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"Come on, put it in already, you can do it." Leena said, her voice just below a whisper, trying to not disturb her mother who was asleep in the room next door. "Use those strong paws, come on"

Her heart was racing with excitement, her claws tense against the smooth leather couch she sprawled out on. "You can do it, big push..... Just get it in" her breath was held in anticipation, her heart pumping hard with the adrenaline. "Come on! Yes that's it! be a strong drake for once Daanic!" She quickly put a paw to her mouth and stifled a desperate whine.

The room was dark, blinds pulled down over the floor to ceiling windows, shutting out the morning sun and casting the room into an intimate setting, the atmosphere stuffy with her excitement and elation. Leena's whole body was tense, like a coiled spring as she leaned forward slightly to get a better angle. "Yes, claim that egg, it's yours... Ok, get your friend to help. Come on..... Get it in.. do it for Leena... Add it to your clutch...." Her gaze was laser focused, claws starting to clench into the seat cushion leaving soft marks.

"FUCK YES! GET IN! YOU GOOD THING!!" She shouted at the large television, suddenly on her feet, her face only a few feet away, her eyes capturing the moment as her team scored another point. Her heart racing as she watched her team do a victory lap around the large pitch, her restless body joining in around the living room.

"Leena! Language!" Came a voice from behind her, Leena was mid-prance around the couch, her wings mantled above her as she celebrated with her team. The score was now 4-4, the Cresties now making up for their dismal start of the first half.

"That is enough of that" her mother said before snatching up the remote and turning off the television with a quick jap of her paw.

"HEY!" Leena protested snapping her head to the screen dimming to black, her wings quickly tucking to her sides. "I'm watching that!"

Her mother stashed the remote under a tight wing despite her daughters desperate eyes. "I will not have my daughter carrying on like some low bred hooligan!"

"Excuse me!?" Leena said, her lips curling back slightly in anger. Her mother just staring at her defiance, Leena's pale orange scales a mere imitation of her mother's vibrant orange.

"You heard me. Dragonball is no sport for a dragoness, young lady. Such rough, violence... It may as well be a blood sport." She said looking down her long snout at her daughter.

"Oh come on! It's the Cresties against the Nixies!" Leena begged, she had been following the Cresties ever since Daanic was signed on as a claimer, him being an old school yard fling of hers now turned professional athlete.

"Oh? Really? and I don't care!" Was the only reply from the larger matriarch as she slowly circled her daughter. "If you spent as much time looking after your scales as you did following that silly game, you would be under the wing of a drake by now."

Leena's neck arched tightly and her chest puffed out, wings starting to spread slightly to make herself look bigger. "I have been under a drakes wing just plenty. Not! That it's any of your business!"

"Please.... Those were fledglings at best. I mean a real mate."

Leena's claws scratching the marble tiles slightly. "You mean like dad? He has cheated on you what? Three times now?" She said, knowing that it would get a reaction out of her mother's calm expressionless face.

"Twice, Leena. Only twice"

"That you know of..." Leena said under her breath while she smirked at her mother's reaction.

"That is enough!" Her mother snapped, her tight jaw closing with a snap. She knew she had lost this round but had more ammunition as she walked to the counter. "And what is this flyer for? Planning on joining the military are you?" She said as she held up the flyer that the recruiter gave her.

"Maybe! It would be better than living here" Leena screamed.

"Child, look around you. You live in the spires, 140 floors up, you have known nothing but soft sheets and smooth floors. You would not last a day in the military" her mother patronized "and they would probably cover you in grime and who knows what to try and hide your lovely scales"

Leena opened her mouth a few times trying say something, her eyes starting to water.

"Who's joining the military?" Came a deep powerful voice as a larger black drake stepped out into the open plan living room, his scales glossy to the point of looking like wet ink, other than his throat which contrasted his ivory white throat and chest, giving him the impression of wearing a tuxedo. His mate held up the flyer she had found and nodded to Leena. "Like hell you are Leena." He said firmly while staring at his daughter. Her black paws and wings a gift from him, along with her stubbornness. But otherwise a poor image of his mate.

"Oh yeah? And what are you doing to do to stop me!" Leena bluffed, her heart racing and chest tight under the judgmental gaze of he parents. Only for her father and mother to look at each other and then her with a smirk.

"Oh they won't take you if they know what's good for them. They don't want a spoilt brat in their ranks." Her father said sinisterly and stepped to a phone that was attached to the wall, he used his strong manicured paw to press the speaker button for everyone to hear.

Leena watched as he dialed the number on the flyer. It only rang once before a cheerful voice answered, the operator did not even get through their welcome line before being interrupted by Leena's father. "Don't care! I am the chair of Large Scale Developments. My daughter was given a flyer to enlist. I will only say this once so pay attention, If you try to recruit her again, I will personally make sure you don't have a permit for any operations in the city. Do you hear what I'm saying? You won't be able to take a shit without a team of safety inspectors checking it's size. Do you understand?" As soon as the operator tried to say something he interrupted again "her name is Leena, orange scales, black paws, black wings. Don't make me speak to you again." He said and ended the call.

