Dragon Heart ( ♥ Lillie )

[deacon]

The morning was peaceful and quiet. The sun was out, but hiding; within the gossamer grasp of the clouds you could only so often see a wink of his bright shining smile; the wink which would every so often stream through the window pane and make a halo on the pillow along with Lillie’s chocolate hair, making her seem all the more ethereal to the dragon lying next to her.
As if the seraphs up in heaven (if there was such a place) were decorating for Valentines Day, a light glittering of rain fell down from those same gauzy clouds embracing the sun; the rain turned to tiny crystals of ice, and some wispy flakes, and the whole of the city beneath their nest in her gallery looked as if it was sparkling.

But this was no Disney fairytale, and the dragon definitely wasn’t the kind that kids sang about and called Puff.

Outside, on a branch that reached toward the window like an outstretched arm, a gathering of birds were perched and chirping contently in a rather Disney-like tune. The dragon cracked an eye open and a low rumble echoed out of his throat, and as if hearing the threat within said growl, the winged little creatures squawked and took off into the air. Ah, quiet once more. Much better.
Deacon inhaled deeply, and the scent of the woman beside him; his mate, filled his nose and traveled through his muscular frame like an intoxicant. Immediately his body hardened to stone and his skin released its own unique scent; a bonding scent that had marked the woman as his; everlastingly.

Growling this time in contentment rather than annoyance, the dragon rolled gently to prod his mate with the proof of his perpetual craving for her, and his large tawny hand went to rest on her belly where the result of such cravings grew within.
As hard as the warrior had always been; as emotionless as he had become centuries before reuniting with his wife, it was a marvel that the delicate little flower had made him as weak as a hatching and as filled with passion as a…well…a pregnant female.

A smile broke over the usually impassive visage, and he splayed his fingers over the slightly swollen belly as if he could see the baby with his hands.
“I know my childe.” He growled in a humorous tone that was quite unfamiliar to the dragon as he slowly massaged her rounded tummy. “The sound of happy chirping in the morning is worse than your mother’s snore.”
Of course, he teased. He loved every sound that Lillie made, especially the ones she made without notice. The soft snore while she slept, the gentle purring as they made love, even the quiet sniffles of joy she made when she was rubbing her stomach and she thought she was alone. All of these things were secret treasures he kept locked away in his toughened, but softening heart.

A quiet snort erupted from the dragon’s nose, and he arched a brow, prodding Lillie with his groin again to see if her slumber was true or merely an act to torment him. As large and intimidating as the creature was; waiting for his female to open her eyes, he was like a child waiting to open presents on Christmas morning. Impatient, animated, and even a little bit frantic.
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Will make it purdy when I've got more time, sweet <3

[lillie]

The dream started off just as it had every other night, since she’d been rescued by her dragon lover from the hands of that evil Fae King. She was running through a crowd in the older parts of New Orleans; feeling the frantic beat of frightened feet as people surged in all directions. There were women screaming and children crying, as the buildings burned and crumbled around them. And, just when she was about to make it to the edge of the city…the little girl in white appeared.

She knew that she shouldn’t follow her; she’d made the mistake a hundred times, and even her slumbering mind recognized the danger. But her feet were not hers in this particular dream, and after the child she ran.

The winding path took her to the center of a cemetery, where a woman lay on a cold stone slab. She could smell fire, dirt and blood, and as her stranger’s feet took her toward the sacrificial scene, she held her breath in anticipation. Lightning flashed above her head, as if lighting the way, and she saw herself; lying dead on cold stone, mouth open in a scream—

”WHOOFA.” With a surprised grunt, Lillie awoke, her hands immediately going to her belly. Her daughter was doing some kind of roly-poly thing in her tummy, jabbing at random organs as if sensing Mama’s bad dreams. Rubbing the side of her belly, she sighed and relaxed onto the pillows. Most of the time, she found the baby’s little explorations around her kidneys a bit strange, but that morning, she definitely appreciated them. And…well, look at that. She didn’t even have the urge to paint that horrific scene, as she had before.

