the wealth of dragons – Alex/Kara ficlet

of-suns-and-guns:

A
little Danvers Sisters ficlet inspired by the post about a dragon trying to
sleep on it’s friends and family ever night because they’re it’s greatest
treasure.

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the wealth of dragons
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Kara
nudges the window open with her muzzle and carefully peeks inside to confirm Alex
definitely still asleep.

The
lump in Alex’s bed doesn’t move and she huffs her small victory, before
scooting further in, one claw on the ottoman, then the next on the hardwood
floor with barely a sound, and keeps her wings tucks tight to her back as she
slips fully into her sister’s apartment, absently bumping the window closed
with her tail.

Alex’s
fan covers the sound of her claws sneaking very
gingerly across the floor and up the small platform to the bed.

Now
it’s time for the difficult part.

She
tucks her body low and scoots herself up alongside the bed, ears perked for any
sound that her presence might’ve been detected, before slowly lighting her
head, neck craned to peek over the edge.

Alex
hasn’t moved, laying on her side, facing away from her, her breath even, the
curved outline of her shoulder, waist, and hip remain still in the slants of
moonlight.

It’s
only years of practice that have given Kara the ability to climb up onto the mattress
so delicately, not even Alex “aggravatingly-light-sleeper” Danvers is
disturbed by it.

Admittedly,
this had been easier when her dragon form was more or less Doberman-sized, as
opposed to the decidedly lion size she is nowadays. But she makes due, and has
learned how to work around her own bulk.

The
fan hums and Alex sleeps, and Kara places each step with the utmost care and precision,
eyes locked on the profile of Alex’s face the entire time.

She
moves as close as she can without touching Alex, then shifts her fore-claw
across Alex’s body, coming to rest just below Alex’s pillow, then her back leg
follows, nearly coming down on Alex’s knee before Kara realizes she’d
miscalculated which fold of the blanket was which, and she freezes, one leg
hanging in the air, claw clenched tight.

She
turns frightful eyes down at Alex’s face, heart pounding, waiting for those
hazel eyes to open and catch her red-clawed.

Alex
hums, face scrunching, the fingers near her face twitching. She sniffs and
nuzzles into her pillow, before sighing and drifting back from the edge of
waking.

Kara
lets out a silent breath, muscles unbunching, and takes excruciating caution as
she finally settles her foot down below Alex’s bent knees.

Now
straddling Alex’s sleeping form, she adjusts her footing a bit, makes sure
everything comfortable and in place, and then slowly lowers herself down,
holding all of her weight on her bent legs as the sleek scales down her belly
brush Alex’s side, before easing her weight down.

Most
of her weight comes to final rest on her legs on either side of Alex’s body, but
she sighs happily at the uniquely perfect sensation of having her sister safely
tucked beneath her.

She
indulges herself the tiniest lick against Alex’s cheek before laying her head
down over Alex’s, lapsing over onto the pillow-space above the mop of dark
hair, tail curling over Alex’s feet, and finally closes her eyes, chest humming
with peace and security, never happier than she is just like this.

Then
Alex shifts and Kara freezes, eyes flying open, waiting on baited breath.

Alex
grunts and moves her head so her ear is no longer quite as trapped under Kara’s
jaw, and slips her hand around the firm muscle of Kara’s upper-foreleg,
absently stroking the sensitive scales with her thumb.

“I’m
still not going to the farmers’ market with you,” she mumbles through a
yawn and squirms to get comfortable, slipping her other hand under Kara’s claw,
palm-to-palm.

Kara
smiles and lifts her head to huff down against Alex’s temple, giving her
another lick, which Alex half-heartedly protests with a whine, but leans into
the affection before Kara settles back down, tucking Alex more securely beneath
her, and closes her eyes with a happy sigh.

Alex
is objectively the greatest treasure in the universe and she’s all Kara’s.

How
did Kara get so lucky?

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fin
—

I utterly adore this concept and have literally been thinking about this for months. So I finally decided to write the thing. And I dunno about you, but I love it.

I do hope you did too, though, and would love it if you let me know, via comments, asks, tags, or just liking and/or reblogging, really.

Anyway, thanks for reading!