Turning back to his daughter he saw tears running down her cheeks. "Power" he said firmly and lifted a wing for his mate to snuggle under. "... Is what you can have Leena. Pull your head in and be a team player. And you can have this power too." He said sternly.

Leena moved towards them, claws clicking on the hard marble tiles as she stared at her parents, their confidence and commanding presence infuriating her. Their influence in every aspect of her life suffocating. As she reached for her harness on the counter he mother grabbed the other end of the straps. "Leena, we mean the best for you." She said softly, the twinkle in her eyes betraying her sincerity. "Let me set you up with one of my friends drakes, I'm sure we can find someone to tame you." She said and reached to stroke her daughter's jaw only for Leena to reel back away from her touch.

"Listen to your mother Leena, after graduation we expect you to settle down. Let your mother handle your love life, she has a good eye for drake's." He said, his mate giving him a nuzzle on the cheek. "And I'll take care of your career." He noticed Leena's eyes flick to his, "I was going to wait until after graduation, but I have the perfect development to prove yourself on..... And a job with your name on it." He moved closer to Leena to put a smothering wing around her, "together we will build great things, the start of a legacy-"

With a firm tug she snatched the harness from her mother and reeled away from her father's wing and the mixed scents of her parents. "And what about what I want!" Leena said between sniffs. She turned and quickly walked to the balcony, wings drooping low, sniffing back tears as she opened the large glass doors.

"Maybe I'll find you a nice dragon doctor!" Her mother called after Leena.

Leena pulled her harness up over her shoulders as she heard her father speak softly to her mother. "I'm late for work and I'll be home late again" she heard before he kissed his mate goodbye.

"Tell her I said hi!" Leena called back over her shoulder from the balcony with a sad smile, her eyes glistening in the morning sun "Your assistant.... She is probably going on heat soon... By the smell of her on your harness, father"

Before they had a chance to respond she stepped off the balcony, wings still tucked in and fell down the side of the large spire into the brisk morning air. Her body flooding her nervous system with adrenaline as she started to dive, an evolutionary trait which allowed her to process things more quickly.

The wind rushed over her body, filling her with a sense of freedom as she plummeted down towards the hard pavement below. Time seemed to slow as she fell, she couldn't help but stare at her reflection in the glass as it rushed past her, her mother's body looking back at her with the exception of her black paws and wings. She gnashed her teeth in frustration, glancing ahead she could see the ground rapidly approaching, the call of the void tugging softly at her mind. 'just don't open your wings. It would be over so quick' she thought to herself, the wind wiping away her tears as she held her wings close to her body.

As she took in the view from half way down her thoughts went to how her parents would react, or more specifically how they would react to the press. At least she would make a good headline she thought, heir to a large construction firm offing herself. 'knowing them, they would make it look like an accident some how, just to save face' she shuddered at the though. She closed her eyes as everything became darker, dropping below the skyline of the neighbouring buildings. 'Mike would miss you' a voice called out from the back of her mind, his concerned face looking at her.

Her eyes snapped open and she could see the texture of the asphalt reaching up to her, she could make out the faces of some of the pedestrians looking up at the falling dragoness. She quickly righted herself and whipped her wings out to full extension, the morning sun filtering through the buildings and diffusing through the thin membranes as they caught the air. She could feel the strain of her speed being redirected, the gravitational forces trying to rip her into the ground and scatter her across the pavement.

Her wings started to buckle, her membranes stretching and threatening to tear as her large wings fingers struggled to stay open, she grit her teeth as she tried to pull up as hard as she could, the rush of adrenaline pumping through her body making the impossible possible. People on the street scattering out of the way from the incoming scalled mass. With a groan she heaved her wings down, pushing off the captured air beneath them and shooting down the road, swirls of water vapour spiraling off her wingtips as the fresh morning air under her large wings was compressed. Trash cans and newspaper vending machines toppled under the rush of wind as she flew just above the street, papers swirling up in her wake as she continued to bank upwards to safety

Leena had to squint to keep the wind out of her watery eyes as she used her newfound speed to climb, clearing the tops of the buildings as she rocketed back up into the sky. Her heart thumping in her chest as she comprehended what she almost let happen, her whole body quivering as the after effects of adrenaline wracked her body.

Mike was setting up chairs and cushions outside the bar that he worked at when he felt a presence behind him. "We can't serve you yet, but if you wanted to take a seat I can take your order once we open." He said as he wiped a table down. The only response was a sad sniff which causes him to turn around. Leena's full orange scaled body filling his vision and he looked up slightly to her drooping head, her eyes bloodshot and on the verge of tears.

