He makes you wild or just mildly free?
The fury of the slap was like thunder over the sea, and just like that storm her eyes were blazing, changing from sligthly hazel green to a deep, dark green, like old forests. She was flushed and shuddering, not from the cold spray of the waves that bathed them both. Oh no. She had the fury of the seven ocean's strength pulsing in her veins. How she loved him, but even more how he angered her. Her stubborn pirate.
His hand went to his cheek, touching the warmth of her slap as if making sure it happened, and his mouth curved into a lopsided grin. Oh, she made him want to throttle him. But even if he smiled, those unsettling sky eyes were cloudy, his determination carved metal-strong, like his hook. He would ally himself with the Queen of Hearts just to continue avenging his broken heart. Milah's crushed heart, more like it.
"This is madness. Don't expect me to wait for you every night on this beach while your days are spent next to that evil woman, plotting against the Dark One." she reprimanded, never once softening her eyes or her voice. He continued smiling, but this time a proud smile.
"Look at you facing me without fear. You've come a long way, little mermaid. Once upon a time you couldn't even let me touch you without swimming away immediately."
"Don't patronize me you self-serving bloody idiot. I'm not that little girl anymore and you don't fool me. You want to get yourself killed because you feel a heart for a heart would bring justice to Milah's death? Fine, have it your way. But I'm not going to wait for you in the end. I'm done here pirate." she fumed, while her heart shattered silently, invisibly.
Then his eyes changed, that manic, desperate pleading look they had once, long ago, used while being tied to a mast, looking at the one he loved being murdered in front of him. His eyes were like that now, shining aquamarine, transparent and loving, but uncertain and frenzied. It was that uncertainty what she couldn't take. He loved her, it was clear. But his love wasn't stronger than his vengeance.
And she loved him too much to watch him destroy himself and not do anything about it. She'd rather not have him, as much as it pierced her heart like a harpoon.
"Ariel… Love, please, no. Why would you do this?" he begged, trying to hold her, but she swam back. He stayed on the boat, and turned his eyes to the black waters beyond her. "The ocean is strong," Ariel told herself, "The ocean doesn't back down. I'm the ocean, I can't let him pull me back. I'm the strength of the current and the hardness of the depths. I am strong."
"This is your doing, my love. I can't wait anymore." she replied, and lost her strength just for a moment, when she caressed his cheek, his lips, never looking into his eyes. She didn't think she'd have the strength to leave him if she saw his eyes.
She turned and his pleas resounded over the water surrounding them, promises of love and devotion, explanations of unchangeable pasts, and broken words of the future. But she knew him, and her fate was certain, as was his.
"Wait! I'll stop!"
"Baby, mmmm. You smell good." a gruff voice said next to her ear and nuzzled her neck. She slept on her side, and the weight and hardness against her back was unfamiliar. A muscular arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her against said back.
She groaned, her head felt like it was splintered in half at being torn from the dream so suddenly. She opened her eyes in alarm and tried to pull away, she even opened her mouth to scream for her sisters. But a hand covered her lips and she muffled against it, fighting and terrified.
"Is that how you greet your boyfriend?" Eric chuckled and bit her earlobe.
Ariel went still, her heart still hammering against his other hand, which had traveled from her waist to her chest. She closed her eyes and tried to settle down, breathing through her nose, feeling the pressure of his body surrounding her like a net. Blue eyes tormented her, just a memory of a dream that had her trashing around in her bed, before Eric had come to her.
Eric was feeling damn proud of his work surprising her. Andrina had let him, just before jumping in the car with her other sisters. They grinned at him and Alana had called: "Don't do anything we wouldn't do!" and winked. He had laughed, there wasn't much the Trion sisters wouldn't do, rumor has it. He was determined to find just how far his sweet-looking girlfriend would go.
When he got to her room, she was rolling around and mumbling. A painful moan escaped her and fuck him if it wasn't the sexiest sound he'd heard her make. Whenever he kissed her and touched her, she never made a sound and it bothered him. He went to the bed and uncovered her; she was wearing a tank top that had risen over while she moved, he could see the tender skin of her midriff, and her small breasts were spilling over the top's edge. Her pajama short showed her creamy legs, which he never got to see, because she always wore tights or jeans. His hand traveled over her legs and rested on her lower abdomen. She was small and soft, even her freckled skin enticed him. She smelled of vanilla and lavender and he couldn't wait to have a taste, so he climbed on the bed and woke her up.
Ariel had calmed down by now, but she felt warm and restricted, and she could feel the wet suction on her neck leaving yet another hickey.
"Eric what did I tell you about the hickeys!" she shrieked, but he bit her harder and then stopped. He laughed at her outrage and then moved over her, she was slow to part her legs, but he made her, pinching her hip and her thigh.
"Good," he kissed her nose, "morning," he kissed her cheek, "beautiful," he finished kissing her lips, and smiled at her, his eyes dilated. She tried smiling but quivered, worried of his intentions, considering she was lying almost naked under him. She had told him she wasn't ready for that yet, but she could feel his impatience. Literally, as she felt his erection pressing on her.
