#lizard boyfriend

[starshiplamaupin]

I just imagine one night Julian wakes up and sees Garak staring at him like a freaking cat.

With bonus reflective pupils because...

[friday-night-unknown]

I think it’s funny that UN BF’s name is B001, because it looks like the the word “bool”, which is an American slang term for someone whose really cool.

[azeriaa]

Unknown Boyfriend! Read more for lore.....

Chaotic evil lil’ shit that just wants to see everyone suffers in hell

Harms other for his own entertainment, but if you manage to survive; you peek his interest and now you have a pet lizard have fun lol

His real name is BF001

Picks everything up on the floor and eats/wears it

His stomach digest anything jesus christ

Aromantic Asexual

Very sassy

Evil but not heartless

Climbs wall and slither like what a lizard do

Lizard tongue™

Partial green scales on his torso and some part of the body

Can turn invisible by himself or other things by touching

A human weapon created by mankind in the lab to prevent the catastrophe

He escaped the lab just for fun (Pico punches him for that)

Hates his lizard eyes a lot and blame the scientist for it

No one knows how he survive the catastrophe but he did it anyway

[incorrectly-quoted-queers]

Julian: Jadzia, I love you

Jadzia: No, you don't

Julian: How can you just- Don't rebuff me like I'm a child. I do love you

Jadzia: No, you really don't

Julian: Oh really? And how did you come to this oh-so-stubborn conclusion?

Jadzia: Julian, I have lived eight lifetimes. I know what denial looks like

Jadzia: So, will you finally ask the Cardassian on a date or keep doing this?

Julian:... But I really do love you!

Jadzia: Testing my patience for a few more years it is

[zarcake-writes]

Zaxos

This story features an alien lizard and a female scientist tasked with studying him. 

Warnings: lemon mentions (nothing too graphic)

The base is so quiet and empty that it’s unsettling. Most of the scientists, assistants, and clerks went home hours ago. The only people who are still around are either asleep on their desks or too engrossed in their work to notice anyone. The armed guards stand at attention in the hallways and specific doors, looking as intimidating as always. A closer inspection, however, reveals that many of them have zoned out or are falling asleep standing up.

During the day, the base is abuzz with life. The hallways are filled with people coming and going. Most of the doors are opened, revealing labs and people at work. Voices echo along the halls, the intercom goes off regularly, and people are eager to speak with each other.

At night the base is the complete opposite. Being here at night has always freaked you out. The combination of long, empty hallways and artificial lights remind you of a bad horror movie.

Exhaustion tugs at you, your eyes hurt from reading files all day, your hand is stiff from writing, and your lower back aches from sitting on an uncomfortable chair all day. There’s a smudge on your glasses, but the papers and files in your hands prevent you from cleaning them.

A quick right and you end up down another hall. This one is short and at the end stands two armed guards. Unlike most of the other sleepy guards on base, these two are alert and ready. With stern faces, clenched jaws, and narrowed eyes, they take you in.

While both of them are intimidating, you know the older guard. His eyes are dark and there’s a bit of white in his stubble. While he’s still on alert, there’s an amused look in his eyes and the beginning of a smile on his face. The other guard, well, you don’t like him. He’s younger, with eyes so pale they border on the unnatural. He reminds you of a bully, always glaring down at you and never speaking.

“I have clearance for this area. Doctor Miller has requested these papers to be placed on his desk,” you said. A quick flash of your badge reveals you have level five clearance.

The older guard with dark eyes takes the badge and pretends to examine it closely. He does this every time you show it to him. “A bit late for leaving papers on desks, isn’t it?” While his face is stern, he sounds almost teasing.

You scoff. “Nothing is ever too late for Doctor Miller. The man called me once, at three in the morning, asking me about some a report from two years before. When I told him how late it was, he was surprised. The man never sleeps, and in turn, neither do his assistants.”

The guard with dark eyes laughs and nods his head. “That sounds like Doctor Miller.”

“Knowing him, this simple delivery will turn into me inputting numbers and triple checking data. My luck, I’ll be here all night.”

The dark-eyed guard gives you a sympathetic look and motions for the other guard to open the door. The pale-eyed guard opens the door, his eyes never leave you, and his glare deepens. You do your best to ignore the unpleasant prickling feeling on the back of your neck.