It seemed as if her gifts were muted; gone erratic somehow, with the pregnancy. Some days, she missed the compulsion to sit in front of her easel and work away, until her hands and arms were stiff with dried paint…but not that morning.

She lay on her side quietly as her mind slowly came back to reality. The apartment was quiet, the smell of coffee from the automatic machine downstairs was heavenly, and the sounds of birds chirping seemed to promise a good day to come. At the sudden growl behind her, a smile pulled at her lips, and she bit back the urge to laugh. It seemed wrong; this happiness she felt. After years of living in a bubble, convincing herself that her gifts really weren’t real, she’d been kidnapped, tortured, thrown head first into a war, almost magicked to death and flown around Louisiana by a dragon.

And she’d never been happier in her life. Her smile widened as she felt an arm slide around her waist, and a telltale nudge at her bottom. She never would have thought that she’d end up like one of the fantastical creatures she painted; a true Princess who’d fallen in love with a dragon.

Sliding her hand over his, she stretched with a yawn, arching her back against him. The gentle prodding was enough to have her purr in anticipation, and the scent of his bonding made her skin heat.
”Don’t listen to him, honey,” She said in reply, sliding her fingers between his. ”Just you wait; you can experience the freight train crossing with me soon enough.”

Turning, so that she could look at him over her shoulder, she smiled. God, but she would never get used to this; to actually seeing him with her own two eyes. He was so beautiful; so powerful, yet so gentle with her. With a little grunt of exertion, she managed to roll onto her back, so he could lean over her and her free hand came up to caress his cheek. ”Good morning, handsome.” Another shift had her bumping against his happy place, and her smile widened. ”A very good morning.”

NOTES: Homg, I'm so excited! And Deacon's very...happy to see Lil, I take it? HEHE! TAGS: Deacon WORDS: enough ;3
TEMPLATE BY HAY SHAY ! AT CAUTION AND LYRICS BY KESHA

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[deacon]

The dragon’s laughter was a rumble that shook the bed, and their bodies, and made his gem colored eyes flicker with a fire that only his mate could stoke within him. Fingers curled gently into hers, he let his scarred tawny and tawny hand direct their entwined palms across Lillie’s belly so that he could stroke the miracle growing there once more before more carnal instincts took over to guide his wandering touch. He lowered his forehead to his woman’s shoulder and closed his eyes; seeing Madailéin, heavily swollen with child, her hand across her belly and Lillian’s’ warm smile and radiant indigo eyes.
And it was not a dream. The ancient shifter tightened his hand around Lillie’s and inhaled deeply; compelling the shadow that had stained the beating organ centuries ago to fade so this pure, flawless mental image did not crumble towards the miserable memory of his wife and child being stolen from his arms.Deacon bowed his head to capture her lips, but she was turning in his arms and making it easier for his immense and sometimes uncomfortable frame. She was tiny and so very soft; a delicate flower that fit perfectly against his hard ridges. “We have yet to see how very good this morning can be.” The dragon growled low in his throat and pressed that happy place not at all tenderly against her; sometimes the shifter was not aware of his potency or his inhuman cravings and sometimes Lillie had to remind him to be gentle.
Deacon arched a rebellious eyebrow over a teasing gaze, and something akin to a smile drew up the corners of his lips. Bowing his head down the shifter pressed that grin over her blissful lips, and then playfully tugged at her lower pout with his blunt teeth. The mouthy teasing did not last long for the dragon could not stop himself from tasting his mate, and pushed through her lips with his tongue and devoured her at the same time he pressed his body against hers in heady invitation.

Deacon’s hands found themselves wound in her chocolate hair, and he growled throatily again, willing the beast inside him to calm so he could press more significant matters. Panting already more from dire yearning rather than exertion, the dragon pulled away, but could not completely depart them before placing one, two, three lingering kisses against the parted corners.

