In Dakota's life, he was ordinary. He also looked ordinary. He was a good employee, loved by his family, and had a girlfriend. After a terrible misunderstanding, his girlfriend suddenly breaks up with him, his job goes up in smoke, and now his fathe...
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Dakota wakes up to the bright sun shining through his window. He at first didn't realize he's back in his parent's house— until he sits up, yawns, and looks to his left. Freya was as usual awake and staring at him.
"Good morning." She greets.
Dakota nods, and he wondered what time it was. Without a clock or any sort of way to tell the specific time at Freya's castle, he couldn't tell. He guessed it was around ten o'clock. He felt more refreshed after a good night's sleep. All he needed was coffee, and all his worries from yesterday would flow away— for now.
"Mom is probably preparing breakfast; we should clean up." He advises slipping out of bed. He felt strange not immediately feeding Emi—he missed him. Dakota approaches the door that leads to a little bathroom adjacent to his room. But he comes to a halt as Freya grabs him from behind and squeezes his body against her.
Dakota let out an instinctive breath of satisfaction, enjoying the warmth and tingly sensation that went through his body.
"We don't need to take a shower...it's too difficult. I will clean ourselves."
Dakota snorts with laughter at the prospect of a shower being too tough for a dragon higher than a mountain. He strains his neck to catch a glimpse of Freya. "I said no magic," he tells, puffing his cheeks. "Cleaning us is not regarded as a final solution."
He wasn't angry, but he was sincere. No one could notice her abilities. Nobody. "You look too cute to be upset," Freya says, resting her cheek on his head.
Dakota frowns, "We're taking a shower. I'll explain how it works." He snatches one of her hands from around his waist and prys it free. He then walks her into the restroom. It was tiny, with a toilet, sink, and a bath that also functioned as a shower. Dakota had to use the light switch to illuminate the little bathroom because there was no window.
"I haven't been in here in ages..." He murmurs as he looks about. He recalls waking up for school on several occasions and getting ready in this exact bathroom. On vacations, where he visited his parents, he generally just slept on the couch or in the guest bedroom. He only came into this room to read his favorite old books.
"Okay," He lets go of Freya's hand and bends into the tub to grab the handle. "To turn on the bath, turn the handle." He gestures but does not turn it since he didn't want to get wet.
Dakota's ass cheek is caressed by an unexpected hand, causing him to make a strange noise that sounded like a cross between a squeak and a moan.
Embarrassed by the sound he just made, he decides to ignore what has just occurred. "Th-then, after that's turned on, p-pull this thing to turn on the shower. Do you understand? So, an-anyway I'll wait outside for you while you-" He turns around and sputters to a halt in the middle of a sentence to see Freya already nude.
Not that he wasn't happy to see it, but it wasn't ideal right now, especially with his heat so close.
"I-I'll wait for you o-outside!" He squeaked, attempting to keep his gaze fixed on her face. He tried to get past her, but her arm caught on his waist and drew him to her side.
