>Dazzle pokes her head up over your bed
>you look towards her from your phone when you hear and feel the bed shift a bit from her
>"Anon, I'm having nightmares about that movie."
>you blink over at her, your tired mind trying to catch up
"The... Last Airbender?"
>"What if Shyamalan makes a live-action version of ME?!"
"Dazzle, uh... wouldn't, aren't you already a live-action version of you?"
>she huffs, taking care to direct the accompanying wisp of flame away from the bed
>"You know what I mean. In the dream, he gets a- a CHARMELEON, paints him grey and purple, and... oh...! Can I- may I sleep with you tonight?"
>you set your phone down, fumbling a little with the charger, then lift the blankets
>letting in the cold air, whoops
"You don't need to make up a nightmare to ask that, silly lizard."
>she's already warming up the spot you opened up
>crawling in on all fours
>her thick tail gently taps your face as she wriggles her way under the covers
>clambers over your legs, turning
>then drags her belly against yours until her scaly head pops out of the covers
>she's quite warm
>you'll have to take off the heavier layers if she keeps doing this when it heats up some more
>your eyes adjust to the darkness, and you can see a concerned look on her face
>"I didn't make it up, though. You called us by nickname AND species name, and kept pronouncing Anubis's name like Awna-biss."
>hug the poor girl
>apply headpats
"Just a dream, my little lizard. M. Night Shyamalan isn't real."
>she sighs and relaxes into your embrace, nestling her snout over your shoulder
>as she settles down to sleep, her pink chest scales pulse and glow softly
>and she goes from smelling pleasant to smelling wonderful
>it's soothing
>"Anon?"
"Yes, Dazzle?"
>"I love you."
"Love you too, Dazzle."
>"More than Anubis or Smuggy?"
>you laugh and stroke her back some more
"You're not allowed to give me that much pheromones. Goodnight, little lizard. Sleep well."
>"Sweet dreams, Anon. Goodnight."
