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Naga Boyfriend: Oscar (complete)
🕑 Added 2020-07-22 19:01:00 +0000 UTC
There is a time during the day when everything just feels perfect. The sun filters through the trees, and the light scatters like gemstones on the ground through the high windows. What makes it better is that the windows are coated with a material that makes the light less harsh and casts rainbows on everything. The library glows, and everything appears to be magic.
During the summer months and weekends year-round, you work on a program in the library for the local children. You offer free lunch and classes for varying age groups. You handle the youngest batch of kids most of the time. You pick a theme each week and read them stories, then work on a craft project.
The summer classes have just ended, and every year at this time you do a deep cleaning of the kids’ area. You don’t have much else to do besides planning the weekend classes, so it helps you pass the day.
One day, you’re trying to reach a book placed very high on a top shelf. You jump trying to get it, but it’s just out of reach.
“You sound like you’re struggling.” Someone comes up beside you. “Can I help?”
You look up to see a naga beside you. “Yes - um, there’s a book on the top shelf. I can’t get it.”
His brows arch slightly and his eyes become distant for a moment. “I’ll get it.” He smooths his hand along the top shelf until it bumps into the book. “Here.” He places it in your hands. Once you face him, you notice a milky cast to his eyes. “Is that it?”
He’s so handsome you get cotton mouth trying to talk to him. “Yes, thank you.”
He smiles and moves on.
One afternoon as you’re going to clean the shelves, you find the naga in the kids’ section. He’s sitting near the tall windows, and rainbows shimmer along his scales. His tail is coiled as he sits up, seemingly alert, but when you get closer you can see he’s dozing in the warm sunlight. His head is lowered slightly, and his long black hair covers his face.
“Um...” you start off shakily, afraid of making him mad should you wake him. “Excuse me. Excuse me?”
He stirs ever so slightly, turning gently before dozing off again.
“I’m sorry, you try again. I don’t mean to bother you, but we generally don’t let people sleep here. Sir?” You touch his arm, and he flinches. His head lifts, and he brushes his hair back from his face. The sunlight casts rainbow halos on his scales.
“I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to fall asleep here.” His tail uncoils and he picks a book up off the floor. “This was just such a warm spot. I should have known better.”
“It’s okay,” you say quietly. “I’m sorry I had to bother you.”
His tongue darts out of his mouth. “You’re the one who reads to the children, right? I met you the other day.”
“Mostly, yes.” You look him over. His eyes never really fall on you, they just look straight ahead. You notice the book open before him is written in braille. “Do you come here often?”
“It’s close to the school where I’m teaching. I just moved here, so I’m trying to figure out my new haunts,” he chuckles playfully.
“What do you teach?” you ask curiously.
“A few things. Mostly I’ve been brought in to manage a new program for blind and deaf students.” He tilts his head slightly to the side. His scales run up along the side of his neck and over his jaw. There are fine slits along the sides of his mouth that run back towards his ears. His long black hair is silky, catching the light and the rainbows that come off his scales. He’s quite lovely to look at.
“That’s amazing,” you say with a smile. “I’m glad the school is finally setting something like that up.”
He sighs and his shoulders slouch. “I’ve done it at several schools. It usually takes a few years to get it up and running, then I’m off to the next school.”
“You move that often?” you ask.
“I’m used to it.” He rises a bit more and lifts his book. “I should let you get back to work. And I need to find a new book to read until my internet gets hooked up.”
“Have a nice day, then.” You move to the shelf to take books off.
“By the way,” he says in a shy tone, “I’ve heard you reading. You have a very lovely voice.”
The hairs on the back of your neck bristle. You’re not sure how to reply to that compliment.
The naga has a soft smile on his face. “It’s very soothing to listen to.”
“Thank you,” you murmur.
His smile brightens, and he slithers away.
That compliment stays with you all day, making everything seem brighter and lighter. You feel like nothing can get you down, even when it begins to rain.
The rain is still going the next day. It’s darker than usual out when you wake up, so you’re almost confused when your alarm goes off. The rain patters in an even rhythm, showing no signs of letting up. You go into work groggy and tired, and the fatigue doesn’t let up as the day goes on. You’re setting up the kids’ section to prepare for the class the following day, and as you arrange chairs, you notice the naga approaching. He places his hand on the bookshelf, following it until it ends. “I beg your pardon, but I have a question for you.”
“It’s you again.” Your cheeks burn and your heart sputters. “Still haven’t found a book?”
He laughs. “I just like to come here. Libraries were always my escape when I was younger.” He inches closer to you, his tongue flickers out. “I was wondering if you were free Sunday?”
Every inch of your skin tingles, and your hairs all stand on end. “Sunday?”
“I...” he clears his throat. “I don’t know many people around here yet, and I’ve not learned my new surroundings. I was wondering, in exchange for dinner, maybe you could show me around?”
“Me?” your voice cracks.
His smile broadens and he nods. “If I were to have anyone give me a tour, I’d like it to be someone with a beautiful voice.”
