Maddy and Skye are both Mermaids in this story. But Maddy isn't related to the Shannon family, I'm playing around with this and I hope you don't mind.
Also I would like to thank the ever so lovely Lynx Larabellows for letting me do this prompt. Lynx has created a beautiful picture of which I am using for both inspiration and description. I hope you all enjoy it.
Sergeant Mark Reynolds sat on the edge of the silent pool, bored out of his mind. It was hot, he was with some stupid scientists and on his break.
Hell, shoot himself in the foot to actually have something to think about would be better than this.
Looking around he found a fruit, the type he would find in the market, and pulled it from the branch.
Several more fell from the snap back and he watched one roll into the water. As it glided towards the center of the small pool, he took a bite, almost choking the next moment.
One minute the fruit was on the surface of the water, the next he swore he saw slender fingers wrap around it and pull it under with a 'plop' sounding.
Standing at the edge, he found another fruit and threw it in, watching intently this time as it was also sucked under. He grabbed as many fruits as he could and rolled them in.
This time he nearly died.
A woman, the most beautiful woman he has ever seen. Black hair, olive skin and dark eyes that widened when they landed on him. He only saw her head and shoulders, but he guessed she wasn't wearing anything because he saw no cords or straps.
What. The. Hell.
Frozen in the water she watched him stare right back at her. Ripping off his jacket, he offered it to her, but when she took it he examined the fabric with her eyes and fingers. "What's your name?"
Her eyes snapped to him and he felt his cheeks heat at how her hair hung, shading her face and a new side of her beauty. Floating the coat around, she slipped her arms through the sleeves and wrapped it tight around her.
He was never interested in the girls at the colony, but this woman, she made him embarrassed and grateful for loose fitting fatigues.
At first he thought she was staring at his boots, but she pointed at his knees and he looked down. Nothing was off, so he started stepping towards the pool.
She splashed away from him, and he saw the oddest thing. A huge fish tail.
At first he thought it was something attacking her, and he moved forward again. He actually meant to save her, but she moved back again. That tail showing.
Gorgeous scales, deep red stripping bright gold. "Is…that you?" he nodded, meaning her tail, which made more sense when she stared at his leg, his loss of sanity evident.
Sitting down he untied his shoes and ripped his socks off. Unfortunately his feet stunk, but she didn't seem to mind and swam forward to the edge.
Gracefully lifting a hand out and poking his foot she yelped. He stayed as still as he could as she hesitantly poked at his foot again before sliding her wet hand up his shin.
He noted how his jacket even covered her hands to the point where she had it pushed up to bag around her wrists.
She hummed as she now examined his lower leg. When her soft, wet palm touched his knee, he leaned in just a little bit to examine her face.
Thin stripes of color hugged her neck and her long hair swirling in the water behind her. Honey colored eyes snapped to his own and he felt everything in his body want this….this gaze from her eyes and her eyes alone.
A cold hand rose up and touched his chin, only to be yanked away, her eyes calculating and her brow furrowed.
Of course, he forgot to shave yesterday and today, it was small stubble, but she certainly felt it.
Cold hands on his chin again, she gently rubbed his jaw, probably to feel as much of the scratchy hairs as possible. Her thumb ran over his lips and up his cheek to rest under his eye. And with surprising strength she pulled him closer.
Her scent filled him, at first he thought it was a rose scent, but he decided it was the smell of fresh flowers. He didn't know flowers well enough to place the wonderful aroma.
Her finger tips gently, almost as soft as a feather, ran over his eyebrow and to his hair. She smiled when she felt his hair, humming softly. And he realized she had the voice of an angel.
Lifting his own hand, he slowly placed it on her cheek, watching as she froze and stared at him with wide eyes. But she wasn't fighting him or retreating. That's a start.
Mimicking the same movements as she did moments earlier, he learned that she was softer than anything he ever touched before.
Smooth and soft, that's what she was. Smooth as silk.
His thumb rested beneath her eye, and he studied the small and very thing stripes of red and gold high on her cheek bones, but near her ears.
They accented her beauty perfectly. No she was perfect.
Pulling away, she began collecting the fruit in the water, tucking them into the crook of her arm.
Turning back to him she opened her mouth and a chord of notes, ones that broke his heart in their sweetness, left her beautiful fill lips.
She sank beneath the blue, leaving him with so many questions.
The two most important were; What was her name? and When will I see her again?
Okay so I really want to do this story justice. Please tell me how I'm doing.