“The woman smiles now, but she moaned and writhed while she dreamed last night and it left my mind unfocused and vexed. How do you feel this morning? Was it illness that worried your hazy nocturnal visions or was it tenderness in the muscles? I would rub away any ache you have before I soothe mind from worry. Tell me, female, if there is anything you require so that I may ease your every discomfort. You are strong of spirit and fierce a lover, but my progeny is strong willed even before it breathes our air. Pressure may weigh on the mind as well as the body, and I would not have it so. Open head and lips so that I know what to carry.”

The dragon furrowed his brow and hoped that she understood what he was telling her with his words, and his intense honest stare. He needed to protect her; from the world, from his too rough touch sometimes, from the pain that this pregnancy would cause her.
He loved her more than himself. More than the whole of the world. More than one being could ever love another; which made it a good thing that he was more like two creatures; one, an immense monster with scales and dripping fangs; the other, a man that was harsh, yet kind when it came to one woman. He loved brutally. Fiercely. Wholly.

[lillie]

With a contented sigh, Lillie settled back into her mate’s arms. God, there just wasn’t anything like the feeling of being held, loved…cherished. Letting her fingers give his own a little squeeze, she turned to give the crown of his head a kiss as it rested against her shoulder. Sure, she was going to look like a beached whale pretty soon, she tended to lose her cookies in the morning, and she her bladder was as unruly as a spoiled two year old…but still, it seemed, her Deacon loved her anyway.

Which was pretty good; if she was to get hot-air-balloon sized anytime soon, he was going to love her to pieces or die.

…Ah, there you are; hello, hormones. Great…now any minute she was going to start leaking, or get the craving for ice cream and pickles again. Huzzah!

At the insistent nudge of his ‘good morning’ erection, the prophet found her mind immediately turning back to reality. She shifted restlessly, letting her free arm come up until it was curled around her head. When he smiled down at her, she felt her insides go warm, knowing that she was one of the few- if not the only- that got to see such an expression on the dragon’s face. Feeling it against her lips as he kissed her, she sighed and tilted toward him, urging his larger body more fully against him.

The slight tug of his lips on her own made her eyes pop open and a ‘no fair!’ light came teasingly into her eyes, but before she got the chance to retaliate, he was kissing her again. Holy guac and tarter sauce, the man could kiss! Her hand was still entwined with his fingers and she used it to give him a little tug, needing him to slide over into the cradle of her thighs…

Her eyes popped open once again when he started to speak. He wanted to discuss her dreams? Now? Talk? WHAT?

”You know…it’s supposed to be the guy that gets overtly crazy when the whole ‘seduction’ thing gets interrupted, but I find myself ready to beat you with something right now,” She informed him with a little snort of amusement. When he began asking her about her dream, however, the amusement faded.

Pushing herself up until she rested against the headboard, Lillie fidgeted with the bed sheet, gnawing on her bottom lip. Oh poo, he wanted to know about the dream! Had she really been so obviously distressed? Gah, she’d have hoped that she’d be used to the darn thing by now; she’d seen it so many nights. Not that seeing one’s own horrific death could really be something a girl could get used to, but…drat. She didn’t want to tell him; didn’t want to make him more anxious than he already was.

The witch was still loose, there were things from other dimensions running amok, neither of them knew if her sight was permanent, there was always the fear of complications with the baby…and she didn’t even COVER how protective her mate was starting to get, especially when she went out to work in the gallery during the day. She was really reluctant to add yet another worry to the overflowing list, but…damn. She never could lie worth a poop to him, and he’d just keep digging until he found out the truth anyway.

With a defeated grumble, she crossed her arms over her chest and let her shoulders slump. ”It’s not the baby, Deacon. She might be a bit more…active than I was expecting for this stage in the pregnancy, but I’m alright,” Reaching up, she cupped his cheek, urging him to sit beside her. ”But…if I tell you, I want you to promise that you’re not going to worry too much, or go into Uber Protection Mode on me, alright?”

