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A/N: It's now been three weeks since the movie premiered, but there are spoilers during their talk. If you haven't seen it (and why haven't you?), don't read this. You're still here, then here we go. Arthur and Mera try to figure out what's truly going on between them. It's been a long time, over a year, since I've written fan fiction. I'm truly happy to be writing again. I hope it continues. Please read and review. Thank you for reading.
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Chapter 1: In Your Eyes
The lighthouse seemed like a good place for them to talk far away from Atlantis and his responsibilities. Arthur was now king of an unknown sea culture and he was finding the adjustment rather daunting, but Mera was there beside him guiding him through all of it. He didn't know what he would do without her, so he set up a time and a place for them to meet. Here in this place, where he felt at home, and she should be arriving at any moment.
"You seem a bit nervous son," his Father commented.
"Of course, I'm nervous. Mera is…" He hesitated.
"She's what?" His Father asked.
He sighed. "That's what I'm trying to figure out with this meeting."
Tom quirked an eyebrow. He stood up and came to stand beside him at the front door. "Son, don't over-analyze anything, just think about how you feel when you're with her."
"That's all I think about." He ran his fingers through his hair. "How do I look?" He stood up straighter and fixed his shirt and slacks.
"You look fine. I should go. Your Mother is waiting for me." He smiled thinking about her and their long weekend alone.
"And how is Mother these days? I haven't seen her since we reunited over a week ago."
"Oh, she's fine, but it's been hard for her having to see one son in prison and the other one as a king."
"Just tell her that it won't be for much longer, just until we figure out how to seek peace with the surface dwellers, as my brother calls them."
"Do you think that's possible?" Tom was skeptical.
"There's always hope," Arthur replied.
Suddenly, a knock came at the door. "It's her!" Arthur's heart nearly jumped out of his skin.
"I'll let her in," Tom said when Arthur just stood there staring at the door.
He opened the door and Mera walked in. Arthur couldn't help but stare. She looked amazing, hair down, with a beautiful outfit, slacks, and a lovely blouse, but the color was quite unique, just like her.
"Hello, Tom, it's good to see you," Mera said and walked inside.
"Hi, Mera, it's good to see you too," Tom said. "I'll let you two talk and I'll see you both in a few days," he said and left them alone.
A few moments of awkward silence, then, "Hi," Arthur said.
"Hi," she said. "Um, your Father looks wonderful."
"Well, he's definitely happier, and my Mother had a lot to do with that."
"I'm sure, she did," Mera said, and came closer. "So, you wanted to talk?"
"Well, I thought we could have dinner together and talk about… everything."
"Dinner sounds nice, but we've never talked about the kinds of food I like."
"We won't be having roses tonight," he joked.
"Hey, I thought they looked edible, and you seemed to like it too," she said then raised an eyebrow.
"I did like it, but it was your enjoyment of it that touched a part of me that I thought was dead," he said, changing the mood a little.
She frowned. "What part was that?"
He walked for a bit and looked out the window. "The part that didn't enjoy life and focused on someone else besides myself and what I was going through."
She came closer. "You mean the death of your Mother?"
"Yes, I just felt it was all my fault that she had to die."
"Oh, Arthur, it wasn't your fault. She had to save you and your Father. You must know that by now."
"Yes, it was a relief and I wanted to thank you for helping me and being there for me."
"There was no place else that I wanted to be," she confessed.
"Do you really mean that?"
"Of course, I do, and being here with you, it just feels right."
He smiled, then changed the subject. "Dinner is ready, here, have a seat and I'll serve you." He guided her to the dining room, then he headed to the kitchen.
"It does smell good. What did you cook?" Mera asked curiously.
"I thought you would like leafy vegetables, shellfish, potatoes, dinner rolls, and wine."
She thought about it. "Sounds good."
Minutes later, he walked in with two glasses of wine. "I wanted to make a toast, so don't drink it yet."
"I won't," she said.
He returned a few minutes later with their meal. He sat down, raised his glass, and then began his toast. "To us and may this be the beginning of something…," he hesitated.
