socks against the little red rug of the apartment coming closer. She looked up and found him at her face. They were nose to nose at this point.

"We did it before." He mentioned, his voice raspy and his breath caught. "You liked it."

Smelling the peppermint off Joe's mouth Demi moaned with her mouth shut. "I was seventeen." She leaned backwards in the chair hoping to smell some air that wasn't so inviting.

"So?" He leaned closer.

"I'm older. I'm better...I thought you'd be happy for me."

"Uh, I am."

"So why?" she got up from the chair, pushing Joe out of the way frustrated. "Why are you trying to get me to sleep with you? Can't I be old enough to not sleep with you?"

He looked at her just as frustrated as she looked at him. "That does not make any sense." He spoke. "Legal, unprotected sex is better than illegal, protected sex."

"Oh, of course!" she agreed, giving her animal a hand off the floor she pushed him on. "But they both suck if you're doing it with a guy who's pressuring you." She sighed. "I'm tired, Joseph."

Joe opened his mouth to spe—

"I'm tired of being the girl guys only want sex from! What was going to happen after I slept with you, huh? You gonna write me a song and call it a day? You gonna laugh it up with buddies down in 'Baton Rouge'? Oh, but why the hell would you throw in that much effort?"

Demi yanked Joe into her, fished through his pants and found his Trojans. She clutched his hand with hers, led him all the way down the hall —flying him past the hung works of Claude Monet and Da Vinci– and made a left to her bedroom. She leaned passed the door frame and grabbed the phone off its base.

"Here," the dragon heard her say. "Why don't cha just call up your girlfriend? I can walk in on the two of you having sex again."

-x-

Demi dropped the phone and the dragon watched it swing by the ringlets. Black, hard curls going side to side. Never bouncing. Just swinging.

Left, right. Left, right. Swing, swing.

Once he was irked by the busy signal, he hung the receiver back up, only to find his lover's wall was different. It was red before. Now: power blue.

In fact, the whole space was different. Nothing was as he remembered. He realized he was standing on yet another rug, only this one was fuzzy and cream coloured. Underneath it was laminate and above that more walls, obviously: One carnation pink, one tea green and the last Aureolin. A monarch butterfly lay the on yellow wall in all its purple and red painted beauty. In the centre, the past caterpillar...was Demi. Her locks were sprawled, her arms and legs spread, her face turned to the right.

She was beautiful.

"Joseph!" the human beauty called.

He whipped his head to her.

-x-

"You gonna answer me? What have you say for yourself?" Demi, annoyed, watched her dragon's knees go weak.

He folded himself onto the carpet, putting his head into his hands.

She watched. She watched him as his shoulders rose and fell and his lips made sobs and his mouth made weeps. She felt heavy. Dragons were strong and at least lions licked their wounds when the mouse turned away.

"Oh God, I'm sick. I am fucking sick!"

This dragon was not a dragon at all, she thought. Because there he was crying on her bedroom floor, washing his dirty, sinning hands with tears.

"I'm sorry," he wailed after repeating how sick he was a good nineteen times.

Demi got down on her knees and rubbed his back, trying to keep steady through his awful trembling. "It's okay." She told his ear softly. "I've loved you forever."

Bad, lazy ending, I know.

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