"Hey, hey, hey. What's all this?" He said gently and he had to drop the damp cloth to catch her head as she pushed it into his chest. "Woah okay, easy now." He said as he supported the weight of her head, holding her against him. Her body quivering as she wept into his embrace.

"Mike! We need to get this place open-" his boss called out from the doorway before seeing him holding the dragoness's head. "What's going on??" He said, drying his hands on a towel.

Leena lifted her head and wiped her snout with the back of a paw. "Sorry." She whispered, Mike was shocked, dragons never apologised for their actions.

"Sorry boss, I'm on it." He called back to his boss who gave him a nod. "Hey, we are about to open. How about you take a seat inside and I'll try and get a free moment." He said and without realising it had put a reasuring hand on her long neck. Leena gave a weak smile and a sniff and let Mike lead her inside the dimly lit bar.

"Have you eaten?" Mike asked as he directed her to a booth in the corner that was made for dragons. When she shook her head he pulled out a menu from another table and slid it across the low table that divided the cushions that lay in the sticky floor. "I'll be back once we open" he said with a smile and returned to setting up the tables and chairs as customers started to trickle into the bar for lunch.

Leena watched him work, his small hands sweeping over the tables and setting up cutlery for the patrons. She couldn't help but admire how efficiently he worked, he had been working at this bar for as long as she had known him and while the pay was poor she could understand why he stayed here, while the floors were sticky and the smell of stale alcohol filled her nostrils, she felt she could relax here. The commotion of the patrons a chaotic orchestra of sounds which made her feel safe and anonymous.

She smiled as Mike worked his way back to her booth. "And what can I get such a fine 'ness like you today" he said and she blurted a laugh at his rehearsed customer service tone. "I would stay away from the 'shitty parent soup' it's bitter and vile. Or so I assume" Be added with a honest smile.

"I think I had that for breakfast." Leena said with a weak smile. "Can I have a plate of 'make me feel better'?" She joked.

"Say no more!" He said and heard a bell ding from the kitchen window. "One plate of feel better. Coming up." He said with a dramatic bow and turned on his heels before walking quickly back to the kitchen.

She watched him return back to the kitchen, his lanky body seeming at ease in the rapidly busying bar. He worked his way through the tables taking their orders and as he slipped behind the bar she watched as he rotated the old television that hung on the wall so she could watch. After digging out the remote from somewhere behind the bar he changed it to a sports channel just for her, he glanced over to her and gave a thumbs up when he saw her smile in appreciation. The Dragonball game was still going and was in the second half, the Cresties up by 2 points. Her chest was tight at the the gesture and she had to try to not burst into tears again.

She quickly became engrossed in the game, trying to distract herself from her parents words. Feelings of inadequacy and her loss of identity becoming forgotten as she focused on the spectacle unfolding in the small screen.

She couldn't help but let out a cheer under her breath as Daanic scored another point for her team, his strong red body captured in all its glory as he performed a low pass over the stadium seats.

"Cresties fan huh?"" Mike said, his presence startling her as she had become absorbed in the game. He stood next to her with a large plate in his hand, the smell of cooked meats and eggs making her mouth water.

Leena tore her eyes away from the television and looked to the plate and then to him, "I went to school with their new claimer." She said and couldn't help but blush slightly at the memories of her riding him on the teachers table in class.

Mike noticed her expression and smiled, "ahhh, you had a thing for him didn't you?!" He teased and placed the plate on the low table.

"It was nothing." She lied and noticed him not believing her for a moment, "oh shut up." She added with a smile.

He couldn't help but giggle as he turned and left, happy that she was feeling better.

Leena looked down at the plate of food, a hearty combination of fried bacon and roasted venison making her mouth water, Mike had clearly spent some time plating the meal and had arranged the meats into the shape of a dragons face smiling with two sausages as the horns. Leena's chest tightened and a smile filled her heart. Her head perked up and scanned to find him in the busy bar, finding him behind the bar smiling back to her before helping another patron.

As she ate she couldn't help but feel more at home here in this bar than any room in the spire. The ruckus of the other patrons, the cheers from some as they watched the game playing and the smell of food and drink just felt right. She could feel her worries washing away, the thoughts of her parents controlling every aspect of her life drifting to the back of her mind. She could stay here all day and be happy, no one demanding she polish her scales for the millionth time. The intimidating presence of her father demanding explanations on her Uni work, only for her designs to be 'thought of' by him in an upcoming project.

She joined in a whoop of joy as her team scored again, extending their already significant lead with only a few minutes left of the game. "Cresties fan are you?" Came a powerful voice from beside her. She turned to see a large green drake take a seat next to her on the same cushion she was sitting at.

"Um excuse me, I'm sitting here." She said confused, she was sure she didn't know this dragon but he was invading her personal space like a close friend.

