Not Done (Temeaire - Temeraire/Lawrence)
Title: Not Done
Author: belladonna12
Rating: PG
Word count: 422
Summary: One simply can not reason with a dragon, even when he’s in human form.
A/N: I humbly apologize if this isn’t my best work ever, I’ve been extremely sidetracked when it comes to ficcing this springkink, first with a job, then with moving. I also apologize for all fics turned in after their proper dates, as I have no home internet, and the nearest library with internet is a three mile walk. I will try to do better.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the ideas for the Temeraire series, nor am I making any money off of this.
Prompt: Temeraire, Laurence/Temeraire (human): Britishness - species-specific understanding
Not Done
“But Laurence, I do not understand. You are a man, and now I am one too. Why is it inappropriate? Do you not want to sleep with me anymore?” This would have been bad enough in regular circumstances, Will Laurence reflected, but when you had a dragon that had somehow been turned human through a combination of a storm, dragon fire, and some kind of chemical spray, it was a disaster. Temeraire understood nothing of human habits. He’d been a dragon before, perfectly safe to go to sleep near. Now he was a stunning young man with long black hair that somehow had the blue marking of his dragon form through it, ivory skin, and innocent eyes.
God, they still hadn’t gotten him into the habit of wearing clothes.
“It isn’t a question of want, dear heart. It is a question of suitability. God has written in his bible that one shall not lay with a man as one would a woman. It is Not Done.” With anyone else, this would have ended the argument. But not Temeraire. The dragon turned man crossed his arms and pouted.
“I do not care what this God has written or not. You are my captain. I shared you with Jane Roland only because I could not fit in such a tiny place.” His eyes blazed, showing he had lost none of his draconic battle spirit. “Now I can, and I will share you no longer, Laurence. You are my captain. Mine alone.” Laurence winced. Temeraire clearly viewed Laurence as a living treasure, or possession. Or mate. Not good.
“Temeraire, it can not be done. People would talk.” An almost boneless shrug.
“I do not care. Now, will you come to bed, or must I use the Divine Wind?” Another curiousity, the divine wind had remained in Temeraire’s human form. Berkley had likened the experience to discovering a male Bane-Sidhee by stepping on its privates. Loud, painful, and not to be repeated. Laurence sighed. It could not be gotten around. Either he slept near Temeraire, or put up with ringing ears for days.
“Oh very well then, you spoiled beast. But I will not disrobe.” Temeraire flung himself happily on Laurence, knocking them both backward onto the bed.
“Oh thank you Laurence. I knew you would see it my way.” With that, Temeraire dropped off to sleep, leaving Laurence praying that this transformation wore off soon. Before his reputation was in shambles. Before he lost his mind.
Before he did something else that was Not Done.
Fin