Moonlight, like nature's own quilt, spilled across Fisher's bedroom. He lay with his eyes wide open, gazing intently at the moonlight outside. Underneath that enormous full moon, countless shadows hidden within the light surged, painting the hues of the night.
Beside him, red rose-colored long hair sprawled out unrestrained, with Rafael's hand lightly encircling his shoulder. Her beautiful face rested against Fisher's neck, her every breath an echo of his own, lulling her into a comfortable slumber.
She was sleeping deeply, yet her feet, hands, or even her tail were all entwined with Fisher, especially her presumptuous tail, which was even now peeking from beneath the quilt and occasionally quivering—God knows what she was dreaming about.
Her normally sharp and hard scales became soft and smooth in Fisher's embrace, warm and skin-like to the touch, so supple that it stirred something within Fisher and ignited a new heat in him.