"Oh I'm sure we can share can't we luv? Pretty ness like you all alone in this bar." He said and gently traces her tail with his.

"I'm sorry, you are definitely not my type." She said and tried to getup, her movements stopped by a large wing wrapping around her.

The green drake leaned in to her, his presence dominating and powerful, his side warm against hers. "Oh, but I'm sure I can be. The name is Jeenik, but you look like you could do with a good root, help you unwind."

Mike saw her look uncomfortable under his wing and quickly made his way across the room to help.

"Excuse me!" Leena said loudly and used her whole body to shove him off the cushion sending him falling unceremoniously to the tacky floor. "I do not need a good root, thankyou very much."

With a menacing smile he looked into her eyes and licked his lips. "Oh, you will thank me. That's for sure. You will be begging my name once you have my cock in you." He said, the strong scent of alcohol on his breath.

Mike arrived at the table as he lunged at her, only for the dragons head to be swatted away by a quick black paw from Leena and redirected into the wooden table with a sickening thud. Leena was on her feet and took a few steps back, giving herself some space from the intoxicated dragon.

"That is enough!" Mike shouted at the male, stepping up to the greens snout as he lifted his head up off the table, a stream of red coming from a nostril.

A flicker of a smile on his face as he wiped his snout with the back of a paw. His focused gaze still on Leena "oh I like them when they fight back, and then when I hold their neck..." He said.

Leena's entire body coiled with tension, her heart pounding in her chest as she readied herself for self-defense. In her mind, this was not an intoxicated dragon; rather, every aspect of her controlling parents seemed to materialize in the form of this rude stranger. Her accumulated rage and resentment propelled her, her heart racing, her lips curling into a snarling smile. Thin wisps of smoke began to curl out from the corners of her mouth, carrying with them the acrid taste of the chemicals secreted by the glands in her mouth—a foul reminder of her fiery capabilities. She fixated on any subtle movements from the drake, silently pleading for him to make a move, any excuse for her to sink her claws into him.

Lost in her anger-fueled thoughts, Leena barely noticed Mike retrieving something from his back pocket until she saw what he held pressed against the drake's forearm. With a sudden crackle, the drake convulsed and collapsed onto the floor, his robust body reduced to a mere passenger riding the surging electrical current flooding his system. Mike maintained the Taser's contact with the dragon's hide for a touch longer than necessary, ensuring the drake's compliance as he groaned and shuddered.

"I said that was enough," Mike said softly, pausing the Taser's electric flow. "Now it's time for you to leave."

The green dragon twitched slightly, his disoriented mind struggling to comprehend the sudden turn of events. Lifting his head, he found Mike standing tall over him. "I said now!" Mike's voice carried a firmness as he emphasized his point by clicking the taser back on in front of the drake.

Jeenik, still dazed, scrambled to his feet without sparing a second glance at Leena. With an unsteady gait, he hastily fled from the bar, leaving behind the pungent odor of urine trailing down his leg, a testament to his fear-stricken retreat.

Mike turned towards Leena, his concern etched across his face as he carefully stowed the taser into a back pocket. The stunned patrons gradually returned their attention to their meals, the presence of a drunken dragon no longer an uncommon sight in the bar's lively atmosphere.

Leena's body quivered with a mix of conflicting emotions. She yearned to unleash her wrath upon the dragon, to rend him apart and alleviate the pent-up frustration that consumed her. But now, she couldn't act on her impulses. Her mind churned like a hurricane, struggling to process the whirlwind of feelings crashing within her.

"Leena, are you okay?" Mike approached her, his voice filled with genuine concern, his steps measured and cautious.

"I'M FINE!" Leena snapped, her voice laced with a volatile mix of anger and sorrow. A part of her longed for the drake to have made a move, so she could unleash her fury upon him. "I DON'T NEED RESCUING, OKAY!" Her shout echoed through the bar, tears welling up in her eyes. Her body and mind were torn in a million different directions, wrestling with the guilt of wanting to harm the male, while simultaneously despising herself for feeling any semblance of sympathy toward such a despicable creature.

Before she fully comprehended her actions, she pushed past Mike, her heightened emotions propelling her toward the exit in search of the green dragon who had long since disappeared. With a powerful bound off the pavement, she ascended into the air, her majestic wings unfurling as she took flight, determined to pursue the drake and confront the turmoil within herself.

Leena's heart throbbed in her chest as she scoured the skies, desperately searching for any sign of the drake. The overwhelming desire to sink her claws into his hide consumed her, drowning out rational thought. She circled several city blocks, her eyes scanning every nook and cranny, until a wave of calmness washed over her like a gentle breeze. She shuddered at the realization of what she had been about to do—how her fury had almost driven her to commit an act she would regret.