You stop breathing. Actually, you can’t recall how to breathe. You gulp back the nervous, excited lump in our throat. “Well...” you start off nervously. “I am free, but what if the rain persists?”
“Then we can just have dinner, and you can tell me all about this town.” He takes his phone from his bag. “I can give you my number, if you like.” He has a flip phone with special buttons. You put your number into his phone, then take his.
“Oh, I don’t think I’ve introduced myself. My name is Oscar.” His large hand comes to rest on his chest. “My friends call me Ozzie.”
“Ozzie. That’s cute.” You feel embarrassed for saying that. “Where should we meet on Sunday? If it’s not raining I mean?”
“How about here?” he suggests. “If it’s still raining, there’s a restaurant I’ve been going to where we can meet for dinner.”
“Okay, that will work.” You buzz with excitement. “I look forward to it.”
“So do I. I do hope it’s sunny.”
All of Saturday you can barely contain your nerves. You keep thinking about Sunday, hoping by then the rain will cease. Luckily, right as that special time of day hits, the sun breaks through and rainbows light up the library.
Sunday is just as beautiful, so you’re able to meet up with Ozzie as planned. He has his hair in a braid, and it hangs down his back. You notice that even outside the library, his scales have a rainbow glow to them.
“Your scales are so beautiful,” you remark in awe. “It’s like you’re holographic.”
“I am.” He smooths his hand down the back of his arm. “I’m a rainbow boa, so my scales have a structural coloration that causes it.”
“It’s stunning.” You start to touch him, but retract your hand before you make contact. “Where would you like to start?” you quickly cover. “Downtown? Shops? The park?”
“I’d like to find a good clothing store and a nice walking route,” Ozzie replies. “But I’m looking forward to a full tour. I’ll go wherever you do.”
Your heart is hammering fast. “Does it take you a while to learn a new place?”
“I’m used to it, so I’m a fairly quick learner. I have a map reader on my phone that can give me directions, but I prefer getting a tour from someone who actually lives in the area.”
“I’ll do my best, then.”
The tour goes well. You show him around the neighborhood, then take him downtown and around the park. You feel silly babbling on, but you remember his compliment. You try not to think of your words as blathering, but he’s attractive and you still feel nervous around him. Once the tour ends, Ozzie insists on taking you to your favorite restaurant for dinner. It feels like a date, but you’re not certain. You don’t eat your full meal, and end up taking home leftovers. Walking back to the library, Ozzie takes your hand in his.
“Uh...” You flinch slightly.
“This is alright, isn’t it?” he asks quietly. “I’ve been wanting to hold your hand all day, but I was nervous.”
“Nervous?” you blurt. “I’m just surprised.”
He chuckles shyly. “Could we do this again?” he asks. “It doesn’t have to be a tour or anything, but I would like to learn the restaurants in town, and dining out is so much nicer with someone.” His fingers lace with yours.
“Is this… was it...” You’re scared to ask the question.
“Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asks. “Will that answer your question?”
Your heart is in your throat, and you nod your head silently. When he doesn’t move, you gasp in mortification - of course he can’t see the gesture. “Oh, yes, that would be nice.”
He chuckles and moves his hand to your face. His fingertips gently brush over your skin, feeling your features. He gently touches your lips before bending to give you a kiss. You lean into it, lingering before you pull away.
“I’ll call you,” he says with a smile. “Be thinking of where you’d like to go next. I like spicy foods, so bonus points if they have a spicy dish.”
You’ve forgotten how to breathe again, so it takes you some time before you can respond. “Alright, sounds nice!”
He takes you out twice that week. Each time it gets a little easier, but the kisses become harder. Each night you meet, the goodbye kiss lingers more. It’s always good, but you’re left wanting at the end of each one.
A month has gone by since you started dating Ozzie, and you’ve been to every restaurant enough that you’ve staked out a favorite place to go together. Some evenings, when the two of you can’t meet up, you talk on the phone.
“I love hearing you over the phone! Sorry if the phone calls bother you,” Ozzie says one night.
“I like talking to you, Ozzie. Don’t apologize for that.”
“It sounds like you’re doing dishes,” he remarks.
“I am. I hate doing them, so I tend to let them pile up. I’m trying to break the habit,” you sigh.
“I don’t mind washing dishes if the water is warm,” he teases.
“Then how about you come over and wash them for me?” you tease right back.
“I could, but I’d have to come over.” His voice suddenly sounds very enticing.
You smile to yourself. “Is that something you’d want to do?” Your heart is hammering again. You’ve wanted to invite him over countless times, but you also wanted to be sure it’s the right thing to offer.
“If you wanted me to.”
“I’m kind of boring at home,” you say gently. “What would we do?” You’re leading a bit, but only so you can find out if you were on the same page.
“Good question,” Ozzie replies. “Well, let me think. We could order takeout and eat, watch some TV. We could cuddle up on the sofa, maybe fool around a little,” he chuckles.
