A Big Mermaid #Wattys2014

Chapter 14 Your apple of dignity bruised when you become my sweet muse

Chapter 14 Your apple of dignity bruised when you become my sweet muse.

After sneaking into the guestrooms -due to the help of a young maid besotted and smitten by the prince- and rummaging through the heaps of rich clothes ladened with glistening jewels and folds of lace, they finally got their ideal garments.

Ariel stared at the ivory, high-waisted muslin gown splayed across the burning burgundy mattress, teamed with rosebud gloves and a slanting hat with a garden at the top. There was so much material! The nightgown which had been a change from her flimsy, violet bra had been bad enough! How heavy must it be to plod around in that mountain of layers? It was bad enough not having the massaging, layers of the sea stroking her skin- but not having any ticklish breeze either? (which she had learned to cherish the lightness and gentleness of) However, as she stroked the delicate dress that contrasted with her flawless skin, she couldn't help the ripple of excitement that bounded up her spine.

"Well, should I go to the other room?"

The prince cleared his throat, his rich red overcoat and jockey boots in hand. He seemed dazed. Tension buzzed in the air as none of them made a move to go. Neither of them wanted to. Slowly and rather seductively, Ariel trickled her fingers across her collarbone. His jawline clenched as he stared at her movement. Ariel felt giddy as she traced her previous movement. His breathing was raspy as he watched her, perfectly defined eyebrows rising before furrowing together. Burning under the intensity of his gaze, she slipped the shoulder of her nightgown down, exposing her milky shoulder and the tip of the side of her breast. His flakey green eyes widened, then narrowed. It felt enchanting, mystical, both allured to each other. His feet dragged him closer... closer... and then he clasped her hand and pecked the top, lips lingering on her marble, porcelain skin.

"Wild," he grinned at her, then left to change in a separate room.

Wild? That's what she was. Still flushed, she tried to figure a way to slip into these human clothes. The material caressed her skin, swishing amongst her ankles at the simple flow of movement. Even the gloves, which clung onto her dainty fingers failed to irritate her 'overly' covered skin. Unfortunately, the 'shoes' were not so successful, they pinched her bare feet rigid, increasing the overwhelming pain she felt every time she walked. The pain! Pursing her lips, she smothered the pain with thoughts of the prince and found the pain dull a bit. It would be easy for her to blend in, seeing as no one had ever seen her, but what about the prince? Who's name she'd still failed to find out. To her dismay, the prince revealed himself in ordinary human clothes. Confused, she gestured at his face.

"There's something on my face?" he replied.

She shook her head and pointed at her hat, tugging it over her face.

"I need a hat?" He chuckled.

Finally! She silently chuckled along with him, proud for explaining. "Why do I need a hat?" Ariel's shoulders slumped.

"Kidding, as part of my disguise right?" he smiled at her. "Your traditions may be different to the ones here, but here the only time you see the prince is at balls, and those are only the rich snobs, who we'll be trying to avoid today" She nodded agreeably, the only thing alike in traditions were the snobby rich, but the mer people always got to see who represented their kingdom, rich or poor. Suddenly, her skin felt raw and dry, as if scratched by fire and vigourosly grated against wood! The engulfing desire to be surrounded by water overtook her, and she ran towards the nearest water supply. The drugging, fresh scent of water made her giddy with the urging need for it.

"What's wrong?" the prince called from behind her.

Hot. Heavy. Dry. Dry. A spasm shook her body as she itched blindly at her skin. Where could you find water? Her eyes instantly warmed to a bright blue room. She rummaged every corner for something- and then her fingers brushed against a switch connected to what seemed like a massive, circular cube with the insides carved out. Welcoming water whooshed over her arms, satisfying her need. Letting out a breathless sigh of relief, she watched the water bathe her cooled arms for a few more seconds, before standing up.

A knock came from outside the door. "Are you ok wild princess?" That voice. A smirk curled her lips at the mention of wild princess, and her heart raced as she opened the door to his heavenly face. "What happened?" he frowned before smirking at her dripping wet arm. "Care to explain?" he leant against the door frame, towering over her slim build with his muscular torso. Racking her brains for an excuse, she indicated being too hot by fanning herself, before cheekily drying her wet arms by wiping it across his chest. Saucily, she flicked her hair over her shoulder in a diva gesture. "Oh?" she could hear the amusement in his tone. "Princess, you just started a challenge you can't win!" and his footsteps quickened behind her. She laughed soundlessly, feet pounding against the maze like corridors as he chased after her. Ariel's feet yearned to rest and howled in hurt at each mere touch of the ground, but her heart ignored the feeling and focused on the prince. Who was catching up fast. The only thing she had an advantage in was water. Pond! Giddy, she ran faster.

Strong arms wrapped around her waist, hoisting her into the air. A shiver of pleasure shook through her as she felt the familiar comfort and sense of adventure from his body- and boy did she want to adventure it! Spluttering like children, they collapsed in an intertwined heap. Ariel hastily scrambled to her feet, but the prince fondly pulled her back down. "Can we stay like this for a bit longer," he whispered, voice croaky as he nuzzled her nose. A blush tinted her porcelain skin and she bought her lips to his tender earlobe. "More than gladly,"she teased, mouthing the words. By his small shiver and chuckle vibrating her chest, she could tell he understood. Voice shaking in delight. Under the folds of clothes, she felt his lower stiffen, and his fingers stroked her side... Wandering lower, sweeping goosebumps and orgasmic glee as he brushed lower. Abruptly, he stopped. Then a sly yet childishly cheeky grin spread across his perfect features. "I want to enjoy you when the time is right," before cradling her up. She bit her lip hotly at him, hooking her finger between her perky lips. He was so sweet, protective yet wild.