In an outpouring of sorrow, Leena let out a mournful cry that echoed through the heavens, her whole body trembling as tears streamed down her face while soaring on the wing. She honestly didn't know what she would have done if she had caught up with the drake, nor did she fully comprehend the consequences of misjudging his strength. Determined to release the pent-up emotions swirling within her, Leena flapped her wings with increasing intensity, propelling herself higher and higher into the sky. Disregarding the limitations imposed on dragon flight to avoid interfering with aircraft, she threw caution to the wind and ascended with fervor. Her jaw clenched as she exerted herself, each powerful beat of her wings becoming a symbolic strike against the imaginary drake haunting her thoughts.

Blinking her eyes repeatedly, she soared through the clouds, feeling the cold droplets of water collecting on her snout and cascading down her scales, mingling with her tears. Their refreshing chill combined with her own sorrowful emotions as she continued to ascend into the boundless blue. Eventually, she leveled out her flight, feeling her wings grow less efficient as the air thinned, her breathing becoming increasingly labored. Leena extended her wings wide, settling into a graceful glide, her wing muscles aflame with the strain of the rapid ascent. Tension still lingered within her, fueled by memories of her parents' smug expressions and the drake's audacious attempt to control her. With a resounding roar that reverberated through her being, she unleashed her frustrations into the open sky, her anguished cries swallowed by the depths of the clouds.

As she peered down at the city far below, she spotted the spires her father had designed, now reduced to mere specks from her lofty altitude. They appeared small and insignificant, like little sticks in a grassy landscape. A faint smile tugged at the corners of her lips, and she wiped her eyes before drawing in a deep breath. With a deliberate exhale, a long jet of flame erupted from her maw, the two glands in her throat expelling volatile chemicals into the thin air. The mixture ignited in a fierce burst of orange flames and oily smoke, its combustion less efficient due to the lower oxygen levels at such heights. Yet, Leena paid no heed to its imperfections. From her elevated perspective, the tiny spires that housed so many bad memories seemed to be consumed by her fiery inferno, a part of her yearning for the flames to be real.

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As Mike diligently wiped down the table, his eyes caught his boss's gaze. "She is good for it. Trust me, Ben," he called out confidently, his voice carrying across the bustling restaurant. Ben, the seasoned manager, responded with a smirk, leaning against the counter as he resumed cleaning the kitchen.

"Oh, I know what dragons are like, Mike," Ben retorted playfully, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "But if she isn't back by the time you finish, it's coming out of your wages," he added, letting out a chuckle that echoed through the air.

Mike glanced up at the old clock mounted on the wall, its ticking hands signaling that he had a mere 15 minutes left until the end of his shift. "She will come back," he retorted, his voice filled with determination as he fervently hoped his words would prove true. The lunch rush had long subsided, and now Mike's focus shifted to preparing everything for the upcoming evening rush. Luckily, his schedule only included the breakfast and lunch shifts.

"Don't forget Mike, we have that catering gig after your graduation. You still good for it?" Ben called out across the quiet bar and saw Mike give a nod of affirmation. "They are paying the good money, so I don't want to stuff it up."

Amidst the cleaning, Mike's thoughts wandered to Leena. He had witnessed her anger before, but never like this. The bar he worked at was one of the few establishments that welcomed dragons, and Mike had grown accustomed to their rowdy behavior. Standing up to a dragon, if necessary, was an unspoken requirement of the job, and he had never felt fear in their presence. However, the intensity of Leena's gaze when she locked eyes with the dragon had momentarily shaken his confidence in her.

Out of the corner of his eye, Mike noticed Leena shuffling into the bar. He turned to face her, immediately noticing the unusual state of her typically pristine scales, now covered in an oily residue. "I was just thinking about you," Mike said, trying to break the tension that lingered between them. He couldn't help but notice the crestfallen look on her face as she struggled to make eye contact with him.

Leena fidgeted nervously, her sharp claws scraping against each other before she found the courage to speak. "I think... I forgot to pay," she mumbled, her voice barely audible as she searched for the right words to apologize for her outburst. Glancing up at Mike, she caught his understanding nod, silently conveying his understanding.

Without needing any words, Mike could see the sincerity of Leena's apology etched across her expression. "Well, I'm glad you came back," he reassured her, a subtle double meaning tucked within his words. "If madam would like to pay over here..." he smoothly interjected, gracefully gesturing towards the bar. Leena burst into laughter at his playful imitation of an upper-class waiter, momentarily lightening the weight that had settled between them.

Using her agile claws, Leena delicately extracted a plastic card from a concealed compartment of her harness and offered it to Mike. As she hesitated, unsure of how to broach the topic, Mike accepted the card, holding it next to the payment machine. "Hey, it's okay," he said reassuringly, sensing her apprehension. However, the machine emitted an unexpected negative beep, signaling that the transaction had been declined. Perplexed, Mike glanced at the machine and tried once more, but the outcome was the same—a resounding rejection followed by an obstinate receipt.