She finished for him. "Something we can remember… forever."
He agreed. "Forever." They both smiled then began their meal.
"Oh, wow, this is delicious. Did you cook this?" Mera asked, still curious.
"Of course, I'm a great cook," he replied. She raised an eyebrow. "You don't believe me? It's true. My Father taught me how to be self-sufficient and cooking was a big part of that."
"Well, I'm impressed," she said and continued eating.
A little while later, after taking the dishes to the kitchen, she followed him and stood just a bit too close, he thought.
"I was about to make some coffee, would you like some?"
"Coffee? I'd love some," she replied. "Can I help?" She asked, curious about coffee and how it's made.
"Sure," he replied and handed her a pitcher. "Add water to this," he instructed.
She did as he said. He poured the water inside the coffee maker and they waited. "How much longer?" Mera asked.
"Only a few minutes," he replied. "You like coffee?"
"Yeah, I've had it a few times," she replied. She watched him for a minute. "Is this as awkward as you thought it would be, I mean, being together like this?"
"Yeah, I did," he replied. "We basically stopped a war, but now it's different between us, but we needed to clear the air, sort to speak." He paused, then "I can't stop thinking about the kiss." He paused as he stared at her. "Is it the same for you?"
She lowered her eyes. "Yeah, I think about it."
"Was it a mistake, the kiss? I don't regret it, not at all." He waited for her to say the same thing.
She looked him in the eye. "No, I don't regret it, in fact, I've wanted to do it again. I thought that was why you wanted me to meet you here… alone."
"Oh, Mera," he said and pulled her into his arms holding her close. "I think about you all the time."
Eyes closed, she whispered, "I think about you too."
He pulled away and then he leaned down, but before their lips met, the coffee maker went off. After reluctantly releasing her, he poured the coffee and handed her a cup.
She accepted it and went back into the living room, taking a seat on the sofa. After sipping their coffee for a few minutes, Arthur had a few questions for her.
"Can I ask you something?" He asked.
"Of course," she replied.
"Were you truly engaged to my brother?" He asked bluntly.
"What!?" She asked startled. "No, we weren't officially engaged, but it was assumed that we would wed someday. Both our fathers made a pact long ago before I was born." Setting the coffee aside, she glanced at his face. "What are you thinking?"
"I guess I'm not surprised, I mean, I did sense something between you two." He paused. "Then it's over?"
She nodded but didn't reply.
"Because of me?" He asked, needing to know.
"No, not because of you. It just wasn't meant to be," she replied, then stood up and walked over to the window.
He followed her and embraced her from behind. "I know these past few weeks have been pretty intense, you know, what we went through, but I wouldn't change a thing because it brought us closer together, and now," he turned her around, "I can't imagine my life without you."
"Really?" She asked and touched his chest.
"Yeah, really," he said, then he leaned down again, and they kissed sweetly at first, then with more passion. He clutched her to him tightly. Moaning, the kiss just didn't seem to be enough. He picked her up and took her to his bedroom.
"Arthur, wait," she said. He set her down. "I thought I was ready for this."
"It's Okay, we don't… I mean, we can wait."
She chuckled. "No, it's alright, it's just, I've never done this before."
"Oh, I see, so, let's talk for a minute. Have a seat."
She sat down and then she had a question for him. "When did you realize that you were different from all the other children?"
"That's an interesting story. It was on a field trip to the aquarium, and I was about 8 years old. I was bullied for being different, and I always kept to myself."
"What happened?" Mera asked, curious about his life.
"I remember speaking to the fish, then a few boys teased me and shoved me against the glass. The sharks and a few other animals did not approve, so they attacked the glass and it cracked, but it didn't burst. I sensed something, not sure what it was, but I raised my hand to calm them, and it worked. They stopped attacking the glass."
"That's incredible but you actually communicated with them?"
"Yeah, it was definitely telepathic, but it was at that moment that I realized that I was different."
