Rebecca flew up in bed. She’d had a nightmare again…they had slowly begun to be more frequent – probably because it was the same time of the year again. Her stomach began to hurt and churn with nausea at the mere thought of what had happened. She felt something stir up under her arm. Large green eyes looked up at her.
“I’m sorry, Tyr…did I wake you?”
He blinked and laid his head across her lap. She ran her hand gently over his scales and he began to make a noise that sounded like purring. She leaned down and rested her face against the warm scales, her hair falling across her back like a curtain. She sniffled lightly, she didn’t want to ask anything else of him – he was already watching out for her so often these days.
She blinked when she felt the warm scales turn to warm skin. It was as if, perhaps, her mind had been read by her dragon yet again. His ebony locks fell across his forehead.
“Was the nightmare…?” He began and Becca fumbled for an answer.
“It…doesn’t matter.” She murmured, tucking herself neatly under his chin.
“Yes it does, Becca…you need to get it through your head that I’m always going to be with you, no matter what happens in the future or what happened in the past.”
Sometimes, he would go into his human form simply to either express himself or to give Becca encouragement.
“Tyr…I am truly blessed to have you…and I know that now.” She said in a small voice.
Then, he did something unexpected.
Softly, sweetly, he sat her across from him and tilted her chin up, brushing away the small tears that had pooled and spilled as he had held her. Her cheeks dusted a faint pink. He smiled gently and proceeded to feather over her cheekbone with his thumb. He didn’t even really know what he was doing, either.
“Close your eyes.”
“Yes ma’am.” He said, his gorgeous green orbs sliding closed.
Her heart pounded furiously against her ribcage, her hands shaking as they wound around his neck, pulling him down. He didn’t open his eyes either. She leaned in, the gap between their lips just millimeters apart, his sweet breath against her face.
“Tyr…I love you.” She murmured and closed the gap. His lips were warm and still at first, hers soft and resting on his. After a moment, though, his lips responded gently, brushing against hers with a little more force. His hands gripped her waist with a light touch, not wanting to scare her into a flashback. It was, nevertheless, her first real kiss. The assailant from two years before hadn’t even kissed her. No, he just raped her.
When they broke for air, Tyr was smiling. She went to hug him tightly, her smile fading gently.
“I love you too, Rebecca.”
She looked back up, her smile building. He laid back down, holding his arms out to her and she gladly laid beside him, nuzzling into his chest.
“Will you still be here when I wake up?” She murmured and he smiled.
“Of course. I’ll always be by your side.”