Lindsey grinned slyly as she creaked open the bedroom door. Sure enough, the little fish was out like a light. The tracking software had taken him nearly six weeks to write, and sleep had become something he did when he remembered he was tired - perhaps once every few days. He'd been out since before she left for the evening, and it was nearly 2 PM.

The poor fellow's exhausted, you know, comes the more practical thought, but the mischievous streak was louder. She'd teased him dozens of times now, and neither of them had grown tired of it.

She circumambulated the bed, clamoring over as the silvered scales rippled over shoulder and arm, her claws puncturing the sheets as she drew closer, licking over lengthening teeth as the horns pressed against her skull. The tail slipped beneath the night's dress, the wings already starting to tent the fabric. You should probably disrobe first, comes the thought, but the flush in her cheeks said the devious thoughts had already won. A torn dress would be worth the look on his face....

Lindsey is mine, Lunarkeys is :iconlunarkeys:, art by :iconJakkal:!