Lemon’s blood was thundering inside of her as she laid in the dragon’s bed. The hand that very gently ran over her skin she could only described as possessive. Lemon found she didn’t mind that much in this capacity. They’d probably need to have a talk clarifying that how ever she might choose to be with him in the future she would always be able to leave if she wanted.

  That conversation though didn’t have to be right then. Actually she didn’t think she could manage that conversation right then. She couldn’t even manage the comfort of relaxing next to him at the moment. Her veins were buzzing tipping from pleasurable to irritating. Her head was starting to get that slight pulsing ache to it and her stomach would soon start to churn and if she didn’t release the energy soon but slowly it would cause her more and more issues.

  “Lemon?” Zohar asked looking her over as if he was worried he’d burned her or something. No he just had too much fucking energy then any living creature should be allowed to produce.

  “There were live plants that came with your shipments right?” She asked sitting up. Zohar sat up with her.

  “Yes.” He confirmed.

  “Any with multiple cycles?” She asked already out of the bed not in the least bothering with modesty and going over to where they sat looking them over frowning.

  “The first three I believe.” He answered. She frowned at how small they were. Still she tried producing fruit pulling them off placing them aside again and again. She still glowed like a fucking sun beam. She ran through magics that took a lot of energy.

  “You mentioned creating a window in my area.” She voiced the thought cracking through some of her unease. When she turned he was behind her. He ran fingers up her side into her hair searching her face for with a deep set frown placing glasses that weren’t warped or bent like she surely remembered his other one’s ending up.

  “What’s wrong?” He asked her. Lemon scoffed at the question.

  “If you couldn’t hold onto this much energy comfortably what makes you think I can?” She asked snapping at him not even trying to be pleasant. His soft fucking warm face just became more concerned, and his touching just became more soothing. “I need to use it up and so I’m going to try transfiguration.” She informed him. She ducked past him and headed quickly down to her space. She walked to the wall he’d informed her looked off over the water on a jagged drop decently high up so even if she had a window there they wouldn’t have to worry about anyone noticing her.

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  She turned brows furrowed at the dragon who simply wrapped a fabric around her clipping it like one of her cloaks before nodding and letting her go. Lemon stared at the Dragon not hiding her bafflement but then shook her head and set to work.

  She couldn’t manage to get it to clear glass, but she managed a green textured for that let light in, if made her space look like a sea cave.

  Fingers again ran through her hair. And his face dropped and pressed into her neck.

  “So energy makes you glow?” He asked her.

  “Like a beacon.” She agreed in a hiss. Not all the light was gone, She let out a frustrated groan and glared at the dragon. “I just transfigured an entire wall and you let all of that build up inside you.” She accused him. The dragon pulled her back closer to him nuzzling over her cheek and into her neck.

  “I naturally produce enough energy to call fire at my whim, fly and maintain a form much larger than this one.” He answered humming contentedly. “I like this.” He breathed. Lemon sighed and raised her hands to run her fingers through his hair.

  His didn’t glow with energy. His skin did that enough for him. Most creatures actually didn’t have beacon hair. It was what made her so recognizable. It was why she’d spent so much time in places she didn’t feel secure using up energy on glamouring her hair and eyes.

  Zohar shifted and caught her lips and she sighed against them before meeting the kiss fully.

  Lemon had a feeling more affections would happen as often as him touching her hair. If she were honest she wasn’t apposed to the attention.

  “We should open the shop.” She pointed out pulling back some. Zohar frowned.

  “It’s my shop I can chose to open it late.” He argued. Lemon had to laugh at that stepping back. The Dragon frowned more looking disappointed. “I don’t want those snakes to consider entering my store.” He added glaring in the direction the must have just been hanging out during all of what went down.

  “If you don’t open, he’ll think he managed to scare you.” Lemon told him.

  “He did.” Zohar offered without hesitation pausing Lemon for a moment nodding.

  “Why? I thought you bought me from him.” Lemon offered not liking the taste of the words in her mouth.

  “I paid him to stop looking for you. I figured he wasn’t stupid enough to come after something I very clearly made a claim known.” Zohar offered nipping her shoulder. “But he seems he can assign your mother’s action to be yours to repay and seems to think I will accept him offering threats of other’s knowing your connection to your mother and location and I not knowing what I have bolstered his determination.” Zohar hissed out. Pulling her close nuzzling her again.

  “Well that assumption was before the information you have now so that makes sense.” Lemon offered to him Zohar growled again and melded her nearly becoming apart of his body.

  “No one will take you from me.” He promised in a soft swirl. Lemon closed her eyes wanted to be able to let it sit as was but she breathed.

  “No one but me.” She reminded him. He pulled back frowned at her like the words ruined his day, but he nodded.

  “If you. Yourself. No outside unimportant individuals involved choose to leave me, I won’t stop you.” He agreed. Lemon leaning in and brushed her lips against his and she felt a bit of his day brighten back.

  “Good. Let’s go open the shop.” She insisted.