Taking a deep, calming breath she continued. ”I haven’t told you this, but…my dreams have been a bit off, since the baby started getting bigger. Some nights, I can’t remember what went on during sleepy time, and others…when I do dream, I have the same one, each time. I see…I’m running down a street and the city is burning. There are crowds of people pushing at one another, and I follow them…until I see a little girl. She looks so scared and lost that I have to follow her; chase her. We end up in a graveyard, and I stop when I reach the rows of mausoleums. There’s a slab in the middle, and something lying on it. I don’t want to see, but I’m propelled forward; like someone’s pulling me. When I get close enough…” She broke off with a grimace, one hand instinctively stealing down to rest against her belly.

Turning to Deacon, she winced and forced herself to continue. ”I see me. Lying on the stone, bleeding…dead. And the baby’s gone. Taken.” Refusing to acknowledge the shiver that ran through her, she launched forward and slid her arms around her mate before he could react. ”It’s just a dream, Deacon. I’m not worried about it, so you shouldn’t be either. It’s just…the result of all this junk food you’ve been letting me eat. Random gas pockets that’s obviously floated up and into my brain…”

NOTES: Homg, I'm so excited! And Deacon's very...happy to see Lil, I take it? HEHE! TAGS: Deacon WORDS: enough ;3
TEMPLATE BY HAY SHAY ! AT CAUTION AND LYRICS BY KESHA

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[deacon]

There was nothing in the world that could tear a wince from the dragon’s lips or a shudder from his chest save Lillie’s intimidating, yet endearing visage. The thought that he had denied her anything, even physical pleasure while his head was diverted toward other pressing things stirred a fierce possessiveness within the shifter that tightened his body even more. The dragon lived for only one thing; his mate, and to have refused her anything was an indignity his ego could not absolve. “I would offer my boot for such punishments. It is heavy and would make a sufficient weapon for the purpose.” Deacon replied huskily, gauging her reaction as he watched worry darken her face like a cloud across the sun. It dimmed her bright, sky blue eyes. The petite female sat upright against the headboard.

The dragon never was one that could tell a joke and actually pull it off, so when Lillie’s heart shape mouth became a worried pout, a gloom stirred in his chest. Bother. Warriors were not made for such things; humor, poetry, but it troubled him that the guileless teasing had creased her brow.
The shifter watched with narrowed gaze as his mate worried the covers with her lithe fingers and worried her lips with her teeth, and instantly knew his inept repartee had not caused the stress on her stormy face.

Her tender palms pressed to his rough, hair dusted face and the dragon sat up to join her; a tempest brewing in his soul as well as the suddenly darkening heavens. The ancient shifter’s magic was so potent and so engrained within him that his mood affected the very air he breathed. Worry, anger, sadness usually wrote dark clouds across the sky, as they did now; swollen to the brim and close to bursting as he waited on baited breath for his female’s story to continue. He could not promise what she asked of him. To tell her he would not worry or go into a natural animal defensiveness would be a lie. It just was, simply, what he was.

His narrowed gaze at her turned into a wide, horrified one as Lillie confessed her nightmare; and he found his heart had stilled in his chest. Where as his body had been stoned he turned impotent; as he was unable to save her from her own prophecies.
When her hand and her gaze lowered to her softly rounded belly, Deacon did the same, pressing his hand across hers and squeezing it just a little. He loathed seeing her hurting, loathed to imagine seeing something like that; even in hazy nightly visions.

The dragon shook his head and gently pulled her into the cage of his arms; a tremendous agony etched into his face and as a haze across his usually intense cobalt eyes.
“Your dreamy revelations have never lied, Lillie.” The dragon growled roughly, but only because terror had taken up residence in his center. “They may not be precise in outcome and the painting that spills out of your head through fingers and onto canvas may paint a different picture still…, but they always mean something and this troubles me so that my heart stills in my chest. What can such horrible dreams hope to inspire in conscience? Lillie, I cannot loose you and if such prophecies warn that this childbirth will bring about your turning to the Fade, I…I…” Deacon crumbled inside, and his voice died in his throat, but and he could not go on. Loosing his wife and child, again…after all these centuries. It would be the death of him.