“Well, hopefully, you’ll be out of there soon,” the dark-eyed guard said.

“Let’s hope.”

You nod politely and walk through the door. The feeling of being watched doesn’t leave you until the metal door shuts behind you with an audible click. Something about that pale-eyed guard makes you nervous. The hairs on the back of your neck always stand on end, and your gut tells you to avoid him at all costs.

It can mean anything, right? While he comes across as a dick, he’s just a normal person. All the guards on base are normal people, sure some of them are assholes, but they’re like you. Humans stuck working on this base, not knowing what truly goes on here. That’s one thing everyone on base has in common. No one knows what truly happens on this base or what secrets are hidden away behind locked metal doors. There are whispers and rumors of things that happen, deaths that are ruled as accidents, and disappearances that are ignored.

Dark-eyed guard and pale-eyed guard probably don’t even know about the creature that lies behind the door they guard. They probably have no idea how deep this base truly goes. The twisting tunnels and strange creatures hidden behind metal doors are unknown to them. If you’re being honest, even you don’t know what truly happens here. There are doors and areas of the base that you can’t access. Your level five clearance is nothing.

Some of these places Doctor Miller can’t even access. His clearance is way above yours, and he’s been working here for over two decades. But even he can't access every part of this base.

Doctor Miller told you once that this base is larger than anyone thinks. He mentioned the winding tunnels, secret experiments, strange objects, and creatures that people can only imagine. While he insisted that he can’t tell you everything, he did mention a massacre that occurred a few years back on one of the lower levels. That level has remained locked ever since. No one can get in there and nothing can get out.

After hearing the story, you wonder if something like that would happen on this floor. It’s possible. You only know one of the creatures that reside on this floor. He’s docile and friendly with you, but who knows what else lurks behind locked doors. That thought sends a shiver down your spine.

Arriving at the end of the hall, your thoughts come to a halt. The door, like the others, is metal and locked with a keycard and hand scanner. You think there should be more security. Not just to protect the people on base, but to protect what is inside.

Once the card is swiped and your hand in scanned, the door unlocks and slides open.

The room is large, filled with computers, lab equipment, and a handful of desks. The only source of light in the room comes from a couple of computers in rest mode and two overhead lights. At the far end of the room is a large glass wall.

You enter the room, lazily dropping the stack of papers and files onto your desk. The papers aren’t important. No one asked you to drop off any late files or anything. They were just a guise to get into the room without the guards asking too many questions or getting suspicious. Rumors are spreading and new people are showing up at the base, so it’s important to cover your tracks.

As you approach the glass wall, you can see dark shapes behind the wall and hear the sound of running water. A flip of a switch and the lights beyond the glass turn on, revealing the glass wall is a giant aquarium. Within is a jungle of giant green plants and winding vines. A single large tree sits in the center. There’s a small waterfall in the corner that feeds into a pond. The water is recycled, maintained at a specific temperature and acidity.

You knock, three times, on the glass. For a moment, nothing happens. The small jungle is still, the only sounds you can hear is the running water and thrum of machines behind you. Then, the plants to your right begin the shake and tremble, and a hulking shape emerges on all fours.

Your mouth goes dry and your heart speeds up at the sight of the lizard-like creature. He reminds you of a cross between a Komodo Dragon and Bearded Dragon. He has a long snout, but his cheeks are covered in numerous spines. There are many more spines of various length scattered along his upper back. The creature's skin is a dark red, while the spines are a beautiful shade of turquoise. His eyes are a darker shade of turquoise. His mouth hangs open, revealing sharp teeth and a long dark tongue. He’s so beautiful, you think.

“Zaxos,” you said with a smile.

The large lizard stands on its hind legs and approaches the glass. His tail swings behind his body lazily and his front arms hang at his side. When the creature speaks, his voice is deep and gravely. “Human. It’s a bit late to be here, isn’t it?”

“Y-yes. I just wanted to see you and explain why I wasn’t here earlier. Doctor Miller had me rewriting all of our files by hand today.”

Zaxos’ eyes soften and he settles down on his stomach. His head rests against his front clawed-feet while his tail wraps around his body. “He told me.”

You nod. “You ate?”

“Yes. Doctor Miller brought me something called tuna. It was quite good.”

