I don’t typically make myself known; a narrator has no place in such a personal tale. However, I am pinning this because my sister-in-law is currently arguing with a tiny dragon princess on how much explicit material ought to be included in this soon-to-be religious text.
This has been my life at least the last three hours. My sister-in-law is a very passionate individual. Aria is a dragon.
If I must write something, the two of them had a very lovely night together. Very cute and all that.
Now stop trying to get me to write my sister-in-law shagging you!
Myrtle “Mari” Innings
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I woke up to a slight pounding of the head and the soft, sweet smell of someone else very close to me. A beam of light cut across the room, revealing clothes tossed away haphazardly. Despite only faintly remembering how I returned, I remembered her kiss. Clear as moonlight. A gentle squeeze and the faint sound of snoring could be heard from underneath the sun-dyed bed sheets.
Wait. I knew that snoring.
I pulled back the blanket with my free arm, and I was greeted with Aria wrapped around me, like a cat on her favorite scratching post. Immediately memories of last night came flooding back, and I reminisced with a smile. I hope she remembered too.
Reaching out with my other hand, I gave her nose a soft poke. I watched her face contort as her gemstone eyes slowly opened to the morning light. The dazzling pattern was instead a mess of smaller diamonds, warping the light around them in a prismatic haze.
“Morning sleepyhead,” I whispered, trying not to startle her as she rubbed her face on my chest like a pillow.
There was a faint murmuring as her beautiful eyes closed again, content to laze and bask in our mutual warmth. She reminded me of a cat that the old mayor used to own. Big clingy ball of fur. She’d scratch you if you weren’t careful, but she was a delight to have around.
“Mmm…my head hurts…” she finally whimpered, turning to her side and trying to drag me along with her. She wasn’t trying very hard, but I had stuff to do rather than be her body pillow for the rest of the afternoon.
“H-Hey! I’m not your pillow!” I whispered, as she flopped onto her back. Our legs were still wrapped around each other, shifting about as she stirred awake.
“If you knew that you couldn’t hold your liquor, then why did you chug all that fancy booze?” I let myself have a free joke at her expense, but instead of laughing, she jumped out of bed, eyes wide in shock. I winced as her knee hit me in the shins by accident.
“Wait! So you…I…That wasn’t a dream, was it.” Her stutters turned even more frantic as I pointed to the garments flung carelessly across the room.
“I mean, unless you’ve gotten some new-fangled magical powers from being drunk, then no. That was most definitely real.” I let out a pained smirk. “Also, you’re naked.”
“Eep!” she screamed out, before throwing clothes onto herself as fast as her tiny arms could manage. It amazed me how fast and full of energy she could be when the situation called for it.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to, but I wanted to try having a drink and,” she began, quickly buttoning up her dress as my cheeky grin turned into frown. She didn’t mean to…?
“What do you mean?”
A silence fell in the room as Aria stood still, halfway done buttoning up her dress. We exchanged glances. It wasn’t the singular determination, or the brilliant prismatic halo of love I had seen last night. It was the eyes of a girl trying to come to terms with her feelings.
“I…I wasn’t too forceful, was I?” she whispered back and I burst out into laughter. She eyed me, dumbfounded.
“You’re a dragon! You should act a little forceful sometimes, swing that weight around a bit more. Heck, I kind of liked it for a change, watching you open up more and take charge,” I pointed out as she resumed buttoning her dress before dusting her ceremonial robes off.
“I don’t do it much, because when I act cute, it makes people happy. You know that.” Aria spoke innocently. Now that knew her better, I realized what she just said made no sense.
“No. I don’t.” I crossed my arms as her eyebrows raised. “If you wanted to do things just because it made people happy, you wouldn’t be here. You wouldn’t have kissed me. You wouldn’t be trying so hard to be where the church doesn’t want you to be. So excuse me if I don’t believe you anymore, girlfriend.” I blew a playful raspberry as I watched Aria’s slightly depressed expression turn into one of abashed embarrassment.
“I understand, but…” she stammered, trying to find her words through flushed cheeks before continuing. “Do you believe that people will accept that?”
“Maybe, maybe not.” I shrugged, wrapping myself in bedsheets. “That’s why you don’t trust the words of the random asshole on the streets who thinks you shouldn’t be dating a girl. That’s why you trust in your friends, right?” She slowly nodded, donning her shimmering robes once again before reaching over to open a window.
“Thanks Charlotte.” There was an embarrassed scratch of her head as she struggled to find her follow up, before she finally decided on an uncomplicated smile. “That was good advice.”
I gave an exasperated sputter as she giggled. “G-Good advice! Are you kidding me! I have three pieces of advice, ever! One, be yourself. Two, ignore lame-os. Three, shoot stuff and have fun. That’s it! That is not advice! That is ‘vice’ at best.”
Aria didn’t say anything, but instead tossed a bundle of clothing at my face. She was so cute.
Before we left, we suddenly realized it was probably a good idea to bath. After calming Aria down, the two of us were squeezed in a bathtub made for one. I was going to wash Aria first, since she was needed to be out there and speaking to all those churchgoers, and they weren’t going to wait forever.
“W-why did I get dressed in the first place…” Aria grumbled as I brushed against her skin with the washcloth, my legs wrapped around her waist. She kept her face away from me, no doubt hiding a blush.
“I don’t know? You got flustered?” I chuckled as I moved down to washing her arms. She let out an embarrassed squeak before she let run my hands against them. Her skin didn’t feel quite so cold anymore.
“Probably,” she said, raising her arms. “Hey Charlotte. Could I make a selfish request?”
I raised my eyebrows at first. “I mean you already made one last night…” I teased as her arm whipped away from me. She turned towards me, exasperated sputters across her flustered cheeks.
“Charlotte! Please! I’m trying to be serious!”
I recoiled for a moment before letting my girlfriend have her moment.
“I haven’t told anyone but Caen about this, but you know how dragons are supposed to be members of the royal family?”
I nodded, wrapping my arms around her for comfort.
“Right.” I saw her smile back, her fingers entwining with mine. “I’m only half. My mom had me out of wedlock.”