“Fool around?” You bite back your smile. “What does that mean for you, Ozzie?”
“You want me to tell you, or show you?” His voice is a husky purr. “I’m better at being hands-on, you know?”
You take a deep breath. “Maybe I want to know what I’m getting myself into.”
He chuckles. “Okay, then. I would start by playing with your hair. I’d run my fingers through it and braid it. Then I’d start kissing your neck, surprise you with a bite on the ear. As long as you responded well, I would slip my hands under your shirt. I’d get my hands warm on your skin, feeling your pulse, arousing your interest.”
“Good word choice,” you say breathlessly.
“I’ll let the rest be a surprise - that is, if you’re interested.”
“Saturday?” you say a bit too quietly. “If you’re free. I get off at noon.”
“Sounds nice. I’ll meet you at the library. Okay?”
You nod. “Yeah, see you then.”
Saturday seems to go so slowly. Even if it is a half day, you’re chomping at the bit to leave and see Ozzie. He comes in just before you clock out, and he returns a book. You leave together, taking hold of his hand.
“How was your day?” he asks before he gives you a kiss.
“Just fine. Yours?”
“Rather lazy. I let myself sleep in a bit.” His arm slips around your waist. “I’m a little nervous, I have to confess.”
“Really? Why?”
“Because I like you a lot,” he confesses in a sweet tone. “I don’t want to mess this up or do anything that bothers you.”
“I feel the same. I really like you, Ozzie. This is important to me.”
He cups your cheek and smoothes his thumb over your lips. “We can take our time. We have all day today and tomorrow, right?”
You kiss his fingertips and smile. “Yeah.”
Once at your place, you make an order with your favorite restaurant and get comfortable. Ozzie is lounging on the sofa, so you sit down beside him, placing yourself close to him. You snuggle against his chest, and his arm wraps around you.
“You’re so soft and warm,” he sighs. “It feels nice.”
Your cheeks burn from the compliment. “You smell good.”
“Thank you.” He kisses the top of your head. His fingers run through your hair, combing it while massaging your scalp. He dips his head down, breathing into your ear. His fingers tangle in your hair, moving it aside as he kisses your neck.
You hold your breath, stretching your neck so more skin is exposed to him. His moan is soft against your skin, and he begins to push up your shirt. His fingertips graze against your bare breast, brushing over your nipple as it hardens.
There is a knock at the door, and you breathe again. “The food...” you start.
“I’ll get it.” Ozzie slithers off the couch. He answers the door, then places the takeout on the table. “Are you hungry?”
You shake your head. “No.”
Ozzie smiles softly. “I wish I could see the expression on your face right now.” He comes back to the sofa and places his palms on your face. “I bet it’s so sweet.” He kisses you, and once again pushes up your shirt. His kisses trail down your chest until his lips pucker around your nipple. His tongue flicks over it before he suckles.
You whimper weakly, gasping for breath as your arousal spikes. “Ozzie.”
He moans against your breast, lifting his head. “Is something wrong?”
“It’s not that,” you pant. “I just wanted to say your name.”
His tongue darts over your skin again as he moves lower. You touch his hair, running your fingers through it. Your fingers glide down his scales, and he straightens back up. You kiss, falling onto the sofa together. His hands move over you and you cling to him.
You soon press your naked flesh against his, feeling him on every inch of your skin. He presses closer, coiling his tail around your leg. You gasp softly as you feel his erection prod against your belly. He chuckles nervously into your ear.
“Is it okay?” he whispers. He licks your ear and neck. “Or should I stop?”
You shake your head. “Please,” you murmur. “Keep going.”
He runs his hands down your body, moving between your legs to feel for your vulva. He guides himself carefully inside. You whimper, closing your eyes as he stretches you. Your voice catches in your throat as you grab hold of his arms.
He goes slowly, taking his time as he tries to breathe. You watch his face, seeing the glimmer of tears in his eyes. Touching his face, he smiles, and the tears drip onto your fingertips. You gasp in pleasure as he goes deeper. Both of you are silent, breathless, but you remember how he loves your voice.
“Ozzie,” you moan. “You feel so good. Please. A little harder. I want to feel more.” You stroke your hands up his back. “Come closer.”
He smiles weakly. “If you keep talking like that, I won’t last like I want.”
“Then kiss me,” you mewl.
He dips down, kissing you while rolling his hips. He moans into your mouth, swirling his tongue inside. He grunts and nips your bottom lip before bucking sharply. He buries his face in your neck, and you whisper into his ear.
The floor feels cool on your back, while everything else feels so hot. “I love you,” Ozzie coos into your ear.
Your legs feel numb, and your spine tingles. He kisses you and you can barely hold on to him. His weight feels like nothing. Everything is bright and light, and his scales cast rainbows on the floor. Once you catch your breath, you kiss his ear and whisper your reply. “I love you too.”
Comments
Jennifer Lynn Bolan
So sweet!
