Now a little post traumatic stress for all you smut lovers. Ahh I love midnight inspirations, don't you? Don't forget to post a comment and review! I greatly appreciate it.

Crocodile Rock by Elton John

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Sitting up sharply I gasped for breath, pulling myself off the mattress to dry heave by a mound of rubble. Thankfully I didn't throw up. But strained breaths and hiccups through tears and snot I was on all fours with my eyes pinched shut.

Blood was everywhere. I liked the taste, salty and sweet on my tongue as I turned to the last piece of human trash opening my mouth to—

"Nightmares?" It was less of a question and more of a resigned statement as he sat up and watched me from the mattress. I rubbed at my face, going to the water's edge to wash my face but the tears kept coming.

How could I face him with such a face?

So weak.

I hiccupped softly as I sobbed and I felt a hot warm hand on my back, a shadow looming over me and I covered my mouth with my hand.

"You got it bad."

"I don't want to remember."

"No point. Best be at peace with it…or it'll eat you up inside." He was trying, in his own way, to comfort me and I finally began to settle down a little. Leaning back into him I stared at my reflection in the water, I could still see the blood.

"It doesn't bother you…killing people?"

"They aren't 'people'. They're sacks of meat and bone, nothin' more." Was Waylons harsh reply and it burned in my heart because I knew that, for people like us, it was true. To some degree.

"Am I a…a…meat sack?" My voice shook and he huffed a breath through his nose which rustled my hair.

"You and I…we're that only ones that aren't." Pulling his hand back I rubbed my tears away and I looked up at him now as he too seemed hypnotized by his reflection.

"Waylon."

His eyes flicked to me and they were unreadable. "What did you say?"

"Waylon. It's your name. I like it better than Killer Croc because only you are Waylon Jones." I didn't break eye contact with him for a few seconds and I looked out at the water now. "Can you teach me how to swim?"

"You want me to teach you how to swim?" He sounded incredulous and I smiled a little pulling myself to my feet.

"I want to. Will you?"

"Hm." He stood as well then shoved me into the water causing me to yelp, I went under and clawed my way to the surface grabbing the edge of the island.

"You j-jerk!" I sputtered, pushing my hair out of my eyes and he was grinning.

"Lesson one: treading water."

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It turns out I was a natural swimmer, or at least an adequate one at least, and Waylon was a pretty adept teacher when he wanted to be. I learned how to tread water and diving, which was scaring at first, but he taught me to keep my eyes open as I swam or dove. Going back and forth through the underwater pipe with him waiting on the other side for me until I could do it on my own.

I also began practicing holding my breath, which I found was relatively easy, my longest was fifteen minutes but that didn't hold a candle to his half hour abilities. Finally exhausted and tired I laid on my back on the cool concrete with my wet clothes sticking to me a lazy smile on my lips.

"What are you doing?" Was his rumble as he fiddled with one of the piles of rubble, carefully moving it into the water to give us more space.

"Drying off. I don't want to get the mattresses wet."

"Is that so?" Dusting his hands off he stood up and walked over to me standing over me like a colossus. Just staring down at me as I tilted my head and I sat up.

"What?"

Without a word he lifted me by the arms and carefully with his clawed hands cupped my face. Just staring at me intently as if there was something on my face I felt a flush begin to build. Then it hit me. He was looking at my lips. Did he want to…? Could a crocodile kiss?

I put my hands on his wrists and slowly removed his hands from my face, putting them instead on my hips as I stood on my toes. My fingers tip toed up his chest and around his thick neck, all corded muscle, scarred and scaly as my claws gently scratched over his collar bone.

God help me.

I leaned in and he pulled away slightly but I pulled him back and on his dagger filled maw I planted a single kiss. My eyes closed as I turned my head and kissed his strong jaw, I felt his claws digging into my hips but my scales protected me as one of his hands slid down to cup my ass.

"Waylon," I sighed as I kissed his throat, just above the shock collar, and a low almost subsonic sound came from his chest. I kissed his collarbone and very gently nipped that spot, licking it with my long tongue.

"Better stop or I ain't goin' slow." Growling it I chuckled at the finality of his words before I took a step back suddenly very self-conscious.

"That's my thank you for teaching me how to swim." I wrapped my arms over my chest feeling my hard nipples chafe against the wet material. Shit. He reached out and pulled me close suddenly, so close I could feel what was budding in his trousers and Waylon held me tightly. Inhaling my hair he groaned and part of me was very excited, I could smell his arousal it was musky and funky as I let out a soft whine. "Waylon…"

"Don't make that noise, yer makin' it worse." He released me suddenly and began to walk briskly to the waters edge, speaking with his back to me. "I'll be back,"

Before I could speak he was gone into the murky water and I rubbed my forehead, exhaling softly as I sat on the edge of the mattress. What was I thinking? Egging him on?

Fuck I'm stupid.

I rubbed at my face and fell back onto the mattress, I had never felt that before, the burning ache in my belly. Was this arousal? I had never felt it before, when I was confined I dared not explore my own body despite what my hormones demanded.

Would we be compatible?

It felt like a steel knife in my windpipe and I was drowning in the words I wanted to say to him, what I wanted him to know. That I was terrified he would find me weak and leave me. Or worse he would use my body as a way of venting because I could take it and leave me.

Or worse…eat me.

Hot tears prickled my eyes and I turned onto my side curling my knees up to my chest. My fists tightening as I swore I wouldn't let that happen, I had done things that I couldn't go back to and I wouldn't let that hold me down. I would not let this bring me down like so many years had.