A Big Mermaid #Wattys2014

Chapter 17♡ The funfair of fun affairs

Bright, vibrant shades of colours blurred together, a canopy of rainbows. The orchestra of sounds, clashed and clanged together, stuffing her ears with excited laughter and screams of joy. Her mermaid mind puzzled over the unfamiliar whinging of rusty metal scraping together and the churning of machines as they hissed and fumed as their rackety wooden/metal walls collided. Fumes stenched the air with an acrid smell. A group of dazzled, flushed toddlers teetered past, herded by their mother.

Her orbs widened as she attempted to steady her breathing. All these metallic, moving machines hurling people around in a dizzy maze! Thrusting people side to side... and they enjoyed it? A mist of awe clouded her thoughts. They loomed over her, coated in a layer of cheap, chipped paint, claws extended towards the vastness above her. It was beautiful... Did another surface lie upon this surface? Blissfuly unaware of her stinging eyes or feet pricked with needles of shuddering pain, she lifted her chin upwards.

Shy pink amongst daring purple streaked the wall above. Fluffs of moving cotton trailed with ease amongst the magnificence it was surrounded by. A sense of harmony. Calm.

"Ariel," a fond, heart throbbing voice tickled her tender ears and warm, rough fingers threaded through hers."You fascinate me more and more as day goes past," he whispered into her flushed cheek, voice caressing her skin. Ariel was drunk with love. Love for him. Love for the surface. Love for life.

Then- "Daft girl, i took you to the funfair to treat you, not have my place taken by the blooming sky!" Ariel soared through the air as he flung her upwards into a fireman hold. She chuckled with appreciation, nuzzling his firm chest.

"Oi! Get a room rather than prancing about sinning!" A leering, slurred voice targeted at them amongst the crowd, raising a handful of cheers. "Your face and attitude is a sin, sir," the prince snapped back, eyebrows raised with annoyance. He clung on tightly to her nimble waist, escorting her towards another machine. Ariel frowned. Underwater, romance was highly cherished- not classed improper or as a sin! She frowned and attempted to blot out the ink staining her canvas of excitement.

"Honestly, the man should dress up as a nun whilst he's at it," the prince yawned, brushing off the crude comment. Ariel chuckled soundlessly in agreeance. She had never cared bothered about peoples opinions underwater, why start now?

Time trickled past swiftly and speedily, with each minute capturing new experiences and adventures for Ariel. She had twirled around the merry go round amongst the rush of excited 5 year olds (therefore, encountering her first horse sighting), slided and skidded on the helter skelter (at heights unnatural to her) clenched her teeth around ripe apples much like underwater tomatoes whilst apple bobbing (consequently soaking her body with the splash of numbing, freezing water) and tasted the sweetness of clouds as they dissolved on her tongue in the form of candyfloss.

The two lovers knelt against the caramel back of a tree. The bouquet of slender, malachite leaves shielded them from the ferocious, raw waves of the sun. Breathless and dizzy with it all. "You're amazing," the prince mumbled, the erotic sound rumbling through his lips. Eyes glazed over with love, her irises churned to a sharp, bold shade of juicy plum and rich lapis lazuli as they drank him in. Her slim wrist reached out to thumb his warm, chapped lips bruised from apple bobbing. The spark of warmth determined her to lock her arm in that dreamy position, her icy skin fond of the orgasmic sensation. Cooling his lips down and smothering the ache away, he pressed her silky fingertips harder against his parted skin. Her touch could heal all his burning bruises.

Regretfully, her fingers left his skin in a graceful flick and she reached out to drag her fingers across the flaky bark of the tree. Dried bits of wood came off with her gesture. A secretive smile formed across her youthful face as a childhood memory sprung to mind. Intrigued, the prince held her gaze with wonder at what she was going to do next. Ariel circled her fingers over the even, level surface of a stone wedged into the ground and dug the tip into the bark of the tree. With a concentrated look set on her face, she dipped and swirled and swooped the stone over the bark until she had carved two words into wood, embedded deep. Me + You

"You bundle of mystery," the prince uttered, pressing his muscular, intimidating chest onto hers. Ariels lips parted with the friction. "I still don't know your name,"

Ariel jabbed her finger into his wall of muscle to indicate nor she knew his. "Alex," he whispered, his lively wild face set with determined seriousness. "Don't you think i deserve to know the name of my future wife in return?"

Heart pumping scorching yet frosty pink blood through her tense body, Ariel emitted a surprised gasp. Surprised? That didn't cut it- Shocked, fireworks exploding, soaring with bliss like never before or ever predicted! Ariel hurled herself onto him and they rolled with the momentum. Alex cradled her glowing face, "steady on lass!" She pulled away from their heated, steamy embrace to retrieve the same stone from earlier.

Me + You=Alex+

Alex gently took the stone from her clasped fingers and wrote... Ariel. The serenity, confusion and love clouded the air. The moment was untouchable. Multi-coloured eyes churning, Ariels eyes held a question she could not utter. How did he know her name? Alex stared at his fingers, bewildered. "Ariel. I'm not joshing with yer, i think this is faith."

At the mention of that word, an uncomfortable, breath-robbing sensation burned in her left-thigh. An intense, immense itch racked her bosom. Marcel. It all rushed back at a speed so rapid it punctures the breath out her lungs. Their tattoo. She wanted off. Now! Betrayal. Heartache. Memories...

"I love you Ariel, so so much!" Marcel planted her body with a million intense kisses. Ariel moaned as each wet pucker marked her. His lips lingered on her collarbone, before a sly smirk curled his lips and his trail of kisses continued lower and lower. Ariel pulled his hair with urgency, and his lips finally met with the start of her bosom. They looked so ripe and perked, ready for his lips. A better idea struck him. "Arie-" She clamped a hand over his wet lip, pleading with him to continue. He smirked, extending his tongue and poked the tip of her nipple with his tongue, teasing it. Ariels orbs narrowed with pleasure- and then widened in awe. "Marcel, why is your name there?" she asked, jabbing her bossom. "A tattoo, my sweet Ariel."

Memories... More like nightmares! She recoiled and cringed, bile threatening to choke her. With Marcel it was only ever embracing, but it was always so predicted! Ariel dominated the entire moment and oddly enough... She didn't want that. She wanted wild, free, unexpected... and Alex could give her that.

The tattoo dissolved to a gold light, before vanishing. All trace of it rid her body. Her second mistake. Another part of Marcel's plan slotted to place. Shortly after, she felt a small poke on her head. As if someone had plucked something off her head.