The Hatchling

Falling

When I woke up, Beck was asleep.

I, on the other hand, was full of energy. I couldn't feel any pain in my leg any longer and felt like I was going to jump out of my skin. Excitement charged through me like an electrical current. I was rearing and ready to go.

Leaped up in the bed, I tackled Beck with a body slam. Having the air thoroughly knocked out of him, he was awake.

"What the hell?" He hissed at me groggily.

I sat up, grinning in the darkness. "Come on! Let's go! I've been laying down for ages! The first spar is in a few days!"

He leaned back and turned a distant light on. I suddenly noticed I was on him much more than I had realized, and somehow his shirt had disappeared at night.

Beck's devious smile ignited my flesh, sending me reeling back off of him. I felt instant embarrassment.

"That was nice while it lasted," Beck murmured as he leaned up and rubbed his eyes.

"Don't be lewd," I whispered.

Beck lunged for me, pinning my arms above me on the comforter. "Me? Never," he chuckled darkly, releasing me as quickly as he had grabbed me.

Winded, I hurried off the bed. "Where's my uniform?" I asked.

"I had yours brought here. They're on the left side of my closet near the bathroom."

"Is sharing closets appropriate?" I snorted sarcastically.

Snaking behind me, Beck brushed against my rear, and when I turned and looked at him, it seemed like no accident.

"We share a bed Emira," he replied loudly as he went into the restroom next to me.

Opening the cherry wood wardrobe, I saw my uniforms hanging in the corner. Or so I thought they were mine, but they were missing their red bands and now had a v cut in the front along with a big symbol of an aerial view of a white dragon, wings spread out magnificently.

"Is this spandex?" I shouted angrily as the provocative material.

"Don't get your panties in a wad! It's padded!" Beck yelled back.

As he slipped out, I went in and locked the door first thing.

Turning the shower on, I stripped and removed my gauze. The warm water felt good on my skin. He said he'd washed me, but he certainly hadn't shaved me.

I stepped out, snatched his razor sitting my the sink, and used it myself, making myself as slick as a seal.

Scrubbing myself thoroughly, I rinsed off and got out, quick to dry myself. The suit felt tighter than the last, but I sorta like the thinner material. It breathed better and made the contact with what was left of my wounds bearable.

Snatching his comb, I stepped out of the steamy room and saw Aiden in the middle of changing right next to the door.

In his underwear, he smiled and waved at me as he stepped out. I screamed and ran past him to the bed to comb my hair.

"Have some decency!" I roared back at him.

"You were literally in these same type of underwear yesterday!"

I ground my teeth together angrily. "I had a shirt!"

There was a moment of silence, and I'd figured he'd given up. The comb made quick work of my tangled hair, ripping out any knot that refused to conform.

"You almost ready princess?" Beck asked from behind me.

Turning around, I saw he was in a matching uniform, and it hugged every delicious muscle on his body in the most right way.