"It's still declined," Mike informed Leena, his gaze meeting her concerned expression. Both of them arrived at the same disconcerting realization, and he voiced the question they both had in mind. "Did your folks cut you off?"

Leena sighed, a mixture of frustration and apology lingering in her tone. "I'm sorry. What happens now? I could go home and get another card," she suggested, her disdain for that option palpable, a sentiment Mike picked up on.

"How about you pay me back?" Mike proposed, not giving her a chance to argue as he swiftly tapped his own card on the machine. "I know you're good for it," he added, a warm smile accompanying his words.

Leena opened her mouth several times, attempting to respond, her eyes welling up with tears once again. Mike caught a glimpse of her trembling lip before she abruptly turned around and exited the bar. He glanced over at his boss, Ben, who had observed the entire exchange. Ben nodded approvingly, a silent acknowledgment of Mike's decision, as he continued polishing a glass. Without wasting a moment, Mike swiftly untied his apron and flung it towards his boss, signifying the end of his shift.

"Hey, hold up, Leena!" Mike called out, his voice filled with genuine concern, but she continued walking, her wings drooping with dejection. Determined, Mike persisted, "Hey, do you want to, like... not go home?" His offer hung in the air, and finally, Leena stopped in her tracks. Mike quickly caught up to her, witnessing her body trembling as tears streamed down her face. "I'm all done. Do you want to get out of here?" he suggested, his voice sincere and disarming.

Moving to her front, Mike tilted his head back, looking up at her towering presence. Though his shoulders aligned with hers, her head still remained about a foot above his, even with her neck elegantly curving into an 'S' shape. His hand quivered slightly as he gently placed it on her chest, just ahead of her powerful shoulders. "How about a drink? Back at my place?" he proposed, his eyes locked with hers, offering comfort and solace.

Leena pondered his suggestion, her gaze shifting between Mike's earnest face and the weight of her own emotions. "My dorm is small, but we could watch a movie, That cool with you?" he added, sensing her hesitation.

Leena glanced down at her loyal friend, his expression honest and kind. With a weak smile, she nodded and softly replied, "Yeah, that's cool, I would like that."

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"It's not much" Mike said, feeling a bit self conscience about showing his humble dorm room to Leena, he wasn't sure what her home looked like inside, but he was pretty sure it was bigger than the few square feet that served as his dorm room.

A smile played on her lips as she peered over Mike's shoulder, "I feel that it is more bed than room" she playfully remarked on the limited space. The room was dominated by a large double bed that practically occupied every available inch. The mattress sat directly on the floor, its edges pressed against the walls, leaving only a small patch of visible floor space. Positioned against one wall was a kitchenette counter, featuring a humble microwave, toaster, and a compact bar fridge.

Mike couldn't help but chuckle at Leena's teasing comment. "Yeah, it's a bit cramped, I admit. I bought the bed before I got the room, but it's a welcome place to collapse at the end of the day. Maybe you should go in first," he suggested, stepping aside to allow her entry. Leena gracefully maneuvered through the narrow doorframe, tucking her head and wings tightly to her body to avoid disturbing the posters that adorned the walls. Mindful of her tail, she navigated carefully to the mattress, stepping onto it with caution. The firmness of the mattress was a slight departure from what she was accustomed to, but she quickly found solace by curling up against the corner of the room, mindful of not taking up the entire bed.

With a contented sigh, Leena nestled into her makeshift spot, feeling a sense of comfort in this unfamiliar setting. Meanwhile, Mike beamed with satisfaction, closing the door behind him. He kicked off his shoes, bending over to remove his socks and casually tossing them into a corner where a small pile of used clothes had accumulated.

"Can I ask what the oily-ness is on your scales?" Mike said, he had been hesitant to say anything while they walked in public but now they were alone he felt she wouldn't feel too self-conscience about it.

"Oh! damn, can you chuck us a cloth? I kind of let off some steam and its probably from the back draft" She said, running a paw on her snout and inspecting the rainbow sheen that now clung to her paw. She looked at his confused expression as he wet a small towel and she elaborated. "Breathing fire... It doesn't burn clean, and I often end up with the soot on me," Leena explained, her tone tinged with a mixture of amusement and mild exasperation. The intricacies of her unique ability were something she had grown accustomed to but understood that it could be intriguing to others.

"So you can breathe fire!" Mike exclaimed with genuine fascination, a smile forming on his face. "That's kind of rare, isn't it?"

Leena nodded in agreement. "Yes, it is becoming rarer these days. Breathing fire is just not something dragons need to do as frequently as in the past." She paused, appreciating Mike's lack of fear or judgment. It made her feel more at ease, knowing he accepted her for who she was.

As Mike settled down on the mattress next to her, he motioned for Leena to bring her head down to his level. She hesitated briefly, still grappling with lingering guilt from her earlier outburst. However, the gentle aura emanating from Mike assuaged her concerns. With a sense of trust and vulnerability, Leena slowly lowered her head, maintaining eye contact with him.

