Chapter 30: Dragon Heart.
Picasso sat on a bed, trying his hardest not to distract Zachee while she was working, but he had a hard time tearing away from the happy swishing her tail was doing as she walked around the room, plus, he was having to reign in the joke about wanting to play doctors and nurses with her, though, technically, she was the doctor, and he really didn't think he'd look that good in a nurse uniform.
In the end he lost the battle with the need to distract her, and despite the fact that Ice and the pregnant lady she was taking care of were both giving him knowing glances he slipped up behind Zachee as she was punching numbers into some kind of scanner and slipped his arms around her slender waist, making her jump and look up.
As her head came back he took the opportunity to lean down and kiss her mouth upside down, when they parted she gave him an upside down smile, "I was wondering how long you'd last," she said, leaning up to nuzzle the underside of his chin gently with her snout and then very very gently with her horn, he kissed her horn tip and then planted kisses down it, making her shiver lightly with each and every one, he couldn't help but enjoy just how sensitive something essentially made of bone was, plus, her horn was incredibly cute.
"Didn't want to distract you, but couldn't help it, you're just too damn pretty," he said, nuzzling the side of her face.
"If I'm honest, I'm glad you did because it was getting harder and harder to ignore you sitting there looking all pretty and not coming over and sitting in your lap," she said playfully, and he kissed the tip of her snout again.
Suddenly a voice filtered in from the main medical room behind them, "Hey, ladies, you seen a cute as hell human guy dressed in armor that some how makes him even hotter, got blonde hair?" the female and very familiar voice asked.
"Ummm, yeah, he's in there with Doctor Zachee," one of the pregnant ladies said, and a second later, Shey appeared into the doorway with a big smile on her face which promptly vanished the moment she saw Picasso and Zachee together in their intimate cliche.
"Ohh, umm, I guess this is a bad time?" she said, and Picasso instantly noticed a rather discernible note of sadness in her voice.
"No, just having a kiss and a cuddle with my lovely scaly doctor here and distracting her, what's wrong, do you need me for something?" Picasso said, making Zachee's heart swell at the pride in his voice, and as much as it did make her feel a little bad she couldn't help but feel a bit smug at the obvious disappointment in the young Draconis's eyes as she took in the fact that she'd so obviously lost this one to a Scalathor.
"Oh, nothing really, I just came to ask if you wanted to grab something to eat, but I see you already have a dinner date, so, I'll umm, just go and, umm..." Shey said, looking flustered, and Picasso instantly felt bad, her feelings had been hurt and he could see it, as full on as Shey was, he could tell that she was a good person underneath, she just didn't know how to handle humans, and it was clear that she so very desperately wanted one for herself, just like Zachee, just like Moodstone, plus, it was obviously difficult for her being a Draconis and her instincts and species mindset telling her one thing and her trying to use it and failing.
"Give me a moment, my scaly little love, I'll be right back, I promise, ok? I just need to have a little word with Shey, alright?" he said, and he saw a hint of worry in her beautiful eyes but a soft kiss on the lips quelled her fear and she nodded.
Picasso unwound his arms from around Zachee's waist and turned and beckoned Shey to follow him, the curious and surprised Draconis girl followed behind him, he lead her outside and away from listening ears.
"Shey, listen to me, alright, you're a good person, a nice person, and you are very beautiful..." he said.
"But..." she cut in, frowning, and he let out a deep breath.
"You're too full on for most humans, well, for the good ones anyway, you're a human hunter, right?" he said, and she flinched and then nodded.
"Yes, there's just something about your species that drives me crazy, you're all so pretty and soft looking, even the body builder guys like your Tank look soft to touch, and I want that, I don't like scales, or fur, I like skin, human skin, your facial features are so pretty and exotic to me, even now, after living among your kind for over a decade and you're one of the prettiest I've ever seen and I just wanted to impress you, so that maybe you'd pay attention to me and I thought that because you like reptile girls maybe I was in with a chance, but I see now that it was just another dream," she said, sounding very sad, and Picasso heard her insecurity ringing through her voice.
He stepped forward and placed a hand on her armored shoulder and she looked up at him, her horns briefly glinting in the moonlight and her snow white scales seeming to glow as the silver rays of light lit her, she looked like a lost little girl, granted a lost little dragon girl, but a lost little girl all the same.
