Nightwing has monopolized the bed

You slowly begin to stir, the sunrise filtering through your windows and giving the world a yellow hue.

Knowing full well that you have to get a bunch of stuff ready, you attempt to stretch to get a head start, but you realize that you can't actually move all that well.

You struggle to get your head up high enough to see what's holding you down.

You frown for a moment before muttering, "huh." It's Nightwing - she's splayed out on the bed, diagonally across you. She's surprisingly heavy, but... you can't say you're surprised by how you've woken up.

She's a dragon, after all. She's likely used to having an entire cave to herself - you fully expected the etiquette of bed sharing to be lost on her.

You sigh to yourself as you start to slowly extract yourself from underneath her. You don't particularly want to wake her up, if only because you'll have time to prepare in silence, and you'll have some time to think and mull over some...developments.

She mumbles a bit in her sleep as you move, and you're shocked at how much of a heavy sleeper she is, even as your knees push into her back.

Eventually you're able to pull yourself free, all without waking her up - somehow. You immediately set about preparing.

The first thing you get is an Elvish backpack - just as durable as your jeans, if not more so, with a handful of zippers and buckles all around. You're not entirely convinced that all of the buckles actually serve a purpose.

You make a mental checklist of what you think you might need for the trek. You don't know how far it is, but Nightwing made it sound like it wouldn't be easy.

As you go about collecting and packing the stuff on your list, you're able to take some time to really think through some of the finer details of your new partnership.

First off, you're apparently a ****, so that's a thing now. Honestly, it doesn't really bother you that much. You can't help but wonder if the magical contract may have something to do with that - and the strange compulsion you felt to obey the other day...

Second, she said that you are entitled to the same level of luxury as herself. That doesn't sound very **** like. In fact, it sounds more like an equal partnership. Perhaps the draconic understanding of the term **** is different from how humans define it?

Lastly, you have an absolutely RAGING hard on right now, and you honestly don't know if you should be concerned about it. Yes, Nightwing is attractive - in fact, in terms of build, she's exactly your type.

However, that doesn't change the fact that she's a dragon. Yes, in the form of a human, but a dragon nonetheless. Now, you may be open-minded, but a dragon...?

{if@ Nightwing thinks you're a pervert == true}Plus, she already thinks you're a pervert, so having an erection around her may lead to some issues...{endif}

Try as you might, however, you can't get your mind off of earlier, when you held her by the hips as you dressed her. Not exactly a sexy activity, but you can't forget just how much you wanted to kiss her...

You're shaken free from your musings by the sound of Nightwing stirring. You look over at her as she groggily sits up with a yawn. You have to stifle a laugh - her hair is a complete and total mess.

"Good morning." You smile at her, and she pulls at her hair in disgust.

"You humans deal with this every morning...?"

Rude.

"Not all humans, but those of us with long hair definitely do."

"Hmm...fix this for me, ****."

You almost roll your eyes at her, but decide that you'd rather stay on her good side for now. You wordlessly find a brush, and sit down on the bed behind her, gently pulling the strands of her silvery hair into place and brushing them into order.

With how unruly her hair is, this is going to take a while...

You may as well take advantage of the situation to get some answers out of her.