BORN TO DIE

Two

"Lana." He called out, as I swam toward him,  "I'm glad you came." He added with a smile, delicately grabbing my right hand as he pecked it softly.  A feeling of warmth went through my bare body.  With only two lavender seashells covering my breast, and my ginger colored mane that brushed right above, I was nearly naked.

"I'm glad to see you again." I whispered, brushing his cheek with my left hand, a strong desire of our bodies touching, filled my thoughts.  He was the definition suave.  With his shiny pearly whites, that complemented mocha colored skin and chocolate brown eyes, I felt as if my large fin was the only thing that stopped me from wanting him a the moment.

"Why don't you want to go back?" he asked me, swimming closer to me so we now where body to body.   A bit of uncertainty washed over me as I stared at him.  He wouldn't understand the reason of me enjoying the sea over being back in the real world.  While I was underwater, all of my worries of being handicap washed away with the waves.  My bright green fin replaced the pain of having paralyzed legs, and I obviously enjoyed living in the sea with no misery over the constant torture of being stared at for living  below everyone in a wheelchair.

"All of my worries of being handicapped is gone while I'm in the sea.  I feel confident, and nothing is burden when all I do is swim freely.  Going back to the real world is the last thing on my mind." I admitted, taking deep breath as he nodded his head understandingly.  "I doubt you would have even noticed me as the same girl if I was sitting in my wheelchair."

Chris grabbed both of my hands, as he pulled me closer to him, closing the uncomfortable gap between us.  "Lana, everything about you is beautiful.  From your sexy angelic voice that gives me goosebumps just hearing you speak, to your gorgeous ginger hair and features to match.  Whether your in a wheelchair or swimming around with a shiny green tail, I would still think the same thoughts about you.  Nothing would change my mind bout you." He whispered into my ear, cold chills filled my body as he licked his lips, showing off his gorgeous smile.  

I removed my arms from his grasp, before wrapping them loosely around his neck, pulling his face closer to me.  "You don't understand how much I want you right now." I responded with a grin, as he chuckled moving his hands to my bottom, giving it a squeeze.  It was obvious we were now on the same page, as he leaned into my neck, planting soft kisses onto my collar bone.  

"You think you can handle a real nigga like me." He smirked, now teasing me as I begged for our lips to touch.  I nodded confidently, not backing down to his ways.  "Then come with me to shore.  We'll see what will happen then." He added, referring to his nearly empty oxygen tank.  I bit my lower lip in response to his command, not unsure if I really would want to do this.  I had became so fond of the ocean and ability to swim throughout the sea with no complaints, to even agree to going back to shore.  I sighed, nodding my head as he grabbed my hand, quickly swimming back to the shore.  My heart pounded in my chest uncomfortably, as I feared what may happen next.

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The feeling of air filling my lungs never felt so good. I took multiple deep breaths as if I was suffering from asthma attack, before wiping the burning sea water from my eyes.  I slowly opened my eyes, to feel the sun gleaming down onto my cold wet body, as I sat up off of the sand below, I voiced a mocha colored man sitting beside me with a look of amazement in his eyes.  I looked down to see I was only wearing a lavender seashell bralette, that barely covered my breast.  I shivered as the sea breeze hit my bare body, and I felt uncomfortable while this man I don't even know stared at me.

"Where am I?" I whispered in a raspy voice, glancing at the man before me.  He continued to gaze at me with a gleam of happiness in his eyes.  I peered at him in response with much questions filling my mind, that I seemed to not be able to have answered.

"Bermuda." He replied with a grin, "I'm Chris, remember me from earlier?" he added, grabbing my hand as I looked into his eyes, clearly unaware of what he was trying to say, or why he was holding my hand. I rubbed my temples aching with pain, before shaking my head.

"No." I responded bluntly, snatching my hand away as I looked off towards the sea.  "Can you stop staring at me like that?" I demanded sourly, glancing at him with out of the corner of my eyes, as I folded my arms over my chest.  He kissed his teeth in response to my attitude, before striping from the charcoal wet suit he was wearing, down to just a pair of boxers. My eyes wandered from his torso with various tattoos, to his masculine face, holding nothing but beauty.

Just taking quick glances at him made my body tingle, especially the moment his hands grasped my bare body, bringing a slight smile to my face.  As if his hands where electric, every touch he made felt like delicate zaps, but as soft as velvet. My eyes flutter shut, as I enjoyed the magnificence of his presence.

"Lana." He whispered, sending trails of kisses throughout my body, coming close to the side of my mouth before stopping.  I quickly opened my eyes to see what was the reason for the sudden pause before noticing him staring right back at me with a smirk on his face.  

"Ayo Chris!" A voice called out, causing us both to direct our attention into the direction of the voice.  A man looking no taller than 5'6 came rushing from what looked to be a submarine.  He was sporting a cocaine colored backwards snapback, and matching t-shirt.  Both complemented his ebony  skin tone.

Chris wore a face embarrassment and annoyance the moment his friend was standing before us.  I bet by what he was seeing, he would have thought we where literally having sex on the shore.  "What nigga?!" Chris snapped in response, looking at the guy funny.

"Yams looking for you back on the ship.  He cussing up a storm on, and drunk of all the 40's.  You better go see what he wants before he catches you slipping." He warned Chris, before taking a quick glance at me.  I tried my best to cover myself, but it wasn't easy, "Who's she?"

"The girl ya'll kept telling me was dead." Chris replied with his signature smirk, before helping me off the sand, carrying my bare body towards the ship.