Naga Boyfriend: Oscar (rough draft)

There is a time during the day when everything just feels perfect. The sun reaches a point where it 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 but casts rainbows on everything. The library gets a glow to it and everything just 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 a free lunch, a classes for the varying age groups. You handle the youngest batch of kids most of the time. You pick a theme each week, and read to them stories, then make a craft.

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 ike you’re struggling.” Someone come sup beside you. “Can I help.”

You look up to  see a naga beside you. “Yes uhm, there’s a book on the top shelf. I can’t get it.”

His brows arch slightly and his eyes appear to go into the distance. “I’ll get it.” He smooths his hand along the top shelf until they bump into the book. “Here.” He places it in your hands. Once you face him, you notice a milky cast to his eyes. “That it?”

He’s so handsome you get cotton mouth trying to talk to him. “Yes, thank you.”

He smiles and he moves on. 

One afternoon as you’re going to clean the shelves, you find the naga in the kid’s section. He’s sitting near the window, and there is a cast of rainbows to his skin.

As you come closer, you see he is a naga. His tail is coiled up while he sits up, seeming alert. The closer you get though, the more you see he’s dozing in the warm sunlight coming from the tall windows. His head is down slightly, and his long black hair covers his face. 

“Uhm-” You start off shakily, afraid of making him mad should you wake him. “Excuse me,” your voice is a bit weak. “Excuse me?”

He stirs ever so slightly, turning gently then 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 perks up and he scoops his hair back away from his face. A rainbow hue comes off his skin, casting a halo off 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 ground. “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.”

“Uhm, mostly, yes.” You look him over. His eyes never really fall on you, they just look straight ahead. You notice too his book is in brail. “Do you come here often?”

“It’s close to the school where I’m teaching,” he replies. “I just moved here so I’m trying to figure out my new haunts,” he chuckles playfully.

“What do you teach?” You ask curiously.

“I’m doing a few things, mostly I’ve been brought in to set up 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 cut back towards his ears. His long black hair is silky and shiny, catching the light and halo of 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 gasp.

“I’m used to it.” He rises a bit more. “I should let you get back to work.” He lifts the book he’s holding up. “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 with a shy tone. “I’ve heard you reading, you have a very lovely voice.”

The hairs ont he back of your neck stand up and 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 gasp in surprise.

His smile brightens and he slithers away.

That compliment goes with you all day, it makes the day seem brighter and lighter. You feel like nothing can get you down, even when it begins to rain. 

The rain is still going when you head into work the next day. It’s darker than usual out when you wake up, so you’re almost confused when you’re alarm goes off. The rain patters in an even rhythm, showing no signs of letting up. 

You go into work feeling groggy and tired, something that doesn’t let up as the day goes on. You’re setting up the kid’s section to prepare for the class the following day. Friday was always a set up day. 

As you’re putting up chairs, you notice the naga approaching. He places his hand upon 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 young.” He inches closer to you, his tongue flickers out. “I was wondering if you were free sunday?”

Every inch of your skin tingles and the hairs all stand on end. “Sunday?”

“I uhm-” 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 yet 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 out 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 lays over his chest. “My friends call me Ozzie.”

“Ozzie, that’s cute.” You then feel embarrassed for saying that. “Where should we meet on Sunday? If it’s not raining I mean.” You hope to cover your tracks that way. 

“How about here?” He suggests. “If it’s still raining there is a restaurant I have been going to where we can meet for dinner.”

“Okay, that will work.” You feel so excited and buzzy. “I look forward to it.”

“So do I. I do hope it’s sunny.”

All of Saturday you can barely contain your nerves and excitement. You keep thinking about Sunday, hoping by then the rains 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 braided 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 your holographic.”

“I am.” He smoothes 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 but recoil your hand before you make contact. “Where would you like to start?” You quickly cover again. “Downtown? Certain shops? The park?”

“I would 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 so 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 blather, but he’s attractive and you feel a bit 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’re still nervous so you 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 all day but I was nervous.”

“Nervous?” You accidentally blurt. “I’m just surprised.”

He chuckles shyly. “Could we do this again?” He asks. “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 then asks. “Will that answer your question?”

Your heart is in your throat and you nod your heart silently. When he doesn’t move your gasp. “Oh, yes, that would be nice.”

He chuckles and moves his hand to your face. His fingertips gently touch over your skin, feeling your face. He gently touches your lips before bending over 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 kissers become harder. Each night you meet the kiss grows. It’s always good, but it begins to leave you 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 both have a favorite place to go together. Some evening, 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,” you 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 chide 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 invited him over countless times, but you also wanted to be sure.

“If you wanted me to.”

“I’m kind of boring at home,” you say gently. “What would we do?” You were leading a bit, but only so you could find out if you were on the same page.

“Good question,” Ozzie remarks. “Well, let me think, we could order take out 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. Well, I would start by playing with your hair. I’d run my fingers through it, braid it, then I’d start kissing your neck, surprise you with a bite on the ear. As long as you responded well, then 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 slow. Even if it is a half day, you are chomping at the bit to leave and see Ozzie. He comes in just before you clock out and 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 with 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 for your favorite restaurant then get comfortable. Ozzie is lounging on the sofa as you come out. You sit down beside him, placing yourself close to him. You snuggle to 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 then 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 his fingers begin to push up your shirt. His fingers tips graze against your bare breast, brushing against your nipple as it hardens.

There is a knock at the door and you breathe again. “The food-” you gasp.

“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 breast. His tongue flickers over your nipple before he suckles upon it.

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 raises back up. You kiss, falling onto the sofa together. His hands move over you and you cling to him. 

You soon press naked to his body, feeling him on every inch of your skin. He presses closer, coiling his tail around your leg. You gasp softly as you feel him prod against your belly. He chuckled 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 your plump mound. He guides himself carefully, slowly placing himself inside you. You whimper, closing your eyes as he surges deep inside. Your voice catches in your throat and you grab hold of his arms.

He goes slow, taking his time as he tries to breathe. You watch his face, seeing a glimmer of tears on the rim. 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 snarls and nips your bottom lip before bucking. 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,” he coos into your ear. Your legs feel numb and your spine tingles. He kisses you and you can barely hold on to him.

He lays upon you, his weight feels like nothing. Everything is bright and light, and his scales cast rainbows upon the floor. Once you catch your breath you kiss his ear and whisper bac your reply. 

“I love you too.”