Natemare

ACTIONS: (add + to reverse who does the action)

✦ to finger my muse  ✧ to give my muse oral  ☆ to get caught doing something sexual in public ✻ to catch my muse masturbating  ✸ for a drabble about my muse having a sex dream about yours ❆ to tease my muse  ❁ for our muses first time  ✶ for something awkward to happen during sex ♢ for something to make our muses laugh during sex  ♤ for my muse to help yours undress  ☽ for my muse to have trouble taking off an article of clothing  ♧ to guide my muse’s hands where yours wants to be touched  ♜ for my muse to kiss an area where yours is insecure  ♞ my muse gets a cramp during sex ♦ my muse sneezes during sex ♟ my muse says the wrong name during sex ✪ for our muses to be intimate in nature © for morning sex  ✘ to eat food off of my muse  ♕ make your own scenario 

WORDS: 

‘ stay with me tonight? ’

‘ don’t talk. save your strength. ’

‘ hey, i’ve got you. it’s okay. ’

‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’

‘ i think we’re done. ’

‘ hold my hand. ’

‘ it’s all been a lie, hasn’t it? ’

‘ we’re out of time. ’

‘ you’ll always be a friend. ’

‘ just hold me. ’

‘ i have to leave you behind. i’m sorry. ’

‘ don’t do that. it’ll only hurt. ’

‘ go on, cry. ’

‘ keep your eyes open. ’

‘ can i hug you? ’

‘ i trusted you. ’

‘ do you remember? ’

“Strictly business.” Matthew spoke, clicking his tongue in response to the other’s inquiry. He was already losing his patience with the other, debating on why he had deemed such a visit to be a good idea in the first place. His fingers twitched ever slightly as if in anticipation for some sort of attack. Though he steadied it by instead digging his nails against his palms subtly. “In case you have forgotten or gotten too much sea water lodged into whatever brain you have, I only come here for business.” Mat told him simply yet somewhat strictly, almost as if he was speaking to a child. 

It didn’t seem to phase him that Mat didn’t respond to his song, didn’t seem to be capable of any sort of attraction to him—which was a real pain in his ass. He’d learned to use his voice and body to entice humans and here was someone who could actually help him achieve his goals and his voice did n o t h i n g to him. What a pity.

He chewed at his bottom lip for half a second before lifting his eyes to actually look at her. He’d never cared about revealing himself before, though without the influence of his voice, she might find him horrific. Maybe it was that he didn’t care what she thought of him. He just wanted to make sure she stayed with him. Whether because she was too afraid to seek solace elsewhere or because of her undying affection for him.

“C o m e with m e…” he urged, not even bothering to use his melody now, though he laced their fingers together to draw her up to her feet. He didn’t answer any of her other questions, just drew her up to her feet and towards the ocean waves that washed against the sand, and then into them. He dropped his shorts in the process and waded in until the water was lapping at their knees.

It almost seemed like nothing was going to happen at first. Like they were just standing there in cold, salty water with nothing but the sound of the world around them. And then it happened. The water seemed to stop, bubbles littering the surface before his legs were engulfed in water. He tried to make it look as magical as possible, with water and the faintest glow of purple in the water.

When it all stopped, he’d let go of her hand, but he was smiling up at her from the water, laid on his back while waves and water washed over him. “S u r p r i s e …”

Mireya’s heart raced. Song or no song, even if it wasn’t the same divine experience, she still had the electricity tickling her skin and the feeling of butterflies in her belly. She let him lead her from the beach bed she’d been sat on, abandoning her bag to walk into the water with him. Come with him? Would she finally have answers as to where her mystery man swam or ran away to?

There was a moment of nothing… And then, of magic. Mireya gaped, brown eyes dropping to where the abundance of bubbles formed and burst around them. The water had gone from perfectly clear to glowing purple, and soon her beloved was on his back… With a gorgeous tail. There was no other way to describe her expression other than utter shock rather than horror, although there was a pit in her stomach, different than the normal flutterings. But that was natural! She’d just found out her boyfriend was secretly a merman!

“T h a t s the beauty of what I’m o f f e r i n g you right now...” he gave her a toothy grin, tail flexing as it curved around just slightly, his fins all extended for her to see. “I c a n change you. M a k e you like m e . . .” He explained, smiling as he sat up and let his fingers skim the top of the water.

Keeping her aching for him was so much better than watching her fall madly in love with him. He wasn’t sure she understood just what he was, but what did it matter to him? As long as she danced to the song he sung that was what he cared about.

“I couldn’t stay, I’m sorry. But I’m here now, and I’m yours. All yours.” He promised, pecking her lips softly, chaste compared to the open mouthed kisses he’d been giving her, drawing her in with. He trailed his lips down her chin gently, sliding along the delicate line of her jaw, scraping sharp teeth over her pulse.

“But I have to tell you something. Show you. Actually.” He leaned back, ducking his head to appear guilty, peeking up at her with one eye.

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“C o m e with m e...” he urged, not even bothering to use his melody now, though he laced their fingers together to draw her up to her feet. He didn’t answer any of her other questions, just drew her up to her feet and towards the ocean waves that washed against the sand, and then into them. He dropped his shorts in the process and waded in until the water was lapping at their knees.

It almost seemed like nothing was going to happen at first. Like they were just standing there in cold, salty water with nothing but the sound of the world around them. And then it happened. The water seemed to stop, bubbles littering the surface before his legs were engulfed in water. He tried to make it look as magical as possible, with water and the faintest glow of purple in the water.