hearthebell: (But I'm holding on for dear life)
hearthebell ([personal profile] hearthebell) wrote 2021-07-12 12:49 am (UTC)

[There's something nearly adolescent about the encounter, where L is concerned; this kind of fumbling foreplay never happened for him, when he was younger. There were never peers to engage in it with. He's caught up quite a lot, since, but in fairness to him, it's not like a boy from his world was likely to encounter a mermaid at all, much less in this way.

Only in songs and poems and fever dreams, after many long days nights at sea.

He stiffens as she touches him, his entire body going tense and rigid as she grasps and strokes an appetite that requires no coaxing. Gradually, his braced limbs soften against her, melting as if the water lapping against them has soothed the anxious moment. The worst is over, if she's held his delusional and impudent arousal in her hand, and still seems to want him.

He tries to let the whispering rush of the waves and the salty, seaweed-scented breeze etch it from his thoughts, the notion that fondness and pity inspire her to pretend for his sake.

He bucks and presses forward into her hand, not immune to instinct and the pace it sets. Not nearly as sure, he smooths a hand against scales that seem to soften, open and invite as Alex, herself, awakens to the shared desire between them.]

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