The cloth was warm which was something that surprised Leena, Mike gently ran the towel over her snout, his hands working gently and slowly to clean her up, she couldn't help but close her eyes as he moved closer to her eyes, the gentle support of his other hand beneath her chin provided a sense of security as he worked his way closer to her eyes. Leena couldn't help but express her enjoyment, her voice barely audible as she spoke, "That feels kind of good." The vulnerability in her admission revealed the rarity of such intimate and gentle contact in her life.

Mike's fingers moved delicately over her scales, his touch tracing the contours and patterns, even removing a small fleck of something with his fingernail. "You have such pretty scales."

Leena leaned into his touch, relishing the affirmation and appreciation he offered. With a hint of sadness in her voice, she murmured, "My mother doesn't seem to think so." The weight of her mother's disapproval lingered in her words.

Mike shifted the warm cloth under her jaw, continuing to stroke the soft underside of her mouth. He posed a gentle question, "Do you care what your mother thinks?"

"I don't know," she admitted softly, her eyes still closed as she savored the touch. Memories of nonjudgmental physical affection were scarce, making Mike's presence and kindness all the more precious. She mustered a weak smile and whispered, "You're pretty good at this."

Mike responded with a smile of his own, his warmth palpable. "Cleaning tables is kind of my thing," he said playfully, folding the cloth over and carefully moving it further back along her jawline. Leena, overcome by a surge of trust, shifted her head over his shoulder, allowing him to continue his attentive ministrations.

Leena smiled, enjoying resting her jaw on his shoulder while he stroked her scales, "Are you saying I look like a table?" she teased.

With her head on his shoulders he couldn't help but hold onto her neck with one arm for support while he moved the cloth over with the other hand, "Well, lets think about this. Four legs... Check... Sturdy frame.... Check.... Shouldn't sit on it.... Check.... Sticky grime on it.... Check...."

Leena chuckled at his analogy. "And can handle drinks?" She added and he laughed.

Mike got the hint and lifted her head off his shoulders. "I think I have a bottle of something in the fridge" he said and looked her in her gentle eyes.

Their gaze lingered longer than either expected but Mike pulled himself away and got up off the mattress. Stepping over to the fridge he opened it and pulled out an opened bottle of whiskey.

"You keep that in the fridge?" She asked, sneaking a drink from her father's liquor cabinet was not a new concept for her, but whiskey in the fridge was something she wasn't sure about.

"Oh shhh you." he said and pulled out a glass from the sink. "I like it cold, okay?" and saw her smirking at him. "umm... I don't have a glass for a dragon" He added.

"Just pass us the bottle, its been one of those days" Leena said and noticed his hesitation, "I'll get you a new one."

Mike settled back down on the mattress next to her and poured himself a drink before passing the almost full bottle to her outstretched paw. He swirled the whiskey around in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light before looking up at the gulping sound of Leena with the bottle in her jaws. Her head tilted back as she drank the whole bottle at once.

"Woah, steady on there," he called out, a playful tone in his voice. He took a moment to admire the mischievous smirk that played on her lips before speaking again. "I see you needed that," he remarked, his voice filled with understanding. He reached over and placed a hand on her forearm, offering a gentle squeeze of support. "Do you want to talk about it, or nah?"

Mike took a sip of his own whiskey, allowing the warm liquid to soothe his throat. He looked at Leena, his expression conveying empathy and a willingness to listen.

"Can we not?" Leena said, before stifling a soft belch. Mike smiled and gently stroked her forearm with his hand, feeling the soft smooth scales under his fingers and took another sip.

Her mind was still contemplating her parents from the morning, their comments and judgement pulling at her mind and eroding her self confidence. The alcohol starting to affect her quicker than she expected and she lowered her head down onto the mattress, Mike now finding himself inside a nest of dragon and while he felt awkward he gingerly reached out to her shoulder and stroked her hide.

"Can you stroke my head again..... That was kind of nice" she murmured with her eyes closed, He didn't hesitate and shuffled himself around and sat cross legged with her head in his lap.

His hands resting on her forehead and gently caressed her eye ridges "Like this?" He inquired softly, a positive murmur his only answer. The warmth and weight of her head in his lap comforting to him and he continued to stroke her head.

Mike's touch was gentle and soothing as he continued to stroke Leena's head, his fingers tracing the contours of her eye ridges. He felt a sense of tenderness and protectiveness towards her, wanting to provide comfort in any way he could. Leena's head nestled in his lap, her weight against his stomach, and the subtle scent of her scales mixed with his own scent created a unique and intimate moment between them.

