AN: ummm, yeah. Let me just say that this is not actually my fault: I was made to play Scene It, Disney version and happened to get into the Disney-watching mood. And I always like Atlantis quite a bit...so yeah. I wrote this. It's nothing too graphic at all, so don't get angry a me! Haha
Disclaimer: I don't own Atlantis. If I did, Milo Thatch would be my nerd. Mine!
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The first thing Kida noticed as she stared down the intruder was that whoever it was had the strangest eyes she'd ever seen. The next thing she'd noticed was that his (or at least she assumed it was a male; it was rather dark where her group had them cornered) shoulder was bleeding. Removing her mask to get a better look at the person, she saw that their eyes were brown. In all her life she'd only ever seen eyes of deep onyx, or maybe azure like her own, but never had she seen brown eyes before. Large, deep chestnut eyes. They were covered with a odd contraption made of glass circles and metal wire, which sat on the bridge of their nose, and were widened in surprise at the situation.
Whoever it was flinched slightly and Kida suddenly remembered the cut on the intruder's shoulder. The glow from her crystal let her see that it wasn't a particularly bad wound and could be easily healed. Seeing the person in the dim light also confirmed that it was a man, with sharp features and an especially thin build. Quickly she touched his broken skin with the crystal and pressed her palm to his warm chest before a loud sound was heard behind them and her whole group scattered.
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It was probably not the best time to notice such things, but she had to admit: he did have an exceptionally nice backside. Very round, actually, for someone so slender. Better than many of the men she'd been with, that's for sure.
Shaking her head, Kida turned back to her father and squared her shoulders, preparing to try and talk a little good reasoning into him, a task daunting to even her.
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While Milo chattered on about steam engines (apparently they were very useful back where he lived), Kida's eyes wandered to his face. In all honesty, he was an odd looking man: sharp chin, bony nose, light sepia hair that constantly fell into his dark eyes, and those strange things he called "glasses" that he said helped him see better and needed to be constantly pushed up higher. And he was rather pale too.
But...he did have a nice smile. Very well shaped lips. And his hair looked much softer than the other men she knew, whose grew corse and straight and always white. Her eyes flickered up to his forehead where a few stray pieces blew around in the slight breeze. Yes, much softer than her people's...
What would it be like to run her fingers through it? When they were lying together, maybe, instead of dull white, a silky brown for once...
Kida blinked a few times to clear her head. Now was not the time to think of past affairs.
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"You do swim don't you?"
The look on his face was priceless.
"I-I swim p-pretty girl! I-I mean p-p-pretty good!! Pretty good! I s-swim pretty good, I mean!"
For some reason, Kida had a strange feeling that this studious, akward foreigner had never been with a woman before. It was very odd; he was very smart, very sweet, and rather attractive on the whole. Why had no women seen it fit to bed him already? Although, maybe it was different where he was from? Did they not treat their bodies like they should? From since she was of age Kida had been with many men; it was just how things were. You practiced when you were young and then, when you wed, you could make your spouse very pleased. Could this not be a part of their lives as well?
Her thoughts on the affairs of surface-dwellers were interrupted when she noticed Milo getting ready to join her in the water. Shyly he removed his rough cotton shirt, followed even more shyly by his trousers and shoes. He left on another pair of shorter, looser trousers that only reached his knees. Blushing heavily, he made his way to the water.
Now Kida was certain he had never been with a woman; he refused to look at her body and was obviously uncomfortable in his own. It was a shame really. Eyes alight, Kida could imagine her hands running down the flat plain of his abdomen (surprisingly taunt compared to the rest of his torso), palms pushing up his smooth, lean thighs (such long limbs...), fingers grasping his deliciously slim hips...
The water felt cool against her inflamed skin as she beckoned him to follow her.
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Besides the emotions running through her head at that moment as they stared out at the city-anger, sadness, joy-Kida vaguely noticed how long Milo's fingers were. Strong too. And nimble. Sighing, she tried to keep her mind on more important things and act more 'queenly'. A queen, her...!