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1 | “Ta-da!” | |
2 | >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. | |
3 | >Her eyes then travel to the men behind you. | |
4 | >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. | |
5 | >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. | |
6 | >She lifts her top lip and lets out a growl. | |
7 | >One that rattles the bones of everyone in the huge room. | |
8 | >The man closest to you lets out a choked whimper. | |
9 | “Err, I’ve got it from here, everyone. Thanks for the help,” you say over your shoulder with an apologetic smile. | |
10 | >All of them let out hasty “Sure”’s and “y-your welcome!”’s before turning and bolting for the door. | |
11 | >The instant the last man is out, a klaxon sounds once, then the huge door quickly slides shut, leaving you and 682 alone. | |
12 | >Well, alone if there wasn’t for sure someone watching from behind the one way mirror. | |
13 | >You turn back to 682. | |
14 | “So, the request I put in to get you a real bed finally went through. Neat, eh?” | |
15 | >You dare not tell 682 that you worded it to the foundation as “She deserves something for her good behavior.” | |
16 | >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. | |
17 | >And no one insults her like that and lives. Probably not even you. | |
18 | >682’s rumbling voice pulls you from your thoughts. | |
19 | >”For what purpose, toy? I was fine without such... Charity.” | |
20 | >She spits the word “charity” as if it burned her mouth. | |
21 | >You cross your arms and look into her golden orbs with a half-frown. | |
22 | “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.” | |
23 | >”You don’t have ANY funds, idiot.” | |
24 | “True, but my statement is still correct.” | |
25 | >Since she can’t refute your comeback, the she-lizard remains silent and stares at you with mild annoyance. | |
26 | “You don’t even want to try it?” | |
27 | >You ask, gesturing to the huge disk of fabric and padding. | |
28 | >”No.” | |
29 | >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. | |
30 | >You sigh. | |
31 | >Well shit. Site manager is going to have your ass if he catches wind that the dais was a waste. | |
32 | “Come on, gorgeous. You deserve better, and I made sure that this was fit for a queen. Kinda like you.” | |
33 | >682 shifts but does not rise. “You’re laying it on too thick.” | |
34 | “I like being honest with you. It’s a healthy policy.” | |
35 | >You see her side rise and fall quickly, a half-amused snort following. | |
36 | >You walk around to her front, just in front of her head. | |
37 | “682?” | |
38 | >The great reptile sighs and lifts her head, making her brown un-reptile-like mane shift and flow down her neck. | |
39 | >Even without rising to her feet, 682’s neck and head are still eye level with you. | |
40 | >”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.” | |
41 | >Christ, this diva. | |
42 | “Have you ever even had a bed before?” | |
43 | >She pauses. “I have not, bu-” | |
44 | “But nothing.” | |
45 | >You earn a growl that turns the blood in your veins to ice for the interruption, but you don’t die. | |
46 | >You press on. | |
47 | “All I’m asking you to do is try it. That’s it. If you hate it, I’ll have it taken out. Easy.” | |
48 | >682 still looks like she’s going to turn it down. | |
49 | >Your hands dart out and grasp the sides of her face, making her gold eyes flash in surprise. | |
50 | “Try it once. For me?” | |
51 | >You gently pull her head down just low enough to touch her forehead to yours, letting you gaze into her wide eyes. | |
52 | >Then the eyes narrow hatefully | |
53 | >... | |
54 | >Oh. Oh shit. She’s going to kill you. | |
55 | >She snarls. “Fine then!” | |
56 | >Oh fuckohfuckOHFUCK | |
57 | “Before I die can I just sa- | |
58 | >Wait. | |
59 | >You blink and replay what was just said on your head. | |
60 | “Really?” | |
61 | >”If you must have my rejection in full, then so be it!” She growls out. | |
62 | >The huge beast is on her feet faster than you could comprehend. She walks to the huge cushion and stands upon it. | |
63 | >Looking down, the SCP gives the piece of furniture a critical look. | |
64 | >Her powerful eyes can probably pick out each and every imperfection while her supercomputer mind dedicates it all to memory for eternity. | |
65 | >Claws carefully dig into the fabric and padding, pulling on it and fluffing the material up not unlike how a cat would. | |
66 | >For several minutes she does this, then with a satisfied snort, 682 lowers herself into the padding and curls up loosely. | |
67 | >You just give her a few moments while your I-thought-I-was-going-to-die heart rate steadily calms. | |
68 | >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. | |
69 | >One day, you’ll finally push her buttons too much and end up a stain on the ground. | |
70 | >Or maybe... Maybe you could teach her to love? | |
71 | >... | |
72 | >You almost laugh. What kind of trashy fanfic level of shit is that? | |
73 | >”Toy.” | |
74 | >For the second time today 682’s voice pulls your from your thoughts. | |
75 | “Gorgeous?” | |
76 | >She cracks one eye open. “Come.” | |
77 | >You obey, walking closer. | |
78 | >Fast as lighting, a foreleg whips forward and grabs your shirt, pulling you down and into 682’s side. | |
79 | >She curls up tighter, leaving you surrounded by a scaly, fleshy wall. | |
80 | ”6-682..?” | |
81 | >You stutter out. | |
82 | >She growls. “This bedding reeks of vermin. You will stay here with me until it smells like you. At least your scent is tolerable.” | |
83 | >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.” | |
84 | >What an ironic word to call 682. | |
85 | >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. | |
86 | >And true to what the Foundation said, the dais under you is fit for royalty it’s so soft. | |
87 | >You laugh under your breath as drowsiness creeps up on you. | |
88 | “See? Its comfy. And I’m plenty fine staying with you.” | |
89 | >”Hmph. You had no choice, toy.” | |
90 | >A smile finds its way to your face as the comforting release of sleep closes in. | |
91 | “Lov’ you...” | |
92 | >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. | |
93 | >Your eyes close. | |
94 | >It was time for a nap with a friend. |