I should have predicted Percy’s reply.One of your three dishes?
I'll surprise you.
You have a limited menu, so I doubt I’ll be surprised. He added a smiley face.
Before he arrived, I cleaned my apartment that didn’t need it because scrubbing and polishing helped with my nerves. The stir-fry was the most impressive of my three dishes, and with the ingredients prepped and in the fridge, I rearranged a cushion and adjusted a photo frame while waiting for Percy.
He had a six pack of beer dangling from one hand when I flung open the door. But it was his grin that sent a burst of lust rushing through my veins, while my dragon adjusted my inner temperature that was threatening to overheat.
“I brought provisions.” He held up the beer. “In case the cooking doesn't work out.”
“Oh ye of little faith.”
Percy strolled in, and his scent filled the hallway and every corner of my apartment as if it belonged here. He inspected my bookshelves, the old leather couch with the worn leather, and the kitchen island with the cooking utensils laid out in a neat row.
“Did you build that?” He pointed to the bookcase with his beer.
“Mmmm.”
“Clever.”
We sat on the balcony drinking beer after the sun set, and Percy asked if I was hungry. I closed one eye, unsure if he was talking about food or he wanted to suck me off. I was hoping for the latter.
“When did you last fly?”
“I assume you’re talking about flap-flap flying and not taking a plane.”
I do not flap, I soar and swoop and glide. My dragon was annoyed at my description.
Percy chuckled. “Is that how your dragon takes to the sky?” He lifted his arms up and down but didn’t flutter so much as flail. “I was going to suggest we shift before dinner, but now I’m reconsidering.” He rubbed his chin.
“It was a bad choice of words. And my dragon agrees with you and is peeved at me.”
I suggested we walk to the woods along the trail that ran behind the apartment building, but Percy sprinted down the fire escape and was jogging along the path with me in the rear.
“Race you,” he yelled.
I bounded after him, and when I caught up, he told me to shift first.
“Why me?”
“Because I suspect your dragon is broody and mysterious and I want to catch a glimpse.”
“Fine.” One of us had to take their scales before the other.
After getting undressed and grinning at Percy peering at my crotch, I closed my eyes and allowed my dragon’s heat to ripple through my body. My skin grew tight and leathery before being covered in thick scales. Wings, a tail, and sharp ridges erupted, and I was no longer me but a dragon hovering over Percy.
My beast stretched his wings, and they cast a shadow over the ground. My senses were sharper when I had my scales, and I picked up the scents of deer, moss, and the dry leaves below us.
Percy’s mouth gaped, and he gave a thumbs-up. “Gorgeous,” he shouted.
Why, thank you.My dragon’s wings rose and fell as he acknowledged the compliment.
See, you do flap them.
Percy shifted. His dragon was smaller than mine, and he snapped his jaws. The sound bounced off the trees. Percy’s dragon launched into the air, and while mine was maintaining his position, Percy flicked his tail and nudged my dragon with his snout.
We rose together, leaving the trees as the dark sky opened up above us.Percy's dragon darted ahead and circled back, while mine flew straight, letting the wind carry him.
