The sound of crashing waves and seagulls welcomed you into the morning. The sand was starting to warm in the new day's sun.
Namor was still clutching you from behind. It was hard to tell if he was asleep. His lungs didn't seem to fill with air like a human's. You could feel the beat of his heart, but no rise and fall of his chest.
Namor's body was still such a mystery to you. As if his lack of breathing while he slept wasn't mysterious enough, then there were his pointed ears and his feathered ankle wings.
He shifted so that his leg was resting over your legs, as if he needed to engulf you as much as possible.
You bit your lip and waited to see if he'd wake up or move again.
When nothing else happened, you glanced down at his leg. You slowly reached down as far as you could reach while being held by his arms, until you found the soft feathers on his ankle.
Their softness was almost breathtaking. As if you had already forgotten that this was a part of his body, you kept stroking the feathered wings with delight.
"Having fun?" He asked against the back of your neck.
Your hand froze in place.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..."
Namor chuckled.
He took your offending hand and held it in his.
"Not to worry love." He said softly.
Despite his reassurance, you still felt like you had done something wrong. It would make sense for him to be protective of his only method of flight.
As he drifted off again, you dwelled on everything that happened yesterday. Meeting the whales had transcended everything you knew about them. It was without a doubt, the most magical event of your life.
But you wondered if you were right to give your body to Namor here on this beach afterwards.
You almost shuddered with pleasure thinking about last night. You had been so upset with him. He was so dangerous and you weren't sure if he was ever going to let you be free again, and then you had just...given in to his advances.
A disturbing thought prevailed: what if he had used a siren-like power on you? If his people could use their voices to compel others to drown themselves, what was to say he couldn't use his voice to compel you to have sex with him?
Out of fear, you tried to reassure yourself otherwise. No, you had definitely wanted to have sex with him on your own accord. You were just feeling unsure about the decision in hindsight.
Suddenly, Namor gasped and shifted away from you. You flinched.
"K'abéet in ja'." He gasped out in Yucatec Mayan as he got to his feet.
"Namor?" You asked.
"Need water." He clarified with another gasp. His ankle wings fluttered. He propelled himself to the ocean and dove beneath the waves.
You were left dumbstruck and alone on the beach. But only for a minute. Still, it was enough time to consider running. You could bolt into the jungle and hide from him, try to find civilization...
Your sandy, Mayan clothing felt awkward and dirty. You looked at the sand imprint where you and Namor had slept and saw that the rebreather mask was still there.
Namor emerged from the ocean to rejoin you. The water droplets on his wet, bronze skin glistened in the sunlight. He slicked his wet hair back. He hovered and landed right in front of you.