“Good. Tomorrow, want me to bring you some mangos?”

Zaxos’ eyes grow wide and he nods. “Yes.”

“Alright. Would you like me to get anything for you before I leave?”

“Do you have to go now?”

“No, I told the guards I might be here late. I used Doctor Miller as an excuse.”

Zaxos snorts and sits up. “Can you come in here?”

You smile and nod. The door to enter Zaxos’ glass cage is sealed with a code that only the lead scientist is supposed to know. Doctor Miller gave it to you when he saw how close Zaxos and you were. You had to swear to never reveal you know the code, no matter what happens.

Once the code is punched in, you kick off your shoes and socks, cuff your pants and enter the large aquarium. The air inside is warm and humid, the ground beneath your feet is damp and warm. Zaxos has not moved from his position. He watches you, turquoise eyes narrowed and tail twitching.

When you reach him, he lifts his head from his front legs. When standing, Zaxos towers over you, but in his current position, his head reaches just below your breasts. He rubs his face against your stomach, inhaling and growling. You touch his face; fingers graze the scales and small spines that adorn his face.

“Can I hold you?” he asked.

“You have muddy claws.”

“So?”

“You’ll get mud on my lab coat.”

“So? It’s just mud.”

“Yeah, mud that the guards and others will see.”

Zaxos huffs and looks up at you. “Take off the coat.”

“If I take off my coat, you’ll want all my clothes off. And need I remind you what happened last time?”

Zaxos groans and hides his face in your shirt.

The memory of what happened is still fresh. Zaxos was curious about human bodies, specifically about what human clothes hide, and asked to see you naked. It started innocently, you pointing to your body parts and telling him what they were for. Zaxos listened and watched with a child-like curiosity, nodding at your explanations. However, that changed when you pointed between your legs.

You explained where your vagina and urethra were and the difference between the two. That got Zaxos’ attention and he started asking more questions about human sexuality and mating. You are a scientist, so you explained it to him in a very clinical way. It wasn’t until he stepped closer and nuzzled the dark curls between your legs, inhaling deeply, did you realize he was aroused.

His eyes were hazy, he was panting and drooling. His body shifted, and between his legs, you could see a partially swollen and leaking slit. The tip of what you assumed was his penis was poking out. Zaxos snapped out of his haze when you gasped and moved away, face on fire. He was shocked and embarrassed, apologized, then hid in the bushes.

Looking back, the situation is a bit amusing. But at the time, it freaked you out. You haven’t been with anyone in a very long time. It’s been several years since your last sexual encounter; not like you were telling everyone that. Cuddling only happens with your pillows. And holding hands doesn’t count if it’s with yourself. So, learning that this overgrown lizard can be sexually aroused by you, well it was a huge shock.

“I didn’t mean for that to happen or to upset you,” he grumbles.

“You didn’t upset me; I was just… surprised.”

Zaxos rumbles low in his throat and looks up at you. “You were scared. Could smell it on you.”

A heavy sigh leaves you. Not only were you scared, but you were also turned on. But you can’t tell Zaxos that. “I was a bit, yes.”

“Don’t want you to be scared of me. Never you.”

“I know. I’m sorry I acted that way. I have no reason to be afraid of you. You’re the sweetest lizard around.”

“Not a lizard.”

“Right, not a lizard. A Volkodan from a faraway planet that crashed here on Earth. My apologies.”

Zaxos sits on his back legs and nuzzles your face, his tongue runs along your cheek. You giggle at the rough feel and the heat of his breath. He rumbles, low in his chest; his claws twitch in a desire to hold you against his body.

Zaxos, the sweet alien lizard, has been stuck in this base for almost a decade. When he was brought into the base, snarling and fighting, Doctor Miller took over as the lead scientist. It took a while, but Miller managed to get on his good side.

You’ve only been working with Miller, and in turn Zaxos, for a year and a half. You still remember the first time you saw Zaxos. He was terrifying, so tall and broad, all sharp edges and even sharper teeth. But there was no denying his beauty. He took to you almost instantly, and you took to him. For the longest time, his eyes followed you every time you entered the lab. It took a few months before he was talking to you, and by the sixth month, you were entering his habitat.