[lillie]

Allowing herself to be scooped up and placed against his chest, Lillie turned her face against him to place a kiss on his collarbone. The worry in his voice made her own heart contract and she mentally berated herself for saying anything. Gah, why couldn’t she have just taken the easy road and blamed her nightly worries as…pregnancy gas, or something? Just said that their daughter was obviously breathing fire on her lower intestines because she wasn’t old enough for Daddy to school her? No, of course she had to go and be truthful, thus making the poor dragon even more stressed out than he was before.

Tilting her head back to look at his face, her own scrunched up in an expression of pure worry. God…her dream; it was an expression of his worst fear, wasn’t it? The realization was like a smack upside her head and she resisted the urge to make good use of the headboard behind him. With an unintelligible mumble, she pushed herself up and shifted until she were straddling his legs, her knees on either side of his thighs.

Wow, she was never going to get over how rock hard those muscles of his were. Or how absolutely yummy he looked; all rumpled from sleep and shirtless. She just wanted to forget she’d ever mentioned her dream and lick him like a big, aphrodisiac-smelling lollipop—

For crying out loud, Lillie the Sex Kitten! Now is not the time! With a mental smack, she forced her brain back to reality.

”Please, Deacon, baby…it’s alright. I’m not going anywhere. It’s now my job to hound you until you’ve eaten some veggies, teach you how to speak human so you don’t end up eating one of my brothers, and make you scream my name at night,” As she spoke, she looped her arms around her neck, trailing kisses along his forehead, cheeks and over his eyes. ”The dream…it hopes to warn us of a possibility, that’s all. I don’t mean to sound doomsday, but…with the witch alive and gunning for you, it’s a possibility that she might make a move against us. But- and this is the importance, my love, so listen closely- it’s a possibility that won’t come true.”

The words were said firmly, as he lips compressed into a stubborn line. While Deacon and her brothers might think of her as the little pregnant girl, she knew that she had steel in her backbone, and there was no way in hell that she was leaving his man alone in the world a second time. Leaning forward until their faces were inches apart, she locked her eyes on his.

”I’m not leaving you ever again, and neither is your daughter. I swear to you; on my parents’ graves, I will not go into the Fade unless you’re right there with me, and our child has given me at least four grandchildren to spoil.”

She kissed the tip of his nose and leaned back so that she could look into his face. God, but he was beautiful. The darkness lurking in the back of his eyes made her chest hurt, and she unwound her arms so that she could cup his cheek in her palm.

”But you know…this might be a good reason to teach me how you do that thing with the sword. I could get a Xena costume and die my hair black…” A teasing smile crept onto her face as she welcomed the urge to push some of his worry away. Her learning how to defend herself against the witch was a thing of contention between them, and had somehow turned into ammunition for teasing.

NOTES: <3 TAGS: Deacon WORDS: enough ;3
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[deacon]

He couldn’t loose her again. No, not again. He could not conceive going back to that dark place, void of emotions, where he’d lived so long before Lillie had come to him.
A cold, empty shell of a thing. No place to call home. No care for man, or the supernatural creatures he had hunted; mercilessly, and not because he gave a damn about the safety of humankind.
In those days nothing had roused feeling within him. Not his blade through bone and flesh or the crimson his skin was stained by. Not the woman on the corner soliciting him for an hour; for free. The very invitation had raised bile in his throat every time. He had never taken them up on the offer. Even the sight of tears streaming down the visage of a helpless casualty in the war between man and hell or heaven; he believed in neither, hadn't caused the beating, but lifeless organ within his chest to awaken.

Until his Lillie.

She had planted herself before him; brave though she was blind to the danger his mere presence awarded her. Lillian had found something inside of him worth caring for though her eyes could not see his physical visage.
And then, like her namesake, she had planted herself inside his soul; growing within him; reaching vines that had invaded every part of him, inside and out. Each new bloom that sprang from those vines had awakened a new sensation inside of him. A new, raw emotion.

