Softer Side by SCP-682-B

“Ta-da!”
>682 stares down at you with a flat look, as if asking why you would make a fool of yourself by stretching your arms out with such an exclamation.
>Her eyes then travel to the men behind you.
>The five maintenance staff behind you drop the large padded dais on the ground with a “whump!” when they see the massive reptile’s gaze upon them.
>All five of them are frozen, trembling. The fully armed guards by the still open enclosure door seem shaken as well, no doubt thanks to 682’s fearsome visage and reputation.
>She lifts her top lip and lets out a growl.
>One that rattles the bones of everyone in the huge room.
>The man closest to you lets out a choked whimper.
“Err, I’ve got it from here, everyone. Thanks for the help,” you say over your shoulder with an apologetic smile.
>All of them let out hasty “Sure”’s and “y-your welcome!”’s before turning and bolting for the door.
>The instant the last man is out, a klaxon sounds once, then the huge door quickly slides shut, leaving you and 682 alone.
>Well, alone if there wasn’t for sure someone watching from behind the one way mirror.
>You turn back to 682.
“So, the request I put in to get you a real bed finally went through. Neat, eh?”
>You dare not tell 682 that you worded it to the foundation as “She deserves something for her good behavior.”
>If you know your scaly friend-with-benefits as well as you think you do, she would take it as if she were being treated like a pet.
>And no one insults her like that and lives. Probably not even you.
>682’s rumbling voice pulls you from your thoughts.
>”For what purpose, toy? I was fine without such... Charity.”
>She spits the word “charity” as if it burned her mouth.
>You cross your arms and look into her golden orbs with a half-frown.
“Do I need a reason to be nice to you? Besides, it comes out of the Foundation’s funds, not mine. That makes it twice as good.”
>”You don’t have ANY funds, idiot.”
“True, but my statement is still correct.”
>Since she can’t refute your comeback, the she-lizard remains silent and stares at you with mild annoyance.
“You don’t even want to try it?”
>You ask, gesturing to the huge disk of fabric and padding.
>”No.”
>And with that, 682 turns and curls up on the cold metal floor, dismissing you and the idea of using the dais in one go.
>You sigh.
>Well shit. Site manager is going to have your ass if he catches wind that the dais was a waste.
“Come on, gorgeous. You deserve better, and I made sure that this was fit for a queen. Kinda like you.”
>682 shifts but does not rise. “You’re laying it on too thick.”
“I like being honest with you. It’s a healthy policy.”
>You see her side rise and fall quickly, a half-amused snort following.
>You walk around to her front, just in front of her head.
“682?”
>The great reptile sighs and lifts her head, making her brown un-reptile-like mane shift and flow down her neck.
>Even without rising to her feet, 682’s neck and head are still eye level with you.
>”I tire of the games, toy,” she tells you dryly. “I do not wish for your charity. That is the end of it. The floor is fine.”
>Christ, this diva.
“Have you ever even had a bed before?”
>She pauses. “I have not, bu-”
“But nothing.”
>You earn a growl that turns the blood in your veins to ice for the interruption, but you don’t die.
>You press on.
“All I’m asking you to do is try it. That’s it. If you hate it, I’ll have it taken out. Easy.”
>682 still looks like she’s going to turn it down.
>Your hands dart out and grasp the sides of her face, making her gold eyes flash in surprise.
“Try it once. For me?”
>You gently pull her head down just low enough to touch her forehead to yours, letting you gaze into her wide eyes.
>Then the eyes narrow hatefully
>...
>Oh. Oh shit. She’s going to kill you.
>She snarls. “Fine then!”
>Oh fuckohfuckOHFUCK
“Before I die can I just sa-
>Wait.
>You blink and replay what was just said on your head.
“Really?”
>”If you must have my rejection in full, then so be it!” She growls out.
>The huge beast is on her feet faster than you could comprehend. She walks to the huge cushion and stands upon it.
>Looking down, the SCP gives the piece of furniture a critical look.
>Her powerful eyes can probably pick out each and every imperfection while her supercomputer mind dedicates it all to memory for eternity.
>Claws carefully dig into the fabric and padding, pulling on it and fluffing the material up not unlike how a cat would.
>For several minutes she does this, then with a satisfied snort, 682 lowers herself into the padding and curls up loosely.
>You just give her a few moments while your I-thought-I-was-going-to-die heart rate steadily calms.
>Man oh man. You could have sworn that was it. You thought she finally had enough of your shit and was going to put you down.
>One day, you’ll finally push her buttons too much and end up a stain on the ground.
>Or maybe... Maybe you could teach her to love?
>...
>You almost laugh. What kind of trashy fanfic level of shit is that?
>”Toy.”
>For the second time today 682’s voice pulls your from your thoughts.
“Gorgeous?”
>She cracks one eye open. “Come.”
>You obey, walking closer.
>Fast as lighting, a foreleg whips forward and grabs your shirt, pulling you down and into 682’s side.
>She curls up tighter, leaving you surrounded by a scaly, fleshy wall.
”6-682..?”
>You stutter out.
>She growls. “This bedding reeks of vermin. You will stay here with me until it smells like you. At least your scent is tolerable.”
>As she talks, the hard scales you rest against flatten, turning into skin so soft and smooth that the only word that comes to mind is “angelic.”
>What an ironic word to call 682.
>The flesh under the smooth patch in 682’s side softens as well, letting you sink into her side just enough for her warmth to seep into your body.
>And true to what the Foundation said, the dais under you is fit for royalty it’s so soft.
>You laugh under your breath as drowsiness creeps up on you.
“See? Its comfy. And I’m plenty fine staying with you.”
>”Hmph. You had no choice, toy.”
>A smile finds its way to your face as the comforting release of sleep closes in.
“Lov’ you...”
>For the first time since you met her, 682’s gaze becomes gentle. Her mouth and lips move ever so slightly, but you make nothing out.
>Your eyes close.
>It was time for a nap with a friend.