As far as you know, Zaxos is the only extraterrestrial on base. You read old reports about other creatures that fell through portals. The descriptions were usually redacted or were purposely vague. But you imagined horned demons and monsters. Other reports tell of objects that reveal things that hide in the shadows. But there were no other reports of aliens.

“Human,” Zaxos said.

“Yes?”

“You always smell so good.” Zaxos’ nose rubs against your neck, he inhales and growls at your scent. His mouth parts, his breath is hot against your skin. A shiver runs down your spine when his tongue laps at the base of your throat.

“Zaxos,” you whimpered.

One of Zaxos’ clawed hands settles on your back; his claws grip the back of your lab coat. “Hmm. My soft human always smells so sweet. Know you’ll taste sweeter.”

A whimper escapes you. Zaxos growls at the noise and continues to lick your neck. Your legs shake and your heart pounds in your chest. His tongue, so rough and long, sends your body into a tizzy; there’s slick gathering in your panties and you're trembling in his grasp.

In a desperate attempt to stay upright, you cling to Zaxos’ broad shoulders. His second-hand settles on your waist, and he pulls you into his lap. His tongue glides down your neck and over your collar bones, his teeth graze your soft skin. The intimacy of the situation has you shaking and whimpering, eyes fluttering shut and heart pounding in your ears. His clawed hand slides up your back, while the hand on your hip tightens. A rumble comes from Zaxos and you whimper in response.

It’s been so long since someone’s held you. The last intimate encounter you had was not bad, but it wasn’t anything to write home about. And it happened several years ago. But Zaxos, he’s barely done anything to you and you’re already a puddle in his hands. His touch, his entire presence, does something to you that you can’t explain. No human, man or woman, has ever made you feel like this.

Zaxos, despite his appearance, is treating you gently. The licking and slight graze of his teeth are arousing in the gentlest of ways. His hands that can easily rip apart anything, are soothing as they hold you. When he rumbles and growls, you swear it’s like a thunderstorm in his chest. Who knew, that the sound of thunder can be soothing. And his massive body, hard and sharp, is comforting. He’s solid and safe.

The realization takes the breath from your lungs and your eyes tear up. He’s safe. You’re safe with him.

“Zaxos.”

He pulls away and studies you face. His eyes narrow when he sees a tear slide down your cheek. With a clawed finger, Zaxos gathers the tear. He looks worried, so scared, you almost sob on the spot.

“It’s ok. I’m just a little emotional right now,” you said quickly.

Zaxos does not look convinced. “Did I hurt you?”

“No, no you didn’t. I… it’s been a long time since someone’s touched me or done anything in that way, and it’s a bit overwhelming.”

“Does my touch… bother you?”

“No. I really enjoy it, maybe a bit too much.”

Zaxos rumbles and nods. “I can smell it. Your body is responsive to me, but I wanted to make sure that you are comfortable. I am pleased you enjoy my touch.”

“And your tongue.”

Zaxos laughs, low and deep. “And my tongue.”

You leave an hour later. It was a challenge getting off of his lap, his whines and grumbles broke your heart. Plus, he was so safe and solid, you didn’t want to leave him. But the clock was ticking and it was getting later. While staying the night wouldn’t raise any eyebrows, you have to get home. A shower and a proper night’s rest are needed.

Zaxos walks you to the door of his cage and watches with sad eyes as you put on your shoes and fix your pants. You take off your lab coat, frown at the dirt and slight rips, but lay it over your arm.

“Zaxos.”

“Human.”

“I’ll be back tomorrow evening, ok? You, be good.”

“I’m always good.”

“I know.”

You lean forward and press a kiss to Zaxos’ snout. His eyes go wide for a moment, but they flutter shut and a low rumble comes from his chest. His eyes are hazy when you pull away, and you know he’s going to pull you back in, but the door slides shut. The lights turn off, but through the darkness of the cage, you can see Zaxos’ figure.

As you leave the lab, you can feel his eyes on you. There’s a pang in your chest and your eyes grow wet. You hate that he has to live in that cage, you want to take him home, but you know that is impossible. There’s no way to get him out of this lab, and even if you did, what would you do with him? Have him hide in your house?

The safest place for Zaxos is the aquarium he’s currently sitting in. And that thought, that thought breaks your heart even more.

[adenandraofvespertine]

I’m in love with Harvey...

