The New World

✴Chapter Four✴

~~full on smut, read at your own discretion~~
Word Count: 6,107
(p.s. I now have two drafts of this scene that didn't fit the vibe, so if this ends up not being the vibe, i got options lol)

"What if I am?" he says looking at my face. I know if I looked into his eyes I would break and make a fool of myself right here. I made a promise to myself after Kid and I can't restart that progress because of this... ugh but why does he have to be so fucking hot doing absolutely nothing?

"Then you better start getting all your affairs in order because apparently I'm a 'huge distraction' if you want to get involved with me." My hurt feelings setting back in that Kid thought I needed to leave sooner than later. I was kind of hoping he would take me to the General himself.  Pulling my hair forward to twirl the ends of my unreasonably long hair trying to calm down.

"See, Sweetheart, that was how that child thinks. When you're a man you can do both." Still looking at me intensely, so I look over hesitantly. He looked so softly at me but his eyes were glossy and dark. I think it's.. No, He just met me, I'm not that amazing why is this happening? He might actually answer me the way he was asking me questions..

"So, what about this situation is turning you on?" I ask as innocently as possible. His glassy stare, his slow deep breathing, and I thought it was just the sun but he looks flushed. He thought for a second before speaking smoothly, "I'm just tired love, if you're projecting I don't blame you" he deflected with an indifferent tone, then stretched his arms over his head lifting his hat then ruffled his hair with a yawn before standing up. Oh he's good.

"Well you can stay out here if you want but we're going to submerge now" He pressed buttons on the hull and the mast retracts itself. Walking into the hull he left the door open. I stare off at the horizon collecting myself. This will not be a repeat adventure, I will get stronger. I should maybe spend some time finding a weapon to use. Getting up and dusting my legs off, I walk in and the closed person closes the door securely then jumps in the cockpit seat and starts hitting buttons like a madman.

I am immediately lost. From the surface this wasn't that big, but it's like an iceberg, with a ladder visible off to the side. I walk into the hallway and it looks like a kitchen off to the right with windows. I stand under the large center window. Holding myself as an odd panic rises in the pit of my stomach. Since my first day waking up here, the Ocean and smelly men are the quickest deaths I've witnessed. I hear shuffling in the hallway behind me. People walk in and grab what they need, try to say hello and introduce themselves, but all of my focus is on this window. I don't know how long I was standing there, just witnessing the descent and the blue void of the open ocean. I saw maybe two fish but so far, nothing. And that was unnerving me that something was coming.

"You know that's five layers of thick glass, it's not going to break." That low tone snapped me out of my trance. I turned around startled like a deer in headlights, but I was holding myself tightly and my heart rate was already too fast for comfort. No words could come out, I was beyond panicked. The doctor was leaned up on the doorframe, arms crossed and a smirk shining brightly, but when he assessed my condition, concern and furled eyebrows were his only expression as he rushed over to me and hugged me in a tight hug.

"I didn't realize, everyone thought you were just fascinated. Can you take some deep breaths and relax your arms for me?" He sways ever so slightly to try and distract me from the psych-loop I was in. My mind was racing with the intense dread in my body over being underwater, with this combined relief of his warmth and sturdy hold on my torso. I try to take deep breaths as I slowly try to let go of my arms and I feel so paralyzed and stiff. Slowly I'm able to drop my arms and shake my hands out to get my blood flowing again, but the deep breaths ended up causing hiccups making my wound tight gut flex involuntarily and that hurt so much. I wrap my arms around his torso and grind my forehead into his chest to get control of my brain and release the tension in my temples.