Raw emotions were what the half man, half dragon was made of. He was raw now; the longing he felt for his woman a gaping wound in his chest that only her touch and kiss could heal.
He was half man, but the powerful beast inside of him lived on pure instinct; compulsion. It had razor sharp talons that licked at his chest and demanded his hunger be sated. It was this untamed hunger that drove the worry from Deacon’s mind and replaced it with need; especially when the flower climbed into his lap and began to tell stories with her lips across his cheeks and his eyes. He parted his lips to release a weighty sigh, steeling his massive scarred hands on the delicate curve of her hips.
Leaning his head back, the sigh turned into a growl as he willed his eyes open so that he could meet her gaze; the one that turned impish when she suggested he put a sword in her hand in place of her paintbrush.

“You are irredeemable, woman.” Deacon growled and lifted a palm to hers, pulling it away from his cheek in order to press his lips across it. He whispered his mouth over her the delicate blue lines on her porcelain hand; let his lips explore the tender wrist, up her arm to the crook of her inner elbow. He moaned, inhaling, and lifting his furrowed brow to look at her. “And infuriating. I will banish those words from your lips with a heady kiss, and then find them removed from your thoughts. No female of mine, swollen with my child, will bare a weapon against the evil that spews from hells mouth. Not when such wickedness had threatened to take her from me and once, nearly succeeded.”

His body; marble beneath hers, pressed upwards against her secret garden, his hand grasped at her hip, pulling it downward to meet the thrust. “If you tell me to accept as true the dream means nothing, I will believe you. Your word is the only truth.” Deacon whispered huskily, pressing his forehead to her slight, but lovely chest where her heart beat resounded. It was the last word said on the matter; the dragon so lost for his woman that if were to ask him to believe words, he would do it in a second. If she asked him to retrieve the sky, he would do it. In a heartbeat.

[lillie]

God, but she hated herself right then; hated the fact that she couldn’t hide anything from him, and that her dreams never seemed to hold anything happy. Weren’t they supposed to be of the future, for the most part? With all of the chaos and death that she suffered through each night; was that a Higher Power telling her that the world they lived in was doomed? There had to be something redeeming; some peaceful, relatively good moment that she could be shown, to give her hope for the days to come.

But no; each night she went to bed content that she was safe in her lover’s arms…and each morning she awoke with the knowledge that their love was in jeopardy. Why couldn’t they just live? She wasn’t expecting a ‘happy ever after,’ because their story was far from a fairytale…but just one nice dream was all she asked for. One little glimmer of hope for the future that her heart craved for.

All she wanted was to see her husband smile and let down his guard for one solid day. She wanted to see their daughter cradled in those strong arms, while the two of them laughed. A sixth sense told her that she would have her father’s azure eyes, and that they would look at her with the same droll expression when she went off on her usual rants. She wanted some kind of assurance that all the horrors that he had suffered, that her past self had suffered, weren’t in vain. Was that so much to ask?

With a sound of contentment, she scooted closer to him and let her eyes drift close. The feeling of his lips on her skin made her shiver, and the low growl of his voice had her belly fluttering. Her brave, gentle dragon. After everything he’d been forced to endure, he deserved some semblance of happiness in his life.

Well, one thing was for certain; if her dreams weren’t going to give her a happy ending, she was going to make one for herself. Screw the Fates! Ayayayaya!

She gasped as he pulled her hips down against him, eyes flying down to his own. She bit back a laugh at his eloquent words, and the very feminist retort that came to mind. Her Deacon was still stuck in the old days in some ways, and the argument could go on for all eternity; he would never change his mind. With a little growl of her own, she swiveled her hips, grinding against him. She’d always been too shy to sleep in the nude, but right then, she really did hate her panties and nighty.

”Don’t even think that this conversation is over, buster,” She said on a low groan. She teased herself with his hardness; moving over him until she was ready to burn her closet. ”I can take care of myself…being a modern woman and all. Not to mention that…ah my gah…I have brothers who are almost as paranoid as you are.”