I request exploring creek beds with Harvey 💙

Aw that's so sweet~

Harvey was a little awkward asking you along on a date with him, in truth he did it on a whim without actually knowing where to take you.

He thought long and hard about it and decided on getting take out for lunch and driving you out to one of his favourite camping spots to walk around and explore the creeks there. He loves finding little crustaceans and seeing the little fish there, he may not be a water lizard but he still very much enjoys it.

Once you two have eaten, he helps you down the little incline to the creek. Large, flat expanses of stone, smaller rocks and pebbles make up the creek beds and turn to muddy sand at the banks. Fallen logs and tall grass decorate the scene too, birds calling along with the bugs in the bushes.

"Do you like it? I didn't know where to take you so I just thought one of my favourite spots might do." He says, sheepishly scratching his neck scales.

"I like it, don't worry." You chuckle, he gives his lizardy toothless smile and rolls up his shorts. "I'm glad you wore (a dress/skirt/shorts), it's only about knee deep." He says, offering you his hand.

He smiles when you accept it and leads you into the water, your shoes left safely on the riverbank. The water is cool and the running water tickles at your skin, the creek bed is a little slimy in some places but not so much so that it's unbearable.

"There are little fish and crab things here, nothing that bites, no leeches this time of year either. Mosquitos though, watch out for them. Oh look, a frog!" He points, whisper yelling. When you look over there is indeed a little brown patterned frog sitting on a rock, then when you look closer you see a few more sitting on the rocks around it.

"Wow..." You sigh, smiling. Harvey chuckles, "Yeah they like it here, there are green ones and muddy toad fish things further up in the marshy area." He points upstream. As you wade out into the crystal clear water, you see little fish rush upstream and hide under rocks.

Harvey slips over a few times and lands on his tail, you both erupt into fits of giggles and he isn't at all concerned with the fact he's now all wet. Instead he just takes his shirt off and tosses it over a bush to dry. His scaley torso glitters in the sun, there is no muscle definition due to his generally smooth and round shape but you know first hand how strong he is.

"Alright I should warn you I might splash you." He chuckles, trying to keep his footing as he leans down to peer into the water for any creatures. "When you fall over?" You chuckle. Harvey chuckles with you, "Yeah when I slip again."

He suddenly lunges forward and grasps at something under the water, pulling up a little crustacean victoriously. "Hey, a yabby!" He laughs as it tries to pinch at his smooth scaley fingers. You giggle and look closer at the little creature, it looks back at you with beady eyes and keeps trying to pinch at your date's fingers.

"Here I'll let him be, lets try and catch a frog or two, I have a way with amphibians. Being... well, sorta related to them." He shrugs, letting the pinchy creature back into the water and about his day.

The frog catching escapade is an ordeal, a very funny one at that. Watching Harvey slip and slide around on the rocks chasing little hopping creatures is hilarious. Even more so when you join in, losing your footing and falling into the water yourself. Many laughs are had before you finally catch a frog and marvel at it's tiny slippery splendor.

Harvey is very happy that this turned out to be an excellent date idea and very much intends to bring you again. Perhaps with bathing suits this time.

[snacknite]

Get you a bf who laughs hardest at your bad jokes. Iggy and Curt for @marsoid. I've been loving their webcomic Long Exposure by the way! 

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[hufflesmonsters]

Albino Lizard Man

Wow, look at that, I do know how to write sobs,  this was commissioned by @aelia-likes-monsters, who simply screamed STORY. So, here we are <3 

Maybe you were experiencing an early midlife crisis by quitting your job and moving out to a small town in South Carolina. It wasn't like you had any reason to, you had a decent job, a good apartment. You weren't rich but you were fairly comfortable. Just… One day you had looked up and decided that you didn't want this kind of life any longer.

So you quit the next day, gathered all your savings and canceled the lease on your apartment. You sold anything that you weren't fond of, the stuff that basically made its living on the back of your shelf, and shoved the rest of your belongings into the back of your van. You set out down south, pausing at every rest stop to look through brochures for upcoming towns. You did that for three days before you came across one, advertising itself as the second town to have a “lizard man”. It was ridiculous, two towns claiming the same myth. And yet you found yourself drawn to the pamphlet in a way you weren't sure if you could ever explain.