He couldn't help but need to comfort her and to steer her, he wanted her to succeed in what she wanted, she's been on a planet filled with humans for over a decade and hadn't managed to get herself a male to call her own, it must be eating her away inside and he just needed to fix it.
"Look, I'm flattered that I caught your eye, I really am, you are a truly beautiful woman, but you're not my type, but you are someone's, there is a human out there just for you who is probably looking up at the stars right now whispering his silent prayers and asking the universe why he can't find his scaly angel and just wishing she would swoop down on him and carry him off to a happier life, but you need to learn how to handle us, thats all, we're not Scalathor or Draconis and while your approach may work on some humans, if I'm blunt, they probably won't be the type of human that will either stick around or ever be there in the morning when you wake up, and I'm sensing you don't really want that, do you?" he said, and she shook her head sadly.
"That's pretty much what happens to me all the time, I manage to bag myself a human and it turns out to be just for the night, I wake up alone in my bed and he's gone with not even a thank you note," she said both sadly and bitterly.
"Bars?" Picasso asked, and she nodded, he sighed.
"There's your first mistake, never pick up a human in a bar, the type you'll get want one thing and one thing only, now, if that's what you'tr after then fine, go for it, but if you're after something meaningful then you want them sober and alert, you want them making rational decisions, not ones you both regret later," he said.
Then Shey looked at him hopefully, "Will you teach me? I mean, you're a guy who likes us scaly girls, tell me how to get a good human to notice me," she asked.
"It's actually remarkably simple, stop treating them like you're hunting them, your full on attitude is going to drive the good ones away because you're going to make them nervous and afraid of you, it'll make them feel like they're going to be a conquest and nothing more, and most humans really don't like to feel that way, they want to feel like they matter, like they're special to you, like they're not an object or a thing," he said.
"I've never treated a man like he was a thing! Well, ok, maybe I did when I first got here, but then I was a naive little Draconis far from home and I didn't know any better and I tried to scag a woman's male from her and wound up in the hospital for it, but I've changed since then!" she said.
"Change is an on going process, trust me, I'm definitely not the man I was ten years ago, you've just got to learn how to woo a human, and that's as individual as the human themself, so I guess that's my first piece of advice, get to know the person first, don't just charge in and try to pretty much swoop them off, talk to them, get to know them as a person and learn their likes and dislikes, know them like a friend and you'll find that they open up to you and if you can see that they're paying attention to you be subtle with them, ask questions, if they're interested feel free to pursue them, but try not to be too aggressive, most guys like a woman with some fire in her belly and who knows her own mind, but like I said, they don't want to feel emasculated or like prey, so be gentle with them and tease them a little and before you know it they'll come to you," he said.
She brightened up and looked happier already, 'You think that could really work for me?" she asked, and he nodded.
"Yes, you follow that and have respect in yourself and pretty soon you'll have yourself a pretty human boy falling over himself to catch your eye," she said.
"But how do I do that?" she asked, and he was about to answer when another voice spoke up.
"I think I can help you there, but before I do, you'll have to promise me something," the voice said, and they both turned and out the shadows morphed Moodstone.
"Promise you what?" Shey asked curiously.
"That you're serious about this and that you're not just going to use it to break the hearts of innocent humans, humans take their love very seriously and it's hard enough for us human loving reptile girls to find themselves an open minded human willing to take a risk on one of us because of the reputation of how Scalathor men get treated without a Draconis making things infinitely worse for those girls out there like me or Zachee who just wanted a beautiful human to love for life," she said.
"That's all I want too! I might be a Draconis but I'm not like my sisters! I understand the equality and importance of sentient life," Shey said defiantly.
Moodstone nodded, "Never thought I'd say this to one of you, but come with me and I'll teach you what you need to know to get yourself a pretty human like him, but not him, he's off limits, he's got himself a scaly heart," Moodstone said, flashing a knowing smile at Picasso, who looked surprised.
"How did you know that? We haven't told anyone yet? Only Ice and everyone who's in the medical tent know, and they're not exactly running around telling the world that I've fallen head over heels in love with the pretty scaly doctor," Picasso said, and Moodstone grinned.
"Because your pretty scaly doctor reminds me of me in the early days of loving Tank, insecure as hell and worried that as soon as you step out of her sight that a light bulb is going to go off above your head alerting every girl with scales in a mile radius of you that you're a scale heart and they'll rampage to you and carry you off for a good ravishing," Moodstone said.