She leaned forward to give the tip of his nose a kiss, before leaning back and ridding herself of the pesky nightgown. After flinging it over her head, caring less where it might fall, she captured his lips again in an attempt to stall the answer to his question.

Truthfully, she knew her dreams never lied; that the scenes that played in her head each night came to pass, in one way or another. But, holding onto the determination to make her own fate, she refused to believe it. She would call the dreams a warning and leave it at that. There was no one, human or God alike, who would take her from her mate a second time.

Pulling back, she looked into his eyes, cupping his cheeks in her palms. ”The dream means nothing,” She said, punctuating each word with a loving kiss on his forehead, the bridge of his nose and cheekbones. ”You’re stuck with me, dragon. Whether you like it or not.”

NOTES: <3 TAGS: Deacon WORDS: enough ;3
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[deacon]

Deacon’s concentrated cerulean gaze sought out the sky blue sparkle of his woman’s. The very color, the very depth of them, could set his mind and his soul at ease like nothing else ever could. The shape of her lips, the movement of them as she spoke something not entirely in response to his appeal; it was all he needed in this moment, to soothe this worry. The sound of her voice was a balm to his subconscious; her every breath the truth; the only thing that existed. The dragon that had lived so long knowing he could never be calm, loved; never tamed. He had been made so docile by this tiny, unassuming but entirely magnificent, powerful human.
The pressure of her lithe frame against his steely need drew another husky moan from the male’s lips and he furrowed his brow in surrender, clenching his fingers more firmly against her hips. Madness was the thin material that separated his body from hers; for within her the shifter felt he could at least persuade the hard-headed, but soft skinned woman to believe his declarations as sound. Moving within her; there had been times he had won an argument; or three.

“No, this dialogue has scarcely begun.” Deacon answered in a throaty burr, hardly aware of Lillie’s comparison of him to her brothers while her writhing made it hard to focus, in addition to her infuriating declarations of modern day self preservation.
“Nevertheless, modern times or days of old, it will be this dragon that will protect what is his…” And the statement was lost in a shudder as the shifter pressed against her once again, and lost all train of thought.
The chocolate haired woman tilted forward to lay a delicate lippy whisper on the tip of his nose, but in doing so, forced his desire persuasively more intimately against her moist core. He gasped and forbid his hands to grasp at the irritating fabric of her nightdress; for this one was of her favorites he had already annoyed his pregnant mate a number of times by ripping the lingerie from her frame without realizing it. A dragon’s appetite was a fierce one; this fact she had come to realize since that first, miraculous moment in time.

But his woman had a carnal hunger that equaled his own despite her unpretentious appearance. The nightgown was removed from body and mind simultaneously, and Deacon’s lips parted to loose an awed sigh as his azure eyes drank in her flawless porcelain skin as if it were the first time. It was like that every time for the shifter; as if his gaze had never taken in such magnificence; as if his heart had never felt such freedom. Thirsty like his eyes, the dragon’s mouth grew parched for a drink of Lillie’s pale pink lips, and so she fed him with her kiss, and the kiss, reminiscent of her baring herself to him, as if it were the first time, was a miracle within itself.

Lillie’s breathy affirmation of the hollow divination was all the dragon needed to liberate the barely restrained inner beast; and the fingers that were grasped deliberately at her hips lifted her back so he could pull her into him more fully; pouring out his covetousness for her in the mouthy embrace that became more fervent; heady.
There were times lately when the dragon physically loved his woman softly; for the sake of her growing discomfort and the safety of the child that grew within her womb. This time would not be such a time.
Deacon pressed his tongue between her lips without invitation, invading her humid mouth just as he wanted to invade her body with his own. He thrust the moist organ against hers and so the mouthy dance began. He thrust, withdrew, thrust, wound it around hers, teased her gums, nipped carefully at her tongue; withdrew and tasted her lower pout and nipped at that as well.
It was merely the beginning of their mesmerizing, sensual ballet.

