Wet Dream - a short story

part 9

After a mating ceremony attended by the Merpeople of the Caribbean, Meghann and Seamus returned to their home that he had made to suit her. Meghann was exhausted, confused and overwrought with questions about her father. She had been able to spend some time with him, reacquainting with him, but felt like he was a complete stranger. All that she knew to be true had been suddenly altered by stepping into the ocean. If she was honest with herself, she knew that life in Gulf Shores, Alabama would have been lonely and intolerable. She was more than a little attracted to Seamus and wondered at how it would be to learn more about him. The fact that he was next in line to the throne, was the oldest of fifteen children and her mate was surreal.

"Meghann, come with me," Seamus said as he walked up to her, placing an arm around her waist.

This must be what it felt like to be in an arranged marriage, Meghann thought.

'Precisely,' a male voice said in her head, then aloud, "You need to veil your thoughts. I don't want every Merperson to know the enticing thoughts you have in your head of me. Those things should only be between us."

Seamus had led Meghann into the main living area where she now noticed improvised chairs, created from stone, coral and shells. Cushions of sponge and other soft substances lined them.

"I thought you might like to have your familiar furnishings here, so I had these made for you," Seamus said, a bit uncertainly.

Meghann did not know how she deserved someone so considerate of her. If she really thought back, Seamus had gone out of his way for her, over and over.

"Thank you, for everything. What happens now?" she asked meekly.

"Traditionally, mates consummate their union," Seamus said quietly, leaning into the side of Meghann's face, his warm breath stirring the drying hairs by her ear. Meghann trembled with the thought of what that meant. Could this really be her life? A gorgeous man—Merman as her mate, her father back from the dead?

Trusting that the fate which imprinted her on Seamus' heart all those years ago, Meghann decided she would give herself over to him fully. Placing her arms around her mate's ribs, she stroked up and down his back, slowly as if memorizing every plane of his body. She lifted the weapons belts off over his head, and brazenly pressed her lips to his. In a fevered response, Seamus gathered Meghann close and directed her toward the bedchamber. Meghann exclaimed in surprise when her feet contacted sand rather than the cool stone. Looking down, she saw fine white sand covering the floor in the room. She experimentally dug in her toes, reveling in the slithering of the sand around her foot.

"Do you realize how hard it is to get dry sand to the bottom of the ocean?" Seamus asked.

Meghann grinned. She realized he really did know all about her. Catching Seamus around his waist, she used the momentum of her hug to pull him around and dropped him to the floor. They ended up entangled on the sand next to the giant clamshell bed.

Seamus spent the next several days showing Meghann just how much he knew about her, and Meghann spent the time learning about him. The first night they lay together and talked until exhaustion took over. The next morning, Meghann awakened to soft kisses and tender exploration. There was no denying the magnetism between the two of them, and that night, their union was consummated.