Picasso looked and felt confused, "Huh?" he asked, and Shey grinned.
"She's saying the good doctor is nervous and is spying on you from the shadows because she's scared I'm going to fly off with you and technically, the thought did cross my mind, but, like I said, I'm a good Draconis and would only fly off with a human who wanted me too," Shey said, pointing at the shadows behind Picasso that made an 'Eep' noise.
"Your learning," Moodstone said, and she put an arm around Shey's shoulders, "Now, come along and I'll introduce you to my Tankie and I'll show you how to speak to humans," she said, and, with that, she lead the young Draconis girl away toward one of the shipping containers in the stack.
"You can come out now, my little worry horn," Picasso said, and he turned to see a guilty and nervous Zachee emerging form the shadows, bowing her head guiltily and wringing her hands nervously, not meeting his eyes.
"I'm sorry, I-I-I wasn't worried about what you were going to do, I was worried that she might umm, jump on you or something," she said, trying to explain, and by her voice he knew she wasn't lying.
He walked up and drew the young Scalathor into a hug, "Come here, my little worry horn," he said, sliding his hands over her back and pulling her into a tight protective and reassuring hug that she returned, "She might have big wings, but I have a really big gun," he said, and she laughed softly into his chest.
"I'm sorry, I'm just so new to all this, and a big part of me understands how she feels, I mean, I've always liked humans just like she does, and, just like her, I'd always wondered how to get one of you to notice me without slipping into the stereotype of what my people are seen as," she said softly against his chest plates.
Picasso gently rubbed his hands up and down her back reassuringly, "Well, you don't have to worry anymore, my little sweet tail, you've won me over and you've won my heart, it's all yours now, so don't you worry that beautiful heart of yours, alright?" he said softly, and he lifted her snout and gently kissed her lips, instantly he felt her take hold of his head and she slipped her long tongue into his mouth and the pair reveled in the taste of the other.
When they parted Zachee took hold of his hand and began to pull him away towards the stack where a room had been made for both of them, one each actually, but Zachee was pulling him towards hers, she steered him inside and once she'd lit the little camping lantern which gave the makeshift room an odd blue glow, but it did make Zachee's scales glow and really bring out the little flecks of gold and green that were peppered throughout her scales and it literally took his breath away, "Oh, wow, you're radiant," he said, looking her up and down.
She beamed at him and looked up at his hair and eyes, "So are you, my beautiful human, your hair and eyes glow," she said, and he actually tried to look which made her laugh at him as he tried to pull his hair down to see it.
"By the great tree, I love you," she said, stepping up and kissing him while still smiling as she ran her hands over his face and reveling in the warmth and softness of his skin, then she looked up into his eyes and he saw something he hadn't seen there before, a burning desire and hunger, he suddenly saw the primal Scalathor in her soul trying to fight its way out to do some serious horn winding.
"I love you too, my scaly doctor," he said, and suddenly he saw her reaching for the clasps of his armor, which he knew wouldn't unlock for her.
"Take it off, please, I want to see you, I want to see my man, I've waited for so long for this moment and I don't want to wait any longer, I want to see my human naked," she breathed in a husky little growl that seemed odd coming from her lips, given how softly spoken she was, but Picasso couldn't help but obey, he'd been aching to see her too.
Picasso unlocked his clasps and, after lifting his smartgun down from its mounts, he removed all of his plates and stood in his under suit, with Zachee panting like a dog and flexing her fingers like she was holding back on grabbing at him.
"You want to take the rest off me?" he asked seductively, and Zachee almost leapt on him.
"Thought you'd never ask," she growled, her shaking fingers wrestling with the zips and hurriedly peeling it off him like a giant black banana skin, or like a human snake shedding his skin, and once he was free of it he stood feeling abashed and nervous, waiting for her verdict on what she'd worked hard to win, and a part of him worried that she was going to take one look at him and feel like she'd wasted her time, but she actually licked her lips with her tongue and her eyes darted all over him, "By the great tree, you're gorgeous, truly beautiful" she breathed in her husky voice, and his heart leapt for joy.