She took his hand to sit beside her. "You're an amazing man, but I knew that from the moment we met." Her eyes roamed over his face. "Everything has changed. I feel as if my entire life has led me to you."
He squeezed her hand. "And that's why you saved me?"
"Yeah, that was part of it," she replied softly.
They stared at each other, both with the same thought. How is this even possible after only a few weeks?
"Mera," he whispered and dared to touch her cheek. "Everything is as it should be."
She believed him. She closed her eyes at his warm touch. He was so comforting, and she needed him so much.
He smoothed and stroked her hair, then leaned in and kissed her cheek, and then he kissed her pulling her close.
She couldn't resist him not at all. Melting into his arms, she put her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him back. Arthur groaned and pulled her closer, his mouth slanted, tongues clashed each battling for supremacy, but they were both the victors. He pulled away after a minute or two and rested his forehead against hers.
Both breathing heavily, she whispered, "Why did you stop?"
"I want you to be sure about this."
"I'm sure about us, you and me… together."
"Oh, Mera," he whispered, then his body reacted after hearing those words. He kissed her again, and then everything happened so quickly. Minutes later, they found themselves naked underneath the covers.
She leaned over his body and she had to touch him. Her hands moved over his broad shoulders over his chest, his strong abs, and then back up to his throat. Then she kissed him passionately.
He flipped her over as they went back to kissing; his lips traveled over her cheek then down her throat.
Mera was losing control, his kisses were so sweet and loving, his hands were everywhere at once pulling her closer; they could not get close enough. Arthur tried to catch his breath and gain some semblance of control.
"I want you," he managed to say.
Mera stared at his magnificent body. "I want you too," she whispered and looked him over.
He came into her arms and they kissed passionately never tiring of it. Arthur could not believe his luck. Mera was there and they were going to make love. He'd wanted her since the day they met. "Oh, Mera, my beautiful Mera," he murmured thrilled to be with her like this.
"Arthur, please; just kiss me," she whispered and pulled him closer. After a few more kisses, she whispered, "I'm ready," she told him, then she pulled his head down and they kissed repeatedly. Her trust in him continually amazed him.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered and then he was top of her. His kisses became even more intense. They rained down her throat and lingered there for long minutes. He had to taste her but first, her nipples were tight and high, ready for his mouth and he happily kissed and pulled and Mera moaned and arched her back. Turned on by her moans and heavy breathing, he continued to stroke, kiss and pull on her breasts and nipples.
Mera was going crazy. It felt so good. She never imagined. Oh, she knew about lovemaking and having sex, but to be in the arms of someone so special to her, made her clutch him closer unable to let go.
"I'm here, just relax. I want you to be ready, Okay?" Arthur was so excited but pleasing her meant everything to him. He would die for her; he knew that to be true.
She understood and tried to relax, but it was impossible. Her heart was pounding in her ears, and there was an ache inside of her that she couldn't ignore, then, "Please," she moaned.
He knew what she wanted and so he continued down her body, kissing every part of her that he could reach, her long legs, beautiful thighs, flat stomach and then he spread her legs. She was wet and ready for him. He touched the entrance to her body and she nearly flew off the bed.
He held her steady. "Easy, now; that's it; so soft and warm." He continued to touch her swirling his fingers over her opening and then he slipped a long finger inside her body.
Mera didn't know what to do; her hips began to move in rhythm with his finger. Two fingers made their way inside. "Oh, Oh!" Her hips began to rotate needing it more and more.
"You like that?" He murmured, not expecting an answer.
"Oh yes," she finally replied, then her inner walls clenched, and he stopped. He removed his fingers and he had to taste her. That one look turned her on so much; she knew what he was going to do. "Arthur?"
"Mera, try and relax; take a deep breath," he whispered, then his lips replaced his fingers. "Oh, you taste like nothing else in this world."
"Arthur!" Her hips were shaking; he held her steady and then he was out of control. His tongue and lips kissed and stroked her sex eating her out and she thought she was going to die.
Suddenly, she screamed and shuddered with rapture. While she was in the throes of an orgasm, he reached for a condom and slipped it on.
