Roses Are Red, Dragons Are Blue

2. Dragons Are Blue

Woah! So more than a 100 reads on chapter one already! Thank you guys! That's really lovely to see.

Here's part two.

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2. Dragons Are Blue

"Hey, hey, don't cry baby," the guy crooned, and through my tears, I could see how he was hurriedly shrugging into a pair of shorts. His dark skin gleamed in the sunlight, displaying the absolutely amazing landscape of ridges and valleys that formed his pecs and abs.

This guy was huge, but when he approached, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. It was in the way he angled his big body to make himself look less threatening, the way he held out his palms. It was in the gentle tone of his voice as he sank to his knees in front of me and talked. Trying to make me calm down I'm sure, but that first touch of empathy was making it harder to hold back the fear that had rattled me so hard, that I'd let me get run out of my own home.

Until I heard him say, "Look, I'm sorry you saw my dragon but uh... How did you even get here, baby? This place is warded to the gills." Eyes wide I looked up into his, mouth dropping open but still struggling to breathe. What? My head stalled. Did this guy just say dragon? Was I still in my psychotic break or was he for real?

Reaching out with a hand, I placed it in the center of his chest. Felt the warm, smooth skin beneath my palm. The steady thud of his heartbeat. "Oh god," I heard myself hiccup inelegantly, "You're real?"

The guy made a funny face, "Well... yeah. But you're not supposed to know that, baby." His knees were pressing against mine in the sand, which I hadn't realized before, I could feel his warmth seeping through my jeans at the points of contact. It was kind of grounding, to feel like I wasn't alone, that there was somebody besides me on this planet right now.

"The dragon was real too?" I asked, hating how incredibly fragile I sounded, but at least the conversation was helping me get my crying somewhat back under control. With my free hand, I wiped angrily at my face. "I really thought I was having a mental break after that break-in..."

The guy made a low rumbling sound that I could feel with my palm, which I had yet to remove from his chest. Fascinated, I stroked my fingers over the vibrations coming from him but he abruptly broke them off. "Break-in?" he queried.

Startled, I yanked my hand back and tucked both into my lap, raising my head, and firming my chin. I squared my shoulders. Poise, as my grandfather would say, was everything. With as much dignity as I could muster, I said, "It's nothing to worry about." Then, because I couldn't quite wrap my head around the fact that he had just more or less confirmed that what I'd seen a moment before was real... "Are you really a dragon?" I felt crazy all over again just for saying it.

He shrugged his massive shoulders, the expression on his face going rather sheepish and a mite uncomfortable. "Yeah, water dragon to be precise. I swim, I don't fly, and I don't breathe fire." I tried to wrap my head around that mind-boggling information. There were flying dragons? Fire-breathing dragons? We were on a beach so I guess the water dragon part made sense. Yeah right, dragons make sense!

"And you can just turn into that massive..." I stalled for a moment as I gazed around us at the huge indentation in the sand. "Massive dragon whenever you feel like it?" At least this crazy talk about dragons was distracting me from my stalker problem.

Looking uncomfortable again he gave a sharp nod, "Yes, I can do that if I want to. But seriously, how did you get here? I had a witch ward this place so nobody can wander in... I like taking naps in the sun on the beach." With a chagrined frown he gazed around as if he was actually checking the presence of these wards he was talking about.