Her hands went straight to his chest and began to tremble as they began to drink in the feel of his warm soft skin that sheathed his firm and hard masculine muscle underneath it, "Oh wow," she kept saying over and over as her hands explored every single inch of him, till eventually, her hands found his most sensitive masculine parts, she was panting even harder now and her fingers lightly traced all over his now erect manhood, she gripped it a little too tight and it made him wince and she noticed.
"Oh, sorry, did my claws catch you?" she exclaimed, letting go, and he took her hands quickly so she didn't get disheartened.
"No, it's ok, my sweet tail, just don't grip it so hard please, it's kinda sensitive," he said, and he gently guided her hands and fingers, showing her how to hold it, and she happily resumed her playing, it was obvious that she both relished and utterly enjoyed his naked body, but now he wanted to to see hers, so while she was happily stroking him and teaching herself how to masturbate him by gently pumping his manhood, he began to peel her clothing off her after leading her over to the bed so she could sit next to him and wouldn't have to let go.
Soon he'd got her down to her underwear and she had green scales all down her belly and she leaned in and hugged him as he reached to remove her bra, and when the little white bra slid away it revealed her rather small breasts and he instantly saw the fact that she was self conscious and he instantly guessed that it was due to the size as she was an A cup.
So he literally decided to take matters into his own hands by sliding them up over her belly and cupping each of those beautiful scaly mounds into each hand making her gasp and stiffen in surprise and her nipples instantly hardened and poked up between his fingers, which allowed him to lean down and flick each one in turn with his tongue, making her make a truly delightful feminine squeak of pleasure and surprise, "Like that, huh?" he asked, looking up at her only for her to dive in and begin attempting to wind her horn into his hair.
He chuckled softly as her Scalathorian instincts kicked in and he allowed her to wind him into a deep and very loving and passionate kiss, but her hunger was obvious and he suddenly found himself down on his back with his little komodo dragon on top of him, growling away happily and very wantingly.
"I think I've got my little love lizard a little hot under the scales, haven't I?" he said teasingly in her ear once he unwound his hair from her horn which she had managed to get wound into his hair before nipping and nibbling the scales all around the channel which made up her ear, he heard her growl and as she did he saw her tail end come up and saw a chance, so, with a swift movement, he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and yanked them down, using his feet to help catch them once they went beyond his hands but, somehow, they got hooked up on one of her tail fins and he was now presented with the supremely cute and also highly erotic sight of her panties hanging from the tip of her tail and swishing about like a flag.
Zachee, however, was utterly oblivious to the sex flag she was waving as she was utterly lost in the bliss of being utterly scale to skin with her beautiful human male, after the utterly incredible thing he'd done to her small breasts with his hands and tongue her engine was revving right up, her whole body was utterly screaming for him, "I think it's safe to say my little sex lizard wants to sample the delights of humanity, doesn't she?" Picasso purred in her ear, sending a tingle flurry fright for the back of her skull all the way right to the tip of her tail, making her little pink flag wave around.
"I want my human, I fucking need my human," she growled, and her heart thrummed in her chest and a deep feminine growl broke from her and Picasso ran his hands down her back before enveloping her small buttocks in each hand and squeezing enough to make her tail lift all on its own.
"I think your tail wants me to see what delights it's hiding, now, I think it would be awfully impolite of me to ignore it, so, why don't you sit up turn around and let me see what's hiding under it?" he purred, making her heart bounce around in her chest, she'd heard stories of the legendary things human males did for their mates and he was offering them to her, oh, she was going to relish every second of this.
Zachee got up to straddle his chest before turning around so he had her tail running up his face, reaching out with his hands, Picasso pulled her back by the hips till he was looking right up under her tail and, oh, the sight of her sent his hormones and his heart bouncing about in joy, he had never seen anything as erotic as he could see right then, she had a perfect heart shaped little bum covered in perfect deep blue scales, right under her tail she had a little diamond of green scales under her tail that ran right over her anus and down on to her womanhood which was hovering right over his face now, with a little guidance, he maneuvered her down so those incredibly soft scaly lips met his and he planted a tender kiss on them, making her growl and her tail swish over his face.
"Ohh, more! Give me more!" she growled wantingly, and Picasso relished her instincts unleashing, but the fact that she was holding herself in check because she wasn't trying to dominate him, he was guiding her and offering these things to her, she was simply relishing what he was giving her.
