Title: "True Colors"
Author: Rebecca Bradstreet
Rated: R
Archive: Sure.
Summary: John watches Becca fly.
Warning: Sex.
Disclaimer/Notes: I don't own John Grant or any other Profiler character. I don't own Jean-Claude or any other Anitaverse character. I do own Rebecca Belinda "Becca" Drake. She is a dragon version of me. I use // for thoughts, and ** as emphasis. This isn't beta'd so all mistakes are my own. ;)
"True Colors"
by Rebecca Bradstreet (c) 2004
Resort
March 9, 2001
Half asleep John reached out for Becca, and found her side of the bed empty. Her absence jolted him awake. Her side of the bed was still warm. Wide awake he sat up wondering what she was doing out of bed at 2:00am, //I can't hear the TV. The light isn't on in the bathroom. Where are you?//
John slipped out of their bed; pulled on some shorts. If Becca wasn't in their bungalow she had to be outside. He stepped out onto the beach expecting her to be lying on a blanket under the moonlight, //Not here either?//
"Becca?" John called softly into the night air.
He didn't hear any response but there was movement that caught his eye. Between John and the full moon flew something that glittered in the moonlight. As he watched he became more aware of the shape and size of what he saw, //It must be Becca. I mean...it looks like a dragon.//
She flew in lazy circles and loops, or they looked lazy from the ground, //Of course from this distance...//
Becca's wings were long and wide. The moon showed through them when she hung in front of it. Her tail was a whip. She didn't use it as a sail. Becca's neck was long -- long enough to make her head seem small.
//She can knot herself into a pretzel on the fly,// John marveled, watching how Becca twisted in her loops and dives. After a while she began coming back towards the beach. He expected winds to come rushing in ahead of her, but she barely disturbed the sand.
"Becca?" He questioned cautiously as she settled onto the beach.
"John?" She answered, her deep dragon voice softened with surprise.
"The bed was empty," he explained.
"I wanted -- needed to do some flying. There isn't anyone out here to notice at this hour. There wasn't anyone out here to notice. I tried not to wake you," Becca told him.
"It was beautiful. You're beautiful. I'm glad I got to see it," John told her.
"How do you do that?" She asked, looking at him with an emerald dragon's eye.
"Do what?" He replied nervously.
"Tell a twenty foot tall fire breathing monster that she's beautiful," Becca said.
"You *aren't* a monster. You aren't breathing fire, at the moment anyway. And, you *are* beautiful," John said firmly.
"I'm twenty feet tall, covered in scales, and in case you haven't noticed I have a mouth full of very sharp teeth," she flashed the very sharp teeth at him.
"You're twenty feet tall, forty feet long, and covered in golden scales. You also turn the volume on the TV way down low when you just have to watch it while I'm sleeping, eat your scrambled eggs with a little bit of pepper, and manage to make a flash of very sharp teeth look like a goofy grin," he smiled.
Becca lowered her head onto the sand. She folded her wings in tight along her sides, and curled her tail around her legs, "John, come and touch my scales. Feel what the real me feels like."
He crossed the sand slowly, watching her breath, knowing she was watching him. John gently touched the soft membrane of her wings. It was smooth and warm and thin, "This holds you in the air?"
"No, magic holds me in the air. My wings...my wings are for maneuvering, not for power," Becca explained to him quietly.
He slid his hands over her wings, and the scales on her shoulders. Her scales were harder and thicker than her flight membranes, but they were still smooth and warm, "Every inch of you warm this way?"
"Every inch. No cold toes this way, just vicious talons," she flexed her talons in the sand.
"Sharp talons, not vicious ones," John corrected.
"Careful a dragon might think you don't respect her," Becca warned.
"Not respect her? Becca, I love you," he told her fiercely.
She lifted her head from the sand to meet his eyes with one of her own, "This is the first time you've even seen the real me. I spend a lot of time in human form. It's safer, easier, but it's not the real me. This is the real me. I'm a dragon, John. Bailey knows it. Jean-Claude knows it. Heck after the stunt I pulled in St Louis even sergeant Storr knows it."
"You are a beautiful *caring* dragon. You landed on the beach, and were surprised to see me because you'd tried to come out here without waking me. You made every effort not to disturb a single soul with 'the real you.' *That* is the real you, Becca. It doesn't change with your form. I love you Becca, twenty feet tall just as much as when your five feet five inches," John promised her.
She closed her eyes, and shifted to her human form. Becca stood naked on the sand, "I can shift in my clothes, if I couldn't I'd have shredded them at the warehouse. It was just...I don't need clothing when I'm wearing scales. And, I wanted there to be just me and the sky. Thing is it didn't work. I slipped out here to be alone with myself, but I can't anymore. You were here with me even when you were still in bed asleep."
"Really?" John asked tentatively.
"Yeah. I'm not sure what'll happen when we head back to Atlanta. I'm not even sure where I'm going to stay. But I'm sure that for the rest of my life you'll be with me -- the color of your eyes, the sound of your voice, your heavy use of ketchup. You became an inescapable part of me the moment I opened my front door and found you standing there," she closed the distance between them; reached up to touch his chin affectionately.
"Some things need a lot of ketchup," he smiled, dipping his head and kissing the palm of her hand.
"And other things?" Becca grinned, moving her hand to his shoulder.
"Other things need to be eaten slowly, with lots of little bites," John picked her up, kissing her bellybutton as he did so.
"Laid out on a silver platter?" She questioned, hanging onto him tight has he took her back to their bungalow.
"Sometimes on silk sheets," he answered, carrying her to their bed.
"A spread out feast?" Becca smiled as he set her down.
"A wide open banquet," John grinned toothily, slipping off the shorts he'd put on, showing her how much he wanted her.
"With plenty of ripe fruit ready to be eaten," she assured him, lying back on the bed.
"Ready and willing," he chuckled, brushing his hands up her legs. John climbed on to the bed, moving his caressing hands up to her thighs.
"Willing to fill a hungry mouth," Becca breathed to him, spreading her legs before him.
John leaned down, keeping his eyes on her, and began to taste her. He worked slowly, watching her reaction to each touch of his lips and tongue.
"Hungry Becca?" John asked, lifting his mouth from her.
"Mmh, for a filling meal," she answered huskily.
He moved his mouth over her body, up across her stomach, over her breasts, a hand continuing to work where his mouth had been. When John's face was over Becca's he asked her once more, "Hungry Becca?"
She moaned, "Please John? Please fill me?"
John nodded at her request, removing his hand, getting himself into position over her, and sliding his manhood inside her.
Becca watched him nod, whimpering when he removed his hand. She held her breath as John got into position over her. Becca groaned at the feel of him entering her, arching her back, pressing her body closer to his. He caught her body against his, held her to him as he began a rhythm between them. She felt his arms around her, and wrapped hers around him in return. They held onto each other as they moved closer and closer to filling each other with pleasure. At the moment the pleasure burst over them, to their surprise they felt both their own pleasure and the other's.
As they came down, the pleasure having washed through them, John pulled himself out of Becca, and lay down on the bed next to her, still holding her in his arms.
"Full my beautiful fire breathing monster?" He whispered softly in her ear.
"Your beautiful dragon is entirely full handsome," she assured him.