Naga!Pythor x Reader

In Which Pythor is a Pretty Terrifying Driver, but not a Bad Dance Partner

    "My curiosity is insatiable." 

    Pythor scoffed, "And what if it would have gotten you killed?"

    "That would have been unfortunate." 

    You exited the alley, letting out a sigh of relief when you saw that your car was still in the small public parking lot. You fished for your keys in your bag, and unlocked it with the fab, starting for the door. 

    You felt Pythor's touch, a light feather stroke on your shoulder. 

    "Can I drive?" he inquired, smiling slightly but it was a very genuine request. 

    "Um, can you drive?"

    "Yes, that's what I asked." 

    "No, I mean do you know how to drive?"

    "I wouldn't have asked unless I did." 

    You looked back and forth between him and the keys. 

    "Please don't wreck," You placed the keys in his hand, fingers brushing across his cool flesh. 

    "The university is on the other side of the city, isn't it?" he asked. You nodded. 

    You walked over to the passenger side, moved your binders that filled the seat into the back, and sit down, pulling your card-pass out of your glovebox. 

    You soon discovered that while Pythor drove as smoothly as he walked, but he drove incredibly fast. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the armrest with a terror, watching the speedometer climb well over  ninety. He looked over at you and chuckled.

    "Please don't wreck," you squeaked. And watching a speed limit sign streak past, "And don't get pulled over."

    "I can easily outrun the police, dear, don't worry yourself." 

    "Oh, yes, that comforts me greatly," you grumbled. 

    Of course you got to the University in no time, and after directing him where to park you stumbled out of the car with jelly legs. He put a hand on your arm, smirking, "Come now, were you really that scared?"

    "No," You lied, "But give me the keys."

    He did, but insisted that he was driving back. You knew it would probably happen. 

    "Ok, so when we get into this building, if you see a dark haired woman with way too much make-up on, run. Her name is Cindy and she's dean of something important. She's been trying to force me to stay here and teach Serpentine basics instead of being out in the field. So I've been avoiding her like the plague." 

    "Would you have not liked to spread your knowledge?" 

    "Yes but she wants me to do it with her name plastered on it so she gets most of the credit, but before the Serpentine returned she told me that my research was useless and she wished the University would stop funding it, so I'm not real inclined to helping her." 

    "Ah, understandable."

    You slid your card over the reader and entered the building, keeping Pythor close to you as you basically jogged down the hallway. Music bumbled through the walls, a deep bass beat reverberating. 

    You entered your office, having to stumble over things for the light switch on the other side of the room. 

    Pythor shut the door, plunging the two of you into darkness except for his eyes. 

    "What is the music?" He asked. 

    "The perpetual Sorority party upstairs."

    You found the light switch, whirling in horror when you realized that everything had been moved. 

    "Messy, but detailed, I like it." Pythor purred, sitting down in your desk chair. 

    "No! No! Everything's been moved- Someone's riffled through it!" You started shuffling through a pile on the floor that was things that used to be taped on the wall. 

    "Sounds about right for humans" Pythor picked up a framed bracer. 

    You grabbed a box, emptied it, and started selecting things you wanted, it took you a while, but you gathered everything of great importance, with some guidance from Pythor. Apparently some of your cherished books were plentiful in the Serpentine libraries. 

    You finally found the riddle, printed in nice letters on falsely aged paper, buried under some old scrolls. 

    "Ha!" You said, placing it in Pythor's lap, "Here it is!" 

    He immediately perked up, eyes combing it hungrily.

    "What does it say?" You asked leaning over him. 

    "When the five tribes unite as one, the path towards the Devourer has begun." He narrowed his eyes, "My, how I hate cryptic things." He rolled up the paper and stuck it in the side of his satchel, "I'll gather the Generals I suppose, though I don't know exactly what to do from there." 

    You continued to look through things, Pythor humming softly, foot moving in rhythm to the swaying beat of the song that blared through the ceiling. 

    You sidestepped, swayed as an electric violin arched through the air. 

    You realized he was watching you only after you'd done it and you blushed furiously. 

    "Scared to dance to, love? You weren't bad at it," He said. 

    "I'm not good at it, though," you sighed, "I took lessons with one of the college groups, P.E requirements, but it's not like I've ever used it." 

    He rose with a grace, strolling over to you, "What kind of lessons?" 

    You were still blushing, "Simple stuff. B-basics." 

    He rumbled out a laugh, a deep sound in the back of his throat,"Well, leave it to a snake to get charmed by music." 

    He placed his fingertips on yours, pushing your arm back, and you stepped back with it. He moved with your steps, though with a litheness that you could never rival. After the first few stumbles you disregarded the complicated steps and procedures that you'd learn, simply reacting to him and avoiding the mess on your floor. The song, though muffled wrapped around your ears and struck your heart, and you would've been lost in it if you weren't so concentrated on your feet. 

    You shivered at the chill as he wrapped his fingers around yours, the drums struck faster, twirling you quickly as the song drew to a close. 

    In the moment of silence following your breath hitched slightly, downturned head basically touching his chest. Thinking yourself rude, you looked up. Your blush only flared brighter, you were now only inches from his face.

    Both of you froze for a moment, and you pulled back quickly, looking away. 

    The awkward silence ended as the next song started, Pythor regaining his composure in a flash, "Well, if that's all you need, then I suppose we should make our way back." 

    "Yeah," You said quietly. 

    You reached for the lightswitch. 

    Surrounded by your examples of desperate searching for Serpentine, and you'd just waltzed around you office with the last Anacondrai.