Picasso leaned up and pulled her down so her lips connected to his and he slipped his tongue in between them, instantly the sweet spicy taste of her exploded on his tongue and in her head the pleasure of having a hot wide flexible human tongue slathering and worming its way inside her hit her and Zachee's back arched, pushing her hips down and creating a perfect seal between their lips, she also noticed his wonderfully exotic human maleness waggling around in front of her like it was both taunting and inviting her, and a delicious thought ran through her, if he could taste her and give her this wonderful human pleasure then why should she not taste him and try her best to return the favor?
So Zachee leaned forward, cocking her hips forward, which actually gave Picasso even more access to her and he took full advantage, and fresh pleasure the likes of which she had never even dreamed of burned through her as his tongue wormed its way ever deeper and explored her, making her moan and growl and her little flag was waving very happily.
She seized hold of his waving manhood and reveled in the feel of it, of that hard solid muscle covered in beautiful soft silky flesh that filled her heart with joy every time she touched it and, oh, then there was the heat, his blood felt like it was on fire and she utterly loved it and the anticipation of having this boiling flesh shaped missile inside her was almost too much for her to bear.
She leaned down and rubbed it all over her snout, utterly worshiping this utterly beautiful part of the man she loved, she coated her snout in the glorious scent and fluid that leaked from it and the pure primal sense of want and need burned in her loins. which currently had a hot squirming human tongue worming and slathering over every single bit of her exposed feminine flesh as well as the flesh that wasn't exposed, she coiled her long tongue around his manhood and, using the motion she'd been taught with his hand, she began to use her tongue to pump his manhood until she realized she could use her mouth to achieve the same thing, so, opening her mouth and being careful about her rather sharp little teeth, she inhaled his manhood into her mouth and reveled in the feel of it scraping along the roof of her mouth.
From underneath her she felt his whole body shaking and trembling under her and she loved it, that little feeling of control over his pleasure, but then he had the same control over hers, didn't he, if she took away, so could he, but it still gave her a little thrill but more because she had the power to give the man she'd fallen hopelessly in love with such supreme pleasure and that made her feel powerful, especially when she was sat on his face with her whole being being appreciated by him.
She began to suck whole heartedly on his manhood, relishing the salty flavor and lapping at the little beads of nectar that kept leaking from it and his soft moans made her womanhood vibrate and sent thrills through her that traveled right up her spine, making her suck even harder.
The pair of them worked hard on the other, Picasso's tongue had wormed its way inside her and was coating her sensitive feminine flesh in hot human saliva while she coated his manhood utterly in her feminine Scalathor saliva till neither of them could hold on a second longer, with her breaking first, clamping his head in between her thighs and squeezing a bit as her whole body went ridged and an utter explosion came flashing out of nowhere and made her squeal with a mouth full of his cock, sending thrill and vibrations all through his sensitive masculine flesh and causing him to suddenly arch his back and thrust his hips, sending an explosion of hot glory into her mouth, coating every bit of it with his thick glorious and very tasty seed.
Zachee suddenly, in the haze of utterly mind melting pleasure, realized she had just developed a fetish, she utterly loved both the feel and taste of Picasso's manhood in her mouth and she knew that she would be using every opportunity to perform this act for him, she couldn't get over just how much she adored the taste of this, let alone the feel of it in her mouth.
She collapsed on his body and panted hard as her pleasure robbed her of her strength, she had never in her life felt anything like it, Zachee wasn't a virgin but never in her life had she experienced pleasure like this, granted, she had only ever mated with a member of her own race before and, to be fair, she had taken pride in the fact that she had treated her partner with kindness and respect, she hoped in the dark corner of her mind that this male who was panting beneath her causing her body to rise and fall as he took deep gulps of air underneath her was her reward for that kindness, that he was her divine reward for being a good and gentle woman, her very own human angel to love her and take care of her.
Slowly, she crabbed her way around so that she found herself facing him and was face to face with him again, and she could see his entire face was shiny as it he had been coated in her juices, but that didn't stop her angling her snout so she could wind her horn into his hair again, reveling in the feel of the silken strands wrapping around her sensitive horn and enwrapping it and pulling his face to hers, locking their mouths together in a deep and very passionate kiss.
