The Gator's Room-Personal Narrative

The glow radiating from my phone was the only source of light on the empty street. I could feel my breath hitch as I continued walking. Darkness didn't scare me as much as the thought of being alone.

Exhaling, I sped up, aiming for the single street light that was still some distance away. My eye glanced down to my phone, noting that it was a little after ten. "Shit," I breathed. In hindsight, it hadn't been my best idea to stay so long at the library. Especially when that meant I had to walk back to the dorms alone.

A loud boom echoed all around me, almost giving me a heart attack. A swift glimpse at the sky was enough to tell me rain was in my immediate future. "Dammit, and I'm not even halfway back yet."

While I wasn't keen to leave

The fluorescent ceiling light humming softly as it swung. My choice in seating must have seemed funny to the gator as he let out a soft chuckle.

"Kid I ain't gonna bite you." The gator's low voice rumbled, "That is unless you want me to." He burst into laughter, filling the entire room.

Feigning a smile, I tried my best not to look him in the eyes. This was awkward enough without the innuendo thanks.

Seeing that Rowen was still occupied with his uproarious laughter, I took a moment to assess the situation. Some gator was waiting in the middle of the street, and without even introducing himself invited me, a stranger to his apartment. This sounded like the plot of a bad fan fiction.

A shudder ran through me as a cockroach scrambled across my foot, forcing me to recoil and bolt to my feet.

"Sorry bout the mess, shoulda said somethin'." Not even looking in my direction, the gator extended his hand and grabbed a cigar, promptly lighting it up and slouching back in the chair. "So, ya said yer in college or somethin'? Whadayastudy?"

"Paranormal Studies..." I spat out, burrowing my face in my palms.

"Eh? Ghosts and whatnot?" Another chuckle slipped from his maw. "They really will teach kids anything these

All at once my nose was assaulted with Rowen's scent, a mixture of cigars and strangely lavender. Whatever it was, it was amazing and I found myself intoxicated. I buried my nose into his gut and up towards his armpits, loving every second of it.

Rowen didn't seem to mind my eagerness, I even heard a soft moan escape his muzzle when I flicked my tongue along his armpit. Meanwhile, his hands made their way down my back, reaching for the end of my grey, Yoshi shirt and slipped it out over my head. I went right back to his chest, running my paws down his belly. This wasn't what I expected but I wasn't about to complain now.

Normally, I'd be very insecure about being shirtless in front of a complete stranger, but I felt a sense of safety around him. It was hard to describe but I found I didn't regret anything.

This continued for a while, I intoxicated with his scent and him sort of grunting along with my actions. It was obvious that my mind was clouded, but right now that was the last thing I was worried