Leena found solace in the comforting touch and scent of Mike. Her eyes remained closed as she allowed herself to be vulnerable, her mind gradually easing its grip on the negative thoughts that had plagued her. The warmth of his presence and the rhythmic motion of his hand on her head brought a sense of calm to her restless mind.

As the minutes passed, Mike's strokes became slower and more deliberate, his touch filled with care and affection. Leena's breathing steadied, her body relaxing against him. In this intimate moment, their connection deepened, offering a respite from the control of her parents

"Thank-you Mike" she whispered softly, her gentle voice only loud enough for him to hear. "You are a good person" she added her words only slightly slurred as the alcohol started to erode her decision making.

Mike didn't know what to say but continued to stroke her scales, he could feel her body relaxing in his grip and held her close.

Leena's body felt like it was floating as she leaned into his embrace, "So.... Mike... You like dragons?" she inquired and heard his breath hitch.

Mike stiffened at her inquiry, but given how vulnerable she had made herself he couldn't help but be honest, "There are some I like." He said and stroked the base of her horns.

Leena smiled to herself, as if confirming her suspicions. She couldn't help but push her luck with him, the alcohol helping her forwardness. "And am I some of them?" She said, her words coming out a bit jumbled. She pulled her head out of his lap and brought it up to his face, looking into his eyes for the answer.

Mike felt a bit pinned in her gaze but answered honestly, "I.. Yes," he stuttered, not really knowing what to say. He hesitated on complimenting her scales or her intellect for fear of bringing up her parents. "I like that you are you... I'm sorry that didn't make any sense"

Leena smiled and pressed her snout to his mouth, her tongue pressing against his lips and her heart soared as he opened his mouth and returned the kiss. His eyes widening as her tongue dominated his and pushed into his mouth, He wrapped his hands behind her jawbone and pulled her close, their kiss deepening.

The smokey flavor of her mouth mixed with the distinct taste of the whiskey flooding his senses, She moaned slightly into his mouth as he passionately kissed her long snout, his hands gliding over her scales. He felt her paws move to his crossed legs as she pushed him back on to the mattress, his hands holding her neck for support as he was pressed down into the firm mattress.

As he lay on the mattress she moved her body closer to his, her paws coming up to his shirt and fumbling with the buttons, Mikes heart raced with excitement as this was ticking many of his fantasies but as she continued to roll her tongue around his mouth he couldn't help but still taste the alcohol on her breath.

Mike moved his hands to her paws and turned his head away from her exploring tongue. "wait" he gasped. catching his breath, turning to her he could see her desperate eyes, slightly unfocused from the whiskey. "What are we doing?" he said, wanting to find out exactly what she was thinking.

Leena smiled and pressed her snout against his chest, the firm pressure of her comforting. "Come on, I know you want this." she said softly. Mike pulled her head up to his and looked her in the eyes.

"But do you?" He asked, he could see a flicker of confliction in her eyes. When she didn't respond straight away he knew that this could be something she regretted. "I like you, A lot. Okay? But I know you have had a rough day, and you drank that bottle way too fast. Lets just take it easy. okay?" he said softly and could see her frown. "I'm not saying no, Just not now."

"I...." she started but could see his determined expression. "But I want this" She said, a desperate tone in her voice.

"Will you want me in the morning?" He asked and sat up, causing her to pull her head back.

Leena cocked her head slightly, "Of course!"

"Well, how about we see where we get to then." Mike promised, "I just don't want to do anything you might regret." He added and stroked her snout.

Leena let out a huff and looked out the dorm room window at the setting sun, his attitude towards taking things further was not what she had expected. But as the alcohol tugged at her mind to just push him back down into the mattress and force herself onto him, another side of her relived that he had stopped her.

"This is your call Leena, In the morning if we still feel this way, then we will okay. But I don't want our first time to be a mistake." He said, his voice reassuring and empowering. Leena sighed and nodded, realizing that Mike was right. Her emotions were still in turmoil, and she didn't want to make a decision in the heat of the moment that she might regret later.

"But... I am happy to keep giving you head pats" he teased, his voice playful and broke the tension like a knife.

Leena smirked, "Please don't call it head pats" she said and lowered her head down onto his chest. Mike reached his arms around her neck and stroked her between the horns. "oh, and I can smell your pre" she added with a smirk, causing him to jolt slightly.

"Oh, come on, good looking 'ness like you, throwing herself at me...." Mike said and held her close the evening was still young as he continued to stroke the base of her skull.

It was only a few minutes of absent minded stroking of her smooth scales before he heard her breathing deepen and her head go limp against his chest, Smirking he gently moved her head off his chest and gingerly untangled himself from the dragoness that now dominated his bed. He stripped down to his boxers and could see that indeed there was a sticky wet patch around his groin. He replaced them with a fresh pair and then moved back to the bed, retrieving a pillow from one end he set himself up along side her neck and tried to get comfortable. The warmth of her presence and her steady breathing causing him to drift off to sleep quickly.