Call Me Fire

CHAPTER III

FIRE'S DRAGON WAS ROARING.

And no, it wasn't just making noises. It was banging against his bones restlessly as it forced him to go back to the counter and talk to the strange barista again.

His dragon was mad. It was losing its mind because it could inhale the sweet scent of the strange woman together with the strong caffeine in the air.

It was intoxicating but, at the same time, stressful.  

Closing his eyes, the thousands-year-old, Fire, pinched on the bridge of his nose to ease his headache. Several millennia had passed since the last time his skin tingled this hot. It had been so long that he almost forgot who he was.

When was the last time his dragon brawled like this anyway? A thousand years ago? Two? He couldn't remember. He got too busy watching the world change in search of his missing part. From ancient civilization to whatever civilization he could call it now, from the courageous screams of warriors during crusades to the series of suffering cries due to atomic bomb attacks. He even witnessed how Atlantis sunk under the ocean during his younger years. 

He was always there, not missing an event because he was cursed to see it all. 

'Calm down...' he mentally negotiated to his beast, pushing it to the quieter side of his crowded mind. Then leaning his tired back against the chair, he started enumerating the reasons why his fiery dragon should stop scratching his insides with its sharp claws. 'First of all, let me remind you that you lost the ability to take over this body eon of years ago. Second, we will deal with what you need later, once you're done with your tantrum. Third, no. That lady out there is NOT a mate. She can't be. She's a mere dirty mortal. Same as those who betrayed us. And lastly, because I said so--'

"Umh... E-Excuse me, sir?"

'Oh, bloody.' Fire felt his ears heated up when a soft voice called from behind. More so, when he inhaled and had whipped of her scent again. She smelled like fresh flowers and mortal sin, knocking off the defenses he surrounded his beast with. He clenched his jaw when his molar watered with so much want. Nonetheless, he managed to stay composed on the outside even when he lost grip of his restless dragon-aura for the nth time, and it reached straight between her legs like a gush of warm wind.

It was his beast who grabbed her there -- not him. And although he wasn't looking, he could tell that she felt it when she telepathically shrieked inside his head so loud her voice shook all the neurons he got.

'Bad dragon! Bloody bad dragon!'

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'OH, GOD!'

Tonya forgot her name. Actually, she also forgot that she was holding a tray with espresso when something sizzling made its way under her skirt and between her legs without any preamble.

The touch was silky smooth, again, like an invisible hand cupping her as if it was a long-time lover who perfectly knew how to melt her knees.

"Are you going to hand me the coffee, or are you just going to keep squeezing your knees together there?" It was that familiar voice that cut through her momentary euphoria. 

Blinking, her confused gaze moved from the front of her skirt to the cup on her tray, and then finally, to the serious pair of obsidian eyes looking straight at her like she was some sort of an alien. 

'W-What did he say?'

"Coffee." he verbally answered her mental question, pointing to the cup with his name written on it in shocking red marker. "I supposed that's mine."

"A-actually, it is." She was tongue-tied. Not only that, she was knee-tied too when her steps wobbled under her weight. The magic hand was still between her thighs, not letting go. Worse, it was even motioning back and forth against her most sensitive area as if trying to wake her woman up. 

"That's three bucks, sir." She gave a thank you prayer when her voice came out whole amid the fact that she was deliciously and silently wetting herself. Putting the cup on the table, she straightened her back and pretended that nothing was going on. It wouldn't be wise to tell everyone that something unseen was giving her a million-dollar message inside her thongs, right? 

The sound of bills getting slumped on the desk woke her up. 

Then that was it. 

In one smooth move, the outrageously handsome man before her stood up, grabbed the coffee she served, and then slid past her. 

She couldn't tell what exactly happened, but in perfect harmony with Fire's motion, the invisible hand glided from her middle to her back as if it was being pulled away. The cheeky hand rested on her ass cheek for a second, then, to her surprise, gave her a mild squeeze as if saying 'Later.'

Her eyes widened as she lost track of how long she stood there. She heard the shop's front door open and close, but then even the chimes didn't register to her anymore.

It took her almost a full minute to recover from the sweet shock. Nervously, her hand started patting her skirt, airing out the burning area with the magic touch between her thighs. 

'D*mn! That wasn't a joke anymore, right? It was really there.' 

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HOW SHE MANAGED TO WALK BACK TO THE COUNTER WAS A PUZZLE. More so, when Kristoff gave her that weirded-out look, momentarily stopping the grinding machine when she came back to her post.

"Stop looking at me like that, Kris. You look like you've seen a monster," she snapped, trying to feel normal. That was a fail because long after the teasing, her skin down there still felt like it got lick*d by coal. 

"What the hell is wrong?"

"Tony, I... I think you badly need a cold shower..." Kristoff's voice faded as he intentionally melted his own dialogue. With one of his eyebrows raised, he then shook his head before looking away and turning the machine back on "...with holy water... Ice cold holy water. That's it."

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WHAT COULD DEFINE THE NIGHT that preceded the incident in the coffee shop? Simple. It was sleepless 

Tumbling over her bed wasn't enough for Tonya to snooze her mind off. And no, it wasn't caffeine that was keeping her up. It was that lingering heat right at the bottom of her spine, gliding up and down there like a soft massage at two in the morning. 

'Thirty-six.' she sighed, flipping to the right. 

'Thirty- seven.' She did it again, this time to the left.

'Thirty f*****g hell!' She couldn't take it anymore. Thus, she ended up throwing her poor pillow off the bed. 

"Damn!" she breathed out loud, messing her braids irritatingly while stepping out of the cushion. Trying to get a grip on what was exactly going on with her, she closed her eyes, paced back and forth inside her tiny bedroom, and tried to remember how the whole ordeal started.

That was a wrong move though. Thirty minutes of deep thinking, and she still ended up with nothing but huge eye bags and broken answers. She wasn't able to come up with anything valid at all. Worse, the heat engulfing her just kept getting wilder and wilder every second. It was back between her legs again.

'Bath at two-thirty?' She rolled her eyes, finally giving up on the idea.

She was in haste when she started unbuttoning her pajama top. Even faster, when she pulled down her pajama bottom while skip-walking towards her door. 

She was renting the whole place anyway, so wearing her birthday suit all the way to the bathroom wouldn't be so much of a big deal. Seriously, who would care to climb the twenty-third-floor window at this ungodly hour? No one, of course. Unless it was an ant feeding on the cookie crumbs, she forgot to wipe them out from her cheap dining table. 

'Oh, Lord. Getting hotter. Getting hotter... Yes!' 

The first splashed of water against Tonya's was a blessing. It was so good, and she swore she heard her skin sizzle when the cold drops hit her. 

The relief was fantastic as it slowly trickled onto her face, to her neck, before touching the plump of her breasts. Her eyes were shut so tight as she savored every second of that relaxing feel. She was so into it that she was oblivious of how the water rolling down her legs dried up even before it hit the tiles. 

In less than a minute, the whole bathroom was covered with steam. An odd amount of smoke rose from her slender feet, making its way up to the ceiling. It made the entire frosted glass door blurrier than it already was, completely hiding her nakedness in thick smoke as she continued to drench herself with her eyes close.

She was already halfway done when she fluttered her eyes and, to her horror, noticed how the whole bathroom looked. 

'Jesus Christ!' She gawked, looking around in haste as if she got transported somewhere else. With her eyebrows still tightly knotted, she gazed down at her feet, just to realize that she couldn't even see them with how dense the fog was around them. 

"What the eff is going on?" she mumbled to herself. "Is this even f*****g normal?"