Salamander Short

Something gently grabbed at your arm and shook you, rousing you from your sleep and causing your hazy eyes to open. "H-Honey?"

You tried to stretch, but sore and tight muscles screamed back at you as you moved, causing you to groan and the woman who had woken you to gasp. "Are you okay?"

"Fine, I'm fine..." You sputtered out quickly, rolling over towards her with great effort and taking a few moments to let your eyes focus and body rest. Head swimming in sleep and soreness, you rested a hand over your eyes and sighed, a rough, scaly hand coming to grasp your forearm and pull your hand away.

Your Salamander wife leaned over the bed and peered worriedly at you as you smiled back up at her. "Good morning..." You greeted her, straining your neck upwards to kiss her, but you were forced to stop short from the tightness of your neck.

"Stop moving!" Your wife nearly yelled, a hand flying up to her mouth to silence herself as you winced at her loudness. "S-Sorry..." She subsequently whispered, her fin-like ears flattening against her head in shame.

Slowly, she bent over top of you, holding her blazing red hair out of the way as she gingerly met your lips with her own, a deep blush noticeable on the tan Salamander's cheeks when she pulled away. "How are you feeling?" She asked sheepishly, scratching her cheek with a claw.

"Incredibly sore-" You replied, frowning slightly when you noticed her tail flames visibly dim. "But incredibly happy to see my beloved wife as soon as I woke up."

You had managed to salvage the mood somewhat, her flaming tail roaring up again as she reluctantly smiled. "Well, it was the least I could do after last night..." She admitted, rubbing her arm and struggling to meet your eyes. "I-I made you some breakfast if that's alright. Sort of as a sorry..."

"Sorry for what?"

The Salamander obviously didn't expect that question, her ears fluttering in worry and an expression of panic appearing on her face. "L-Last night like I said! I... Went too hard and you passed out and now you're-"

You stopped her rambling with a wave of the hand, finding the strength in you to scoot back up against the headboard slightly. "It's fine, hun. It was great, small price to pay to be with you."

Frozen for the next few moments, the red-eyed lizardwoman simply turned away and hastily picked up a tray of food, an embarrassed smile on her lips as she walked back to your side of the bed. "I-If you insist." She managed to squeak out, setting the tray down in your lap, and picking up a fork. "I love you, too."

You chuckled, savouring the flustered and awkward demeanor of your wife. "But-" You began, holding up a finger and making her pause as she was bringing a forkful of eggs up towards you. "I um, think you need to get some bandages first."

"Huh?"

Pulling back the sheets, your wife gasped as you reveled an array of welts and scratches covering your chest, all of them suspiciously claw shaped.

"I'M SORRY I'M SO SORRY I'LL BE RIGHT BACK!" She yelled as she bolted out of the bedroom and headed for the bathroom, the flames on her tail dancing with an intense vigour.

"Small price to pay indeed..."