You hit the town the next day, and had found a place to rent by noon. It was a small, but cute little lake house that was way to cheap for the location, but you knew when to not look a gift horse in the mouth. You had had all of your belongings set up by dinner, and was lucky enough to have pizza delivered. And as you sat down on your couch, a slice in hand, you looked around the home and felt a wave of satisfaction. Whatever you were craving, it was here, you were sure of it.

But that was months ago, and you still hadn't found the calling you were looking for. You got a job at a grocery store, nothing big or fancy you only did cashier work. The hours were okay, you managed to keep a steady income. And the job wasn't too bad, the people here were pleasant so you didn't get many, if any, creeps. You just felt… lost almost. Like you were searching for something, or someone, and just couldn't find it.

You also hadn't seen the infamous lizard man, despite your neighbors insisting that he's real. You'd seen alligators, sure, though none of them were big enough to qualify as a “man”. You were beginning to think that the townsfolk had just made him up for tourists, when one day a new alligator appeared.

It was early morning, you were off and wanted to experience the morning on your back porch. It was something you'd always wanted to do, but couldn't in the city. But here, here was perfect.

As you sat, nursing your coffee, a flash of brilliant white caught your eyes. You looked up, eyes wide at the sight of a large, alabaster alligator head floating along the top of the lake a mere ten feet away. Its pink eyes, strangely humanoid, stared back at you, an inquisitive look in his eye. You were suddenly very grateful for the railings that separated the two of you. You slowly placed your cup down and leaned forward to observe the colossal reptile, taking in the scarring on the side of his face.

You'd be the first to admit that you didn't know much about alligators and crocodiles alike, far from it actually. You'd seen videos, and watch them feed some days. They were terrifyingly beautiful, in the way that the same grace that they use to swim can also be used to kill. But, if there was one thing that you did know, it was that albino alligators were a rare find indeed. Only aquariums and zoos housed the animals, finding one in the wild, especially this big and old, was rarer than rare.

Suddenly realizing that you'd been staring at the reptiles pink eye, you averted your gaze to the snout. He'd gotten closer during the time you had spaced out, and was now five feet away. The water was too murky to see the rest of his body, and you really didn't want to see it this close. He was huge. You gave him a hesitant smile, your eyes locking back to his pink, and felt a wave of shock when his own pink orbs widened before he dipped back down into the water. You sat there, staring at the spot where he was in silence.

How about that, you thought as you leaned back and grabbed your cup of coffee. Taking a sip, you let your gaze wander around the surface of the lake. Maybe there is a lizard man after all. A snort escaped you, oh you were funny. One large alligator and suddenly you were believing the rumors. 

You stood, back cracking, and grabbed your cup. You had things to do today, like the pile of dishes that you’d been avoiding like it was the plague. The floor needed to be swept, and you had a whole pile of books that you needed to sort between keep or donate. As much as you really, really, wanted to stay outside and watch the water, you knew that the chores needed to be done. You were an adult, you could totally do this.

It was almost night when you finally allowed yourself to sit again, exhaustion filling your body as you attempted to relax. Your head hit the back of the sofa, a grunt escaping as you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You wanted nothing more than to just sink into the cushions and never get up again. Your whole body hurt, because once you had started on the floor you realized that you hadn’t liked the way your furniture was arranged. Which lead to you rearranging things around, which lead to you not liking that arrangement. By the time you were done, it was dinner time and all you wanted to do was sit.

Your head rolled to the side facing the kitchen. Shit, you hadn’t even touched the dishes. You closed your eyes as you faced the ceiling again. Take out again tonight, it seemed. With a groan, you got up and stretched, wincing when your back popped audibly. You staggered into the kitchen, reaching for your phone you opened your contacts for the local pizza joint. A flash of white caught your eye through the window as you turned, your interest piqued, was your albino friend back?

You walked over to the window, smiling at the large alligator that floated in the water behind your home. You were half tempted to just throw some chicken out into the water for him, to keep him well fed in these cold days. Which, after seeing all of the lake placid movies, you knew was inadvisable. The last thing this town needed was an influx of alligators getting fat and comfortable around humans. But, you thought back to the almost human look in his eyes, it'd be a nice experiment to see if he really was all alligator.

