[color=plum][h3][center]- Laurel -[/center][/h3][/color]
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The twitch of the lithe muscle beneath the flesh of her back was the only indication Laurel gave that she had any idea Sulley was touching her. Other than the goosebumps that curled up behind his fingertip's path along her skin Laurel remained utterly motionless. It was only when his hands clasped almost possessively around the back of her neck did she lean into his touch, green eyes fluttering closed for a moment as she inhaled the scent of the smoke he released. She could smell subtle notes of sulphur mixed with the ever present scent of the cigarettes he was forever smoking among a plethora of other scents. 

Her eyes opened back up when he rested his chin against her bare shoulder, one hand pinning her in place on her other shoulder. She didn't initially reply to his comment about her tattoo as she was too busy basking in the innate heat that lived inside him. Her own body greedily absorbed the heat while heating up her skin to the point that heat and soft tendrils of smoke rolled off her skin. She did however let out a soft husky laugh when he asked about Vlad, questioning how they had met. "[color=plum]He actually destroyed several of the trees in the glade and killed a bunch of baby animals. When I lit into him about it he spouted some darwinism nonsense about survival of the fittest. Some other people were pretty unhappy as well but he took off, tried to set me on fire. Twice. He burned himself out, passed out cold. So I packed him back here. He might be a jerk but I wasn't going to leave him laying, the birds might have pecked his eyes out or something with what he did.[/color]" 

She pursed her full lips when she finished speaking, having unconsciously shadowed his steps towards the chair to remain in receiving distance of the heat he provided. Her long dark hair was partially pulled over her shoulders, cascading down across her chest to obscure her breasts from view as she moved to remain within touching distance of the dragon. He was very nearly an entire foot taller than she was but it wasn't particularly something than bothered her. One got quite used to people literally looking down at them when they were her height, nearly everyone was taller than she was. It seemed to be quite appealing to males from what she could gather, they were a fickle bunch of creatures the lot of them. She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her jeans, inadvertently pushing them down to further reveal the smooth skin of her lower stomach and the delicate lines of her hip bones. 

The woman seemed totally unaware of the fact she was topless in front of the dragon, moving with ease and confidence until she was less than a foot away. Her body was naturally drawn to the heat, unconcerned with her bare skin as she stood more than close enough to touch, just a couple of inches away. "[color=plum]He's quite aggressive, I'll say that, and certainly not very friendly. Power hungry for sure though. There is a reason I didn't tell him you are a dragon.[/color]" She withdrew her right hand from her waist to slide the painted black and golden fingernail of her middle finger along her dusky red bottom lip. Her moderately long fingernails had been painted a matte black with real gold leaf designs. They were simple but elegant looking at the tips of her long elegant fingers. Laurel was no fool, the word dragon was enough to make lesser men quiver with the need for power. The species was synonymous with power and wealth, had been for centuries. There was a reason there were so few dragons left and even fewer in the human realm.