Those Summer Nights |Sidon x Reader|

9. Exploration

As you can see, the rating is explicit now. We've got smut now boisss. If you do NOT want to read the smut, I've put a line of Xs at the beginning and end of the naughty so you can skip it.

I've been pretty vague when describing the reader, but in this chapter there is explicit AFAB/Female terminology used

Have fun c:

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After having a rather late dinner you find yourself in the pond again, enjoying how cool the shallow water feels on your skin. You sit back, leaning your weight on your arms, and the water is just high enough to reach your waist. You and Sidon had been bouncing from topic to topic, discussing various things. He'd ask questions about your career, you'd ask questions about Zora life, you'd tell him random facts you knew about space or the ocean or plants.

You'd speak about anything that came to mind to distract yourself. Distract yourself from what, one might ask. You were distracting yourself from the fact that the prince who sat before you was staring at you with a look in your eyes you hadn't seen before.

His gaze is hungry. His pupils are dilated as he watches your hands move while you speak. It almost reminds you of the look he'd given you in the cave when you cut your palm, though he's far more relaxed.

Your heart hammers against your chest as you try not to think about it too hard. There's a feeling that's settled in the pit of your stomach. It's not one of fear, however, which ironically frightens you. It's a feeling of lust.

You clear your throat. There's a heat on your face that refuses to go away, and it's not from the campfire which is still crackling nearby. When you look over at Sidon he smiles at you, bearing his teeth. The fire casts a gentle orange glow over him as his eyes are lit by the moon.

"Are you alright?" he asks, the water rippling around you as he moves closer.

You have to force yourself to tear your eyes away from his arms, having noticed the way the light of the fire highlighted the contours of curves of his muscles. "Yeah! Fine," you reply, a bit louder than you'd meant, "fine, fine, perfectly fine, why wouldn't I be."

You're lying through your teeth. Sidon can tell.

"_____," he murmurs gently, and the sound of your name on his tongue nearly makes your squirm.

"Yes, Sidon?" you say, though it comes out as more of a squeak.

By this point he's moved close enough to be right in front of you, using his arms to lean over you.

You find yourself struggling to meet his gaze, but when you do you're surprised to see that his expression has softened. "I know that there is something on your mind, dearest," he practically whispers.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you reply, swallowing nervously.

He chuckles, though it's a tad awkward. His eyes flicker away before he speaks, as if struggling to look at you as well, "... do you remember what I mentioned about my sense of smell?"

You nod your head.

"Well," he continues, his face flushed, "I can smell you."

"I know, we established this earlier," you reply with a small laugh.

He shakes his head, "no, beloved, I mean I can smell you."

Your tilt to the side in confusion. "What do you-"

And then your eyes widen, "oh... oh..."

Your hands fly to your face to cover it as you squeeze your legs together. Your face is hot. He can, quite literally, smell your arousal. "That's so embarrassing," you whine, no longer daring to look at him.