The shifter’s fingertips burned a path across the delicate ridges of her backbone as their mouths explored each other. Their bodies found a rasping, desperate rhythm against one another as his lips left to explore the column of her throat, the severe rise and fall of her breast. All of this was an intoxicating ambrosia that made Deacon’s head fog and his body ache and the clouds outside to grow full to near bursting.
During this tormenting tease it was easy for the dragon to let his arm drop down from her back so that he could slide a hand between them, moving the silken length of fabric that separated them so he could, despite his size, slide into her like a secret; a murmur.
The guttural groan of pleasure and the thoroughly boyish glint in his usually stoic gaze could not be missed though. A whisper of something resembling a grin appeared on his lips and the last words Lillie had spoken were like a quiet echo around the room.

“It seems your latter pronouncement rings true in more ways than one…” Deacon teased and shifted slightly; content to just feel her tight and warm around him. The murmur of playful smirk that had pulled up the corners of his lips faded, and once again, as usual, the dragon became solemn and intense. “If I could will it, I would have it so every moment for the rest of this eternity…” He proclaimed, hopeless and bare to her of soul as he was in body.

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Notes: Check your PM bebeh. And opps. I let the dragon kinda' run away there. Hope is okay?!

[lillie]

There was just something about that air of desperation; that seemingly raw need for her, that never failed to make her blush. The heat crept along her cheeks and down her neck, as she smoothed her palms against his collarbones. He was so much larger than she was, but there was so much tenderness in his touch, as if he were afraid that she’d break. Her heart fluttered at the heated look he gave her, and she settled herself more fully against him.

She closed her eyes, biting her lower lip to keep from babbling nonsense. He always had this affect on her; the ability to make her forget the points she was trying to make. She’d been attempting to breach the taboo subject of her taking up arms beside him, and as usual, with one kiss and a few hip swivels of his own, he made her mind into mush.

The feeling of his tongue exploring the dips and hollows of her mouth had her squirming against him, hands coming up to give his hair a ‘you cheater’ tug. She pressed her front to his, loving the feel of those iron muscles twitching beneath her and pulled back to cry out as the obstacle between them was removed. Just as the thought passed through Deacon’s mind, Lillie grasped onto it; every time with her mate, her other half, was like the first time.

Using his shoulders to balance herself, she moved against him. The sudden urge to make him insane; to hear him call out her name as he shook with suppressed need beneath her reared its playful head, and she leaned forward to capture his lips yet again. Up, she swiveled her hips, until his secret was in peril of being lost to her, and then plunged back down. Each movement caused a zing to shoot through her, and she gasped.

Slowly, teasingly, she repeated each movement and captured one of his hands. As he spoke, she kissed the scarred knuckles and nibbled on the hard pads of his fingertips. ”All eternity and beyond, love,” She managed to say, eyes twinkling as they looked into his. ”I think we’ve already established that. I came back for you…and I will always look for you, in this life and the next.”

She held his hand against her heart, then, her motions stilled as the vow fell from her lips. She knew it was true; knew that, even in death, her being was tied to him. He was the other half of her soul, the reason for each breath she took. And while she’d been ignorant to the fact in the past…she’d always known. The few men she’d been with in that other life, before Deacon, hadn’t come close to touching that secret place in her heart.

It was reserved for Deacon. It had been, since the day Madalein first laid eyes on that bulky warrior, facing down a dragon…and it still was, today. He was her first and her last love.
And Heaven help anyone who tried to take him from her again. Madalein hadn’t had the skills to protect herself, but Lillie Galleau did. Leaning forward, her body moving against his once again, she made a quiet promise to whatever Power gave her those prophetic visions.

For once, show me what I need to see. Warn me when my time with him is up, so that I can fight against it.

The Powers gave her no answer, but she knew that they were listening. With a breathy gasp, she nipped at his lips and entwined her fingers with his.
”Now…we were talking about something before,” She said teasingly in his ear. ”Something about your teaching me to fight? Don’t think the conversation is over just because…you’re happy.”

NOTES: <3 TAGS: Deacon WORDS: enough ;3
TEMPLATE BY HAY SHAY ! AT CAUTION AND LYRICS BY KESHA

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