"I love you so so so much, please please, don't ever leave me, I couldn't bare it, now I know what human love is, I need it, I need you and only you to hold my heart and my hand, please, Picasso, please don't ever leave me, it would kill me," she said very quietly.
"Doug," he said, and she looked at him confused.
"Huh?" she asked, confused.
"Doug Fowler, it's my real name, and due to the Spirit code there are only two types of people allowed to know your real name, other Spirits and the one who is or will be your spouse, so, Doctor Zachee Twisthorn, right now I tell you my real name and I do hope you realise the significance of that, and I'm sorry I don't have a ring to present you, and I know it's real quick and it's real soon, but when you're sure your sure, and I am sure about you, so, no, Zachee, I will never leave you, in fact, what I'm saying is I want to keep you, for life," he said softly, but with such determination it took Zachee's breath away, and that's when the monumental point of what he'd just said hit her heart like flaming arrow, he'd just asked to marry her, he'd just asked her to marry him!
Zachee's heart began bouncing around inside her scaly chest like an angry wasp looking for a window or a determined moth in a warehouse filled with lamps, "Yes! YES! A thousand times yes! Oh, by the great tree, yes, Doug, I'll be your wife!" she exclaimed and wrapped her arms tightly round his neck like she was trying to become one with him, and the pair wrapped into a deep kiss.
When they broke, Zachee unwound her horn and began kissing all over his neck and under his beautiful human jawline, nipping at the sensitive nerves to make him lift his head for her, "Oh, by the great tree, I have never needed someone as much and as badly as I need you, I don't just want you, Doug, I need you, I utterly need your entire being and I need to be one with you, let me make love to you, Doug, let me show you my heart and my love," she growled softly in his ear, desperately seeking his permission to take their love to the next level, the level she'd suddenly realized she'd yearned for since the moment she'd laid eyes on him.
"Take me, my little love lizard, just, please, be gentle with me," he purred in her ear, and her tail began to swish back and forth, she had never been so utterly happy in her life, here she was, in the apocalypse, filled with undead and scumbag gang bangers, in the arms of an angelic human male who had not only saved her life but her very soul itself about to make love to said human for the very first time, and she couldn't be happier, ok, well, that was a little white lie, there was one way she could be happier, and only moments later once she'd worked out the proper position she felt the glorious heat and joy of his masculine human flesh spreading and grinding against her female Scalathor flesh, she now was as happy as she could be.
Picasso moaned so softly as she hilted him inside her and she gripped the top of his muscled shoulders in sheer delight at the incredible sensations his utterly alien manhood was creating inside her, she arched her back and swished her tail about, causing her insides to grind over his super sensitive flesh, she utterly reveled in the feeling of him and his hands gliding up over her hips before coming back down and gripping her rear in both hands which sent burst of pleasure and joy up through her and spurred her into motion as she began to ride him, suddenly all the things that Moodstone had said about humans made utter sense, they just had such a beautiful way about them, they took their love so utterly seriously but at the same time kept it fun and wonderful.
Holding on to her bum, he began to match her movements and drove himself deeper into her her, bottoming out against the neck of her reptilian womb and making her cry out in sheer blissful pleasure as his flared tip kissed the neck of her womb with every stroke, flesh and scales collided with such erotically beautiful wet sounding slaps from the coating of his sweat and their juices mixing and leaking from her, she couldn't help but revel in the utterly glorious sight of the naked angel between her legs and underneath her, as his hands came up to her hips and steadied her she had a wave of courage and, arching her back, she put her arms up and behind her head to show off her body for him and she utterly reveled in the look of pure joy, want, and desire in his eyes as he looked at her, this beautiful male utterly loved and wanted her, and she felt exactly the same.
Suddenly, like an assassin striking from the shadows, Zachee's orgasm came bursting out of the hidden depths of her belly and exploded like a grenade of pleasure inside her and she reared up and unleashed a roar of pure pleasure and joy, but given that she knew that her male hadn't had his yet she kept her pace going and rode through her pleasure, which only served to intensify it, which utterly worked for him too because it made her clench down so tightly on him that she literally tore his seed from him and it exploded like pure hot liquid joy right inside her, filling her to the brim in delightful hot pleasure that burned brightly inside her.