You dialed the pizza place, listing your order as you watched the large alligator. You had ordered a thing of chicken tenders as well, partly to eat and the other part to throw into the lake. The employee gave the time table of forty minutes before you hung up. That would be enough time to do the dishes, maybe. You glanced at the television that called your name, your stance wavering. This was a dangerous territory you found yourself in, the need to get your kitchen in order was just barely winning the war to re-watch Daredevil.

With a sigh, you turned and walked to the sink. Rolling up your sleeves, you went to work. Your mind wandered, as it always did when you did your chores. You glanced up at your alabaster friend, he was still out there, still watching your house. You screwed your lips as you looked back down.

You felt almost silly, being this enamored with the wild animal. Yeah, he was a sight to behold, but you really didn’t need to be staring this much. You had never felt so relieved to hear your doorbell ring, tearing your gaze from the window and shutting your water off. You grabbed the towel and walked over to the door as you dried your hands.

The pizza man was here.

You opened the door and greeted him with a smile, placing the towel on the side table and grabbing your wallet. “How much?”

“Ah,” the kid fumbled with the boxes as he looked for the order ticket. “Twent… Twenty five sixty.”

You pulled out two twenties and six dollars. “The other twenty is your tip,” you told him when he tried to hand it back. His eyes went wide, and you swore that you saw tears well up. You smiled again and took the pizza and chicken from the kid, nodding when he wished you a good night.

Shutting the door, you weighed your options. It was actually a nice night out, the air not as cold as it had been the past few weeks. Plus, it'd be nice to relax out on your patio, with no one but the alligator to see you. So, with your mind made up, you grabbed a plate, napkins and a drink, piling them onto the pizza box, and timidly made your way onto the back patio.

You placed your food down on the table, and collapsed onto the chair, taking in the moment. It really was beautiful outside, the lightning bugs were out and dancing along the lakes surface. The trees and Spanish miss danced in the wind, slowly swaying from side to side. The owls were hooting, the frogs were croaking, and the cicadas were thankfully on a low pitch tonight. You felt an ease settle over you, this right here was why you moved to this secluded spot.

Your stomach alerted you that it was indeed still hungry, the loud growl caused you to jump as it shook you from your thoughts. With a slight chuckle, you grabbed your plate and piled it with pizza and a chicken tender. You ate slowly, going from looking at your phone to looking at the lake. Your new friend was still there, still watching. He looked hungry.

“Can you even eat cooked chicken?” You asked him with a raised brow. Raw meat was for certain, but with the breading and the grease, surely that couldn't be good for an alligators digestive system.

“It's one of my favorite things, actually,” a deep rumble answered. The voice sent a shiver down your spine, goosebumps rising along your arms. You were always a sucker for voices, and this one was no different. You looked around wildly for the source, eyes wide. There was no one there, but you still heard the deep chuckle all the same.

Then, the alligator rose out of the water. Large, strong hands connected to some very well muscled arms grasped the railing. The large reptilian head towered over you as he ducked under the roof. A large knee rested along the wooden floor, and a large tail swept in the water from side to side.

You dropped your pizza in shock. Your mouth opened and closed for a few seconds as you struggled to gather your thoughts. The albino alligator was really the lizard man, you'd been checking him out for the whole day. Hell, you were still checking him out, but you could always tell him it was because his scales looked pretty as they glistened in the low light. That was normal, right?  God you hoped so.

“I…uh, here?” You shakily grabbed a tender and held it out for him to grab.

He gently took it from you, the coolness of his scales brushing against your skin caused you to shiver and blush. Why was he attractive to you? Yeah, the voice is one thing, you even thought those dragons from skyrim were hot, but this?

Him?

You watched as he downed the chicken like it was nothing, and, considering how big he was, it probably wasn't. A long pink tongue snuck out to lick his lips, teeth glistening. His pink orbs fixated on you again.

“Thanks for the snack,” he purred as he leaned down closer to you. “My name is Irsosz, and who might you be?”

Yep, you were fucked. You were absolutely attracted to this reptile of a man. “I, uh, Anna,” you said not quite as smooth as you were praying.

“When did you move in? This house was vacant when I left.”

“F, four months ago,” you said as you tried to keep eye contact. It was so much easier when you thought he was just a normal ass alligator.

Irsosz nodded. “Ah, and I've been gone for five months,” he said. “If I had known how beautiful my new neighbor is, I would have made the effort to come back sooner.” He gave you a wink, and you hated him just a little for it.

