[color=plum][center][h3]- Laurel -[/h3][/center][/color]
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Laurel looked strangely at the dragon before her as she once again shadowed his steps towards her bed. She chuckled softly when he asked about the heat. "[color=plum]Sulley, I am the near perfect embodiment of the daughter of the Sun God. I am the goddess of fire in Egyptian culture.[/color]" She offered as an explanation, her voice soft and warm as she looked at him with a smile. Green eyes swirled softly with the golden yellow of her other form and uncertain excitement. She pursed her full dark pink lips as she watched him remove his shirt and then lay down among her gold sheets. They were literally gold wrapped in tiny microscopic  threads of silk so they felt like silk but had the majorities of the properties of Gold, namely its high melting point. It was her mother's invention, a gift to her and nearly impossible for anyone but her mother to create. They shimmered dimly in the low light of her room as they were rustled about by the dragon.

The sight made her realize that the only light in the room was the soft flickering light of the candles places strategically around the room. That accompanied with the frankincense and myrrh incense that were burning created an air of mystique and possible romance though the idea had never once crossed the gifted's mind. She hadn't been raised in a household of love and romance, only business and responsibilities. She wasn't a prude so to speak, she had simply never been around anyone who had offered either out of fear of her herself or the people she was often surrounded with. Her father and brother certainly didn't help things. It was this sheer lack of thought about the subject that allowed the gifted to slip her thumbs in the belt loops of her jeans and shimmy out of them without reserve, revealing toned and well tanned legs. 

The only adornment of her body was the shimmering gold belly button ring she always wore and a pair of brilliant, almost startlingly red panties. For Laurel it was the natural thing to do, one didn't generally lay in their bed with clothes on. Not to mention she wasn't really interested in snagging the custom fabric of her bedding. She had cooled significantly just in the small amount of time she had already been a little ways away from Sulley. Being closer to that searingly delicious heat was the only thing she was particularly thinking about. It was rather addictive when one spent the majority of their life feeling cold. It was a detestable thing, being cold. However, these days she was more often than not cool to the level of discomfort if not sickness. It was almost as if she had controlled the fire inside her to the point it was dampening out. Fire wasn't something that tended to lend itself willingly to being controlled. In the first years here at the school she had been nothing short of explosive. 

She leaned against the edge of the bed for a brief moment before she prowled onto the bed, her lithe muscles rippling underneath her olive skin. Sidling up next to the dragon's dimly glowing skin, she laid easily against his ribs, unable to stop herself from touching him. It was a this point that the low purr vibrated from her chest, her now smoldering green eyes fluttering closed while her lips parted. The heat this close and this temperature was sheer bliss compared to the near icy existence she had unknowingly been living until this moment. "[color=plum]Thank Re for these gold sheets. You have a good bit of temperature before they melt and an absurd amount before you even get close to burning me.[/color]" Her words were barely a breathy purr, completely without pretense. She gave a contented sigh, as she pressed against him further. She was, however, glad for the vanilla and chocolate scented perfume she had put on not long ago being this close to someone. It was the only partial thought that entered her bliss consumed mind.