Mera slowly opened her eyes. "Arthur?"
"I'm here," he whispered. He continued to stroke her sex, but every movement of his fingers caused her to shudder and moan. He couldn't wait anymore.
Mera squeezed her eyes shut. "Go ahead." She held her breath and gritted her teeth, hoping to gain some control over her body.
He smiled and kissed her to help her relax, and she wiggled a little encouraging him. He slowly made his way inside, and then he pushed forward and broke through her membranes for the first time. Mera whimpered for a moment but did not cry out. "Are you alright?" Arthur asked, concerned, as he kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry," he said when she didn't say anything for a moment.
Then he kissed her deeply to shift her focus. He didn't think it would hurt her if he pushed deeper, but he was wrong. She whimpered, but only for a moment. A tear slipped down her cheek. He stopped moving and pulled her close. "It's Okay; there; that's it," he whispered in her ear as she began to relax and accept all of him.
She took a deep breath, licked her lips, but then he began to move slowly. "You feel so good; it'll be over soon," and then he kissed her passionately. She kissed him back shifting her focus to him and how he made her feel. It felt so good. Mera could feel every movement of his cock in and out of her body. She moved with him and the pain was gone.
She was thrilled and there was no pain, only a need to release the unbearable pressure. "Something is happening!"
Arthur felt it too. He leaned back and lifted her hips and then he began to move faster and faster in and out of her luscious heat. She moved with him, taking him further and further inside.
"Arthur!" Her climax burst upon her, washing over her in waves. Long minutes later, she shuddered again and then he came shouting her name and then collapsed on top of her. He kissed her throat, stroked her hair, then her cheek and then he kissed her passionately. She opened her mouth wide and he dived in loving the taste of her.
She pulled him closer and kissed him back. Mera was a woman now.
He whispered softly, "I really liked it." He stroked her hair.
She opened her eyes and tried to smile. "Oh, Arthur, I liked it too, and thank you for being so patient with me."
"Don't thank me, Mera." He kissed her cheek and her throat enjoying it far too much.
Mera tried to be still, but she didn't want him to leave her. "Don't move, Okay?"
"Mera, we should wait for a while."
"Why I'm alright," she said and gave him a smile. Her arms around his shoulders, she tried to pull him closer.
"Are you sure because I'm ready if you are?" He asked with smiling eyes.
Instead of answering him, she pulled him closer and kissed him passionately.
He kissed her back; of course, one thing leads to another.
A little over an hour later, her head on his chest, Mera was about to fall asleep then she asked him about the condom.
"I'll always wear a condom, Mera." At her frown, he explained, "I know we've never talked about kids, but those types of decisions should be discussed together… at some point."
He was talking about a future together and all that comes with it. It was a lovely thought; her eyes watered.
"I know what you're thinking," he whispered. She didn't say anything but pulled him closer.
He kissed her temple. Soon they both fell asleep, both dreaming of a life where all their fantasies and wishes come true.
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A little over an hour later, "You awake?" He whispered softly.
"I am now," she replied smiling.
"I was just thinking about us and the way you were from the moment we met. You changed me; I wasn't expecting that."
She leaned back and looked him in the eye. "I don't think that's true. All the things you did, even protecting me, it was always there. You just needed a little push, that's all."
He chuckled. "But when I look at you, I see pure, honest determination, it's one of the many things I love about you." Oh boy, I should not have said that.
After a few moments of awkward silence, she whispered, "Oh, Arthur, you feel that way now, but," she hesitated.
"I meant every word… I love you." He said it again.
Her eyes watered. "I love you too."
"You do?!" He was surprised.
"Of course, I do silly, now come here," she pulled his head down and kissed him thoroughly.
He kissed her back.
The beginning.
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Song Inspiration: Everything I Need, Skylar Grey, Aquaman Soundtrack.
A/N: Arthur being mature is part of his growth, and I wanted them to secure their future and not suffer the way Arthur's parents did. I may continue this, we'll see! Thanks for reading! :D