Wet Dream - a short story

part 4

She came up sputtering in the arms of the merman, inside one of the bubble like structures, wildly grasping at his shoulders, trying to stay afloat.

“Relax, I’ve got you,” the voice from her head said out loud to her.

Meghann opened her eyes and found him looking at her with a puzzled, or maybe disgusted look. He turned from her and left her to tread water.

“Wait…” Meghann started and then broke off as she watched him lever himself out of the water onto a ledge. As he pulled his tail out of the water, the scales shimmered and crawled in little waves as they turned to skin to match his torso.

Meghann’s mouth dropped open as he rose in a smooth motion, nude as can be, and walked away down a short hallway into the next room. Where his dorsal fin had been, she could see little ridges down his spine and tailbone disappearing into the cleft in his full buttocks that would not be on a regular man.

Her view was interrupted as he wrapped a flowing cloth around his waist. After he tucked the end inside the wrapped edge, he turned to her.

“Get out of the water,” he said abruptly.

Meghann paddled to the edge and struggled as she tried to press her body up out of the water, and was helped by a strong hand under her arm to help lift her out. Once on her feet, he quickly let her go. She immediately began to shiver uncontrollably, her teeth chattering and clenching against her will. He was already in the other room and turned impatiently to her.

“How do you do that?” he asked curiously.

 “Wh…wh…what?” she managed to get out.

 “Change color,” he stated matter-of-factly.

 Meghann looked down at her hands, which were mottled purple and white. She only shrugged.

 “Your face is white and your lips have gone from red to purple to blue,” he stated.

 “C…C…Cold.” She stammered.

Spurred into sudden action he came to her muttering apologies about his inconsideration. He began pulling at her wet clothes, which made Meghann clutch onto them and she said, “Excuse me, I don’t even know you!”

He stopped in mid action, and cast a sad glance her way. “You are right, I forget myself. It is just that I have known you ever since that day we met many years ago. You fell into my sea and when I rescued you, you were imprinted on my heart. I have known nothing but you and your thoughts and feelings from the moment I gave you my shell.”

Meghann’s mouth dropped open with the revelation of her shell’s origin. “You saved me! It was you!”

“Yes, as soon as I felt you in my waters I could not leave your side until I knew you were safe. We merpeople are not supposed to imprint on land dwellers, somehow my essence made a mistake.”

Meghann was shocked with his statements, and didn’t like being referred to as a mistake. Her shivering became worse as she stood quaking before the gorgeous man who had professed to know her every thought and feeling.

“Where is something dry?” she managed through chattering teeth.

Spurred to action by her words, he turned and pulled a filmy algae green cloth off a hook and handed it to her. He watched her expectantly.

“Turn around!” she muttered crossly. As soon as his back was turned, she shucked off her wet clothes and was astonished by the instant warmth the flimsy wrap provided as she wrapped it around her middle. “Okay. Who are you?”

The tall man turned to her with a twinkle in his eye. “I'm your imprinted mate.”

Meghann was stunned, deciding to tackle what she must have misunderstood as 'mate' later, she said, “What’s your name?”

“Seamus,” he said softly.

“Seamus…nice to meet you, I’m Meghann. What is this about being my mate?”

“Since the first time we met, I told you, you imprinted on my soul. I have no choice.”

Meghann was floored. She had managed to walk on shaky legs into the room Seamus was in but then found herself sitting in the middle of the floor.

“Are you alright?” He asked with some concern.

“I am...I don’t know how many miles under the surface of the water, I have just found out that mermaids exist, and then that I have imprinted on a merman. A bit much to take in all at once,” she said looking up the long length of the man who was standing only a foot in front of her. His manly bits were barely concealed in the flimsy wrap he had tucked around him, and Meghann had a hard time making her eyes travel farther up to his face, but she managed.