Zachee collapsed as her exhaustion caught up with her and Doug drew her into the tightest and most welcome hug of her life, she just needed it after that utterly beautiful display of love, and suddenly, she just knew why humans called it love making, because, with them, it was an act of pure love, one that made your heart simply ache in the happiness that you had made yours because you held something so beautiful and pure that you would do absolutely anything to never lose it.
"Thank you," she said softly as she reveled in the feeling of his warm hands stroking both her back and the back of her head.
"For what?" he asked, sounding a little confused.
"For choosing me, you know, over Shey," she said softly, in between kissing his neck.
He gently steered her face so that their eyes met, "That wasn't a choice in the same way that I choose to breathe, I love you, Zachee, and that wasn't a choice, it just is, and it's the most beautiful and wonderful thing, so don't you ever worry that beautiful and truly amazing mind of yours, I'm yours, my little scaly angel, and I always will be, and I couldn't be happier, I just asked a doctor to marry me and she said yes," he said, and she suddenly barked a laugh that made her whole body shake in his arms.
"But thank you all the same," she said said smiling at him.
"You are most welcome," he said as his little love lizard fell softly asleep in his arms.
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Reaper had drawn the short straw and had night time stag duty, or guard duty as it was also known, his girls had instantly tried to sign on with him but he'd insisted that they head off to bed and just have some time together, the time together part hadn't taken much convincing but the leaving him out of it really had, both of them had actually felt guilty about it but after a little explanation of the fact that there was nothing wrong with their love for one another and that the fact that they loved one another as much as they both loved him brightened his life utterly that he managed to convince them to head off to bed.
He strolled past one of the containers and he noticed both Moodstone and Tank having a rather deep conversation with the white scaled Draconis cop Shey, she was a fascinating one, he'd only ever seen one other Draconis before, and apart from in their home space, which they guarded jealously, they were incredibly rare, like Scalathor on steroids and speed, but from the snippet of conversation he heard as he strolled on past they appeared to be trying teach her how not to send every human she looked at running for the hills, and he chuckled to himself as he thought about how the Ghost Shadow was going to end up as the fucking love boat when they got back there.
Then, speaking of love, he noticed something that made him smile, he saw Xia hesitantly placing her bare feet into to Mark's lap in their room, she looked so shy and bashful, not to mention nervous, but Mark, who, apparently, had been speaking at length with Spike, didn't even hesitate he moved straight to her left foot and, picking it up, he began to rub her foot and as he watched her ears pinned back and her eyes closed, a look of utter bliss passed over her handsome features, she melted back into the couch and she let her young human take care of her and Aiden walked off, chuckling to himself softly, leave it to the apocalypse to really bring people together who, in the normal world, would have a hard time getting together, but here in a judgement free world all they had to do was survive and love, kinda ironic really.
"Hey, tell me something, why do they call you Reaper?" a voice said from behind him, and he turned to see one of the civilians who had also drawn the short straw on getting night guard duty, a young Asian human man called Glenn.
He was dressed in casual jeans and a serious over sized baggy t-Shirt as well as carrying a pulse rifle that he'd liberated from somewhere, "It's my codename," Reaper said, and the man nodded.
"Yeah, I get that, all you military guys do that, but you usually get a nickname like that because of what you do or because of the way you fight or something, so what is it for you?" he asked, and Reaper grinned.
"I could tell you, but then you wouldn't make it off this world, so tell me, do you really want to know?" he said, and the young man who looked about twenty if he was a day and now he looked rather startled as Reaper could be very intimidating if he wanted to.
"Heh, ummm, no, not really, it's cool if you don't want to say," he said nervously, and Reaper smiled and nodded.
"Good choice," he said.
"So, umm, do you guys do this a lot? You know, drop into a full on zombie apocalypse just to pull people out?" he said, and Reaper grinned.
"More often than you'd think or ever know, though, zombies is a new one on me, dealt with bio weapons, nukes, antimatter bombs, and a whole lot of other crap, but zombies are a new one," he replied.
"So, umm, are we going to get out of this?" he asked, and Reaper turned to face him and the man nearly bumped into him, stopping and backing up a bit.
"There a lot of things the Spirits have done throughout this universe, but there is one thing that no Spirit team anywhere has ever done, and that's fail, so don't worry, kid, we got you," he said, and that's when, on the night air, they both heard something that sent their blood temperature plummeting into the minuses, screeches carried on the wind, echoed off every surface, Xeno screeches.