To Trust Again- A RATLD FanFiction

Mapping Out Our Future

(A/N: Alright, this is as close as I'm going to get to writing a sex scene, deal with it! (Not meaning to be rude/demanding.) 

Hold onto your hat!)

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(Namaari's POV)

There's something wet, sandpapery, licking at my cheek. "Nooooo." I moan, pulling the covers over my head. "Go awayyyy."

Without warning, the covers are pulled from my head. Serlot licks at my face again.

"Hi Serlot, woah, jeez, okay, okay, I'm up."

Huh, who knew that one of the most fiercest serlots in Fang could be like any other house cat at times?

"How'd you get in here?"

The doors open. Been rattling around all night. Dammit.

"Oh. okay, uh, you hungry?"

His head butts against my legs. 

"I'll take that as a yes."

===============(*tiiiiny time skip*)=================================

Serlot gnaws the last bits of meat off his breakfast, the leg of an old, weak buffallo who looked ready to collapse at any minute. Slitting its throat was basically doing it a favour, except for when it looked at me one last time with glassing eyes. I'll admit, my heart twisted a little.  

He rubs his head against my legs.  

"Good breakfast?"

He makes this sort of purring sound.

"Yeah, me too." Though, I'd hardly call a simple rice paddy "good". 

"Okay, think I need a workout." 

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(Raya's POV)

"See you in a bit Ba."

"Where you going?"

"To see Namaari."

"Not without breakfast at least."

"Oh okay, I spose I can wait a little."

"No, no you can't leave me yet!" He puts a hand to his forehead, swooning around. 

I fight to supress a chuckle, and out comes this weird, snorting sound. "Okay, lets break out the pots and pans."

====================(*meanwhile, back at Fang*)==================

(Namaari's POV)

Oh dragons, that felt good.

Sure, my shirts stuck to my skin, and I'm sweating like hell, but nothing, beats a good workout.

I'm approaching my bedroom door, still wiping my brow, when something rustles.

There's someone here.

I open the door, as quiet as I can, and rugby tackle whoever it is sitting on my bed to the floor.

"Woah woah, jeez, Namaari, it's only me!"

I take my hand off her face. "Raya?"

"Heh heh, surprise?"

"What're you doing in my room?"

"Well, since you've been "stalking" me for a while, I thought it was my turn to... drop by and stalk you."

"Hah. Well you had me fooled there for a second."