"Morning Eric. What a lovely surprise!" she beamed at him then, her voice saccharine and high. It has always annoyed him that she always called him Eric, never honey, love, babe, sweetie, baby. Nothing, always his name. It bothered him that she never seemed quite in love as he wanted her to be. He needed his girls swooning, and she hadn't quite fallen yet. But she would, he'd make sure of that.
He kissed her collarbone, the tops of her breast, there he inhaled softly. Delicate and sweet, just like her, he had to fix that already. He licked her belly button and she squeaked.
"What-t are you do-ing?!" she stammered and there was that ever present blush on her cheeks and neck. Eric wondered if it went over her breasts as well.
"Just playing" he snickered and bit lower of her belly button, but then her hand came to his chin and held him.
"Please stop," her voice was very soft, but earnest. He really wanted to pretend her hadn't heard her and see if he could make her squirm. He was tired of this frustration, of her inability to let go, he was tired of not fucking his girlfriend damn it!
He got off her and stood up, he went to the door and yanked it open. She heard the bathroom's sink open. She curled into herself, she hated the bitterness of this guilt, of disappointing him, of being torn between her desire to please him and her fear and discomfort over this situation. But above all, she hated this pressure. How could she explain him that she wasn't ready to have sex yet, that she wasn't comfortable enough with him to do that? He was always reproaching her that she wasn't sexier and more giving. She trembled with her remorse and her dread, unsure of what to do.
Eric came back and scowled at her back, but he sighed. This was supposed to be a good day for them. He went to the bed and sat, she turned to him and he saw her eyes redden, like she wanted to cry. He opened his arms and let her hug him.
"I'm sorry." she whispered
"I'm sorry too," he mumbled over her hair. "Tell you what. Get ready, we're going to the beach. Let's go have fun. No funny business I promise."
She smiled up to him and the sunlight coming over them, her eyes looked lighter, hazel and gold. Her hair was flaming browns, oranges and reds. Her mouth was deep pink, closer to crimson. He sighed. She was beautiful, like a painting, or a sunset. But how long would that be enough for him?
When they got to the beach, Eric saw a group of his friends and the cheerleaders playing volleyball. He kissed Ariel and went to them. She sat close to them, but safely enough so the ball wouldn't hit her. She took out the book Killian gave her, she was falling in love with this Benedetti. How could she not? She close her eyes and whispered the words to herself:
"Your eyes are my spell
against a cursed day
I love you for your gaze
that looks and plants the future."
Blue eyes, stormy devastated aquamarine eyes appeared in front of her and she startled when the ball hit the sand close to her. No blue eyes, gray eyes, Eric's gray eyes were looking at her, smirking at her book. Her boyfriend threw the ball back to his teammates and kissed her again, he was extremely touchy today.
Meanwhile, the waves crashed and tumbled, but Killian loved when the ocean was like this. Stormy, angry, untameable. It made surfing all the more interesting and challenging. Salt water on his face, the breeze blowing his dark hair, the power of the sea holding his board up, twisting and turning, this was why he loved Storybrooke.
He had been surfing for a while now and he was getting hungry. He took his board and walked to the beach, stripping of the upper part of his suit. The sun felt good on his bare back, but his stomach was protesting. He meant to go back to Neverland when he saw a certain redhead petite girl. She was reading an old book and he smiled proudly. She had his book with her, good. He then noticed her attire and gasped.
She was wearing a one piece with side cuts, the turquoise enhancing the pearliness of her skin. The side cuts showed bits of that tantalizing white and her figure was curvy and luscious, even for her small stature. Her ruby hair was piled over her head into a ponytail. He had just thought how much beauty the ocean gave him when he surfed. But looking at Ariel with her burgundy hair and pale legs, she made the ocean a mere pond compared to her loveliness.
He scowled, angry, scared at himself and disappointed at his own thoughts. "I need to get laid, all these hellish nights are taking their toll." He turned to gather his things and was walking to his truck when the little redhead shocked him once more.
A lean, muscular dude with good looks came up to his pretty neighbor and wrapped his arms around her. He lifted her and threw her over his shoulder. She was shrieking and he saw her drop his book on her towel, while the guy was walking towards the water. She squirmed yelled, begging to be put down, and he spanked her once, and a group of assholes whistled and called to them.
Killian was seething. He felt angry enough to pummel rock, he felt a tightness in his chest, the air lacking. How dare that idiot teenager mistreat someone like Ariel like that? How dare he ridicule her and touch her like that in front of everyone? He threw her to the water and she came up spluttering and shivering, her hair was a curtain over her face and clinged to the tops of her breasts. The asshole who threw her was laughing loudly with his friends and started running away from her as he saw her coming back to him. "Good, serves you right, dickhead." Killian thought.
The douchebag stopped suddenly and caught