Title: Wet Dragon Dreams
Chars: Heather and Kuroshi from Without Light.
Length: 1,000 words.
Warnings: Pointless, fluffy smut. Big kids only please. One of the characters, if you havent read the original series, is anthropomorphic, just so you know.
Summary: Heather and Kuro have a moment of each other-obsessed insanity out in the garden- Naked. Yumminess ensues.

Disclaimer: this is AU and will NOT happen in the true series. NEVER happened, and never will. Crystalynn wrote it because her fans asked. Period.

Wet Dragon Dreams

She was running through a meadow with Kuroshi at her side, hands clasped together. Birds twittered above as the green grasses tickled below, and she knew, vaguely that she was not even dressed, but neither was he, and that just made it all the better.

She was the one to trip, but he tumbled too, and caught her in those powerful black wings and athletic-built arms. The world stopped spinning from the fall and he was all that was left, laying back beneath her with a smile on that glorious face. "Idiot," that cocky grin teased, and he made

to say something else, but Heather swiftly cut him off. He tasted just like he'd smelled, like a brisk hot mint tea on a warm summer's day.

The sun bathed their bodies and gentle winds played with their hair, but neither lover noticed. Each only saw the other, felt the other: loved the other. His wings wrapped around to pull her close, and Heather didn't even care when those smooth leather tails wrapped around each of her thighs, coaxing her legs open, exactly how he wanted. One hand on her face and the other slid down to her hips, Kuroshi kissed her fiercely, tugging downward all the while. The pressure bit almost painfully, but she couldn't care. He thrust his tongue in her mouth and she only slid her eyes closed, letting her weight force her to swallow every inch of his heat. The sensation was nearly overwhelming: painful yet perfect, all wrapped into one, and he didn't stop kissing until she pulled back and forced her hips down. His gasp was something new: something beautiful, and oh, so worth every ounce of the pain. Those eyes pried themselves open, tears along the bottoms, but they swam only with pleasure: only with desire for her and only her.

"I'll mark you now," he had breathlessly offered, and "Yes, you will," was all she said back.

He threw his head back with a shuddering breath and rocked his hips upward, using those tails to support her weight and at the same time keep up the rhythm. She wasn't going anywhere, ever, for as long as he lived. "You're mine."

"Yes." She wasn't even speaking, but gasping, with those gorgeous eyes locking on his and pain bitten back on her lips.

"I want you."

"Yes."

"I need you."

"Yes."

"I'm going to-"

"Ohh!" She threw that pretty head back and that brown hair bounced up on either side, as if dancing with the sweet little motion of her perfect white breasts. But Kuroshi missed all of this, his eyes screwing shut with the pulse of release. He could feel her, wet and full atop him, and knew it must have hurt, but she showed only desperate satisfaction, diving down to kiss him again as their lust dribbled back out, coating the insides of their tightly joined hips.

The feel only seemed aroused Kuroshi further, and he rolled over this time, reversing their positions in order to pound his possession so much deeper into her. Heather found herself flat on her back, the soft grass underneath and his powerful, glorious body on top, forcing passion right where she wanted it. He would go on for hours, she knew, but it was hard to hold back with his tongue in her mouth and his lower half mimicking each rhythmic, wet thrust. Being so completely filled: enveloped in his protection with their bodies entwined at the pique of intimate perfection made even thinking impossible and breathing difficult at best. Pleasure burst into her body with every sweet move, whether pulling back or thrusting in, and she threw her head back, groaning with pain as he released her kiss and bit into her neck. She hoped she might die, just seconds after orgasm: moments after the most perfect completion she'd ever feel in this life.

With her blood on his lips and her name in his heart. That was enough. He was enough. Intense and powerful: too much for her with his perfect, rocking hips. Maybe the stress would kill him too and they could both just die together, lying in the center of this garden of springtime life.

But it didn't. Neither died, though Heather thought she might, with the breathless pain of what had to have been her third pique of pleasure. He finally seemed sated, and so lowered his head to bury his face in her hair, still trembling with the aftershock of his own final quivering thrust.

He mumbled something into the side of her neck, and Heather just silently smiled. It sounded a bit like "You are so perfect," but she didn't honestly care what he'd said.

"I love you too," was her snickered reply, and he let out a sigh, heavy and filled with some sort of sweet satisfaction.

"Fine." Kuroshi sat up, still unwilling to even pull out. "You're my favorite, okay?"

"I'm your only," She smirked.

"Only," he scoffed.

"Forever," she finished.

And he narrowed his eyes, but still took the bait. "'Til you finally die."

"Uh huh." she lay back, staring mischievously off at most likely nothing. "And when will that be."

He sighed resting his head back down with his face in her hair. "Just like I said: eighty million years."

"Hmm, I guess that's good enough for me."

"Yeah," He absently sighed, "I'll try to be good enough too."

"Nope. That'll never work."

"Bitch."

"Asshole."

"Let's go one more time?"

"No, two."

"Three."

"Okay that's good."

"Yes, you are."

"Oh," Heather sighed, "don't worry. I know."

The End.

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