“Where did you go, if you weren't here?” You asked, latching onto that tidbit for dear life. You weren't going to verbally acknowledge his advance, your mind was still stumped by it.

“Further up stream, visiting my brothers,” he answered smoothly. “My twin is getting engaged, by our customs at least, so I was helping him propose.”

“You guys get married?”

“We made for life, of course we get married. But his mate is human, so she can't get married by your standards.” Irsosz nodded to himself as he glanced back at the lake, his tail sweeping the water again. “Our marriage isn't complicated. We give our mates a scale, and them in return if they're lizardfolk as well. Our hands our bound to each other by a vine, and we say our… vows I suppose. It's more or less promises, assurances. And then the ceremony is over, and the two are bound.”

You nodded as he finished. “That's kind of cool, actually. She could totally have a “normal” wedding, all you need is someone who is ordained to watch over the vows.”

Irsosz thought that over. “My little brothers girlfriend mentioned that,” he mused before looking at you with a reptilian smile. “You're right, Belle will be thrilled to hear it.”

You smiled back at him. “So you have a twin and little brother living up stream, any other siblings nearby?”

“No, thank god, I'd hate to have to fight them off if they decided to set their sights on you,” he said as he pinched the bridge of his nose, white nostrils flaring at the thought. “No, it's just Igrisz, who I absolutely don't mind, and Bruxo, who I do.”

“Aw, what did he do?”

“Besides being a little shit? He spent the entire time I was up there showing off to his girlfriend up until me and Igrisz had enough and tried to drown him.” He chuckled fondly at the memory.

“I take it he's the youngest of the family,” you gathered.

“He's a couple clutches younger,” Irsosz said. “But not the youngest anymore. Our mother had about five clutches after him, the youngest being ten.” He sighed and shook his head before looking at you again. “But enough about my woes, how are you enjoying the lake?”

“I like it,” you said honestly. “More now that I know you're here.” Was that too strong? You took in his grin, maybe not. “I have to say, I am pleasantly surprised. The locals had me thinking that you were going to break down my front door and start wrecking everything I hold near and dear.”

Irsosz let out a laugh. “I’m not surprised, they like to project Igrisz’s antics onto me. So long as you keep respectful of the lake, I don’t care what you do.” He paused and glanced down at you. “You, however, I am very interested in what you do.”

You stared at the floor as you wrapped your head around that comment. The way you saw it, you had two choices. Go with your head and tell him that it will never work out between the two of you, or go with your heart that said to jump into those drool worthy arms and swim off into the sunset with him. “Is… would it be…” You took a deep breath. “Is it crazy to say that I might be… into you?” God, you sounded lame.

“Not at all,” Irsosz said softly as his large head leaned down closer to yours. “I’m not as theatrical as my brothers, nor as dramatic, but, I look at you and I feel like, for once, my home is complete. A reason to stay here, for more than a few months at a time.”

You wanted to say that this was moving way too fast, that you were a woman who deserved a long series of complicated courting. But you didn’t, because frankly you felt the same thing. The draw, the way you felt like you were complete around him. Maybe, maybe when you quit your job, when you moved out here, it was all in preparation to meeting him. He was your missing piece in life, you knew it now. “So stay,” you whispered to him softly.

His pink orbs searched your face, looking for anything that could contradict your words. When he saw nothing, a shudder went through his body before his hand reached out and cupped your cheek, his head lowering, his lips covering yours. The kiss was sweet, and tasted salty but you found yourself liking it. There was a groan, deep with a creaking echo. Before you could place what it was, Irsosz suddenly dropped onto the wooden floor with a solid thump. A moan of pain escaped him as you looked down wide eyed.

The railing had broken under the immense pressure, the two posts sticking out on either side of his pearline skin. You pressed your lips together, a giggle bubbling up and threatened to burst. Irsosz looked at you with a sigh, resigned to the inevitable.

“Go ahead,” he said as he placed a hand under his chin, trying to regain some dignity. But, as your peals of laughter echoed across the lake, he found himself grinning up at you. You smiled back, eyes alight in adoration. Yes, moving out here may have been a huge decision that you hadn’t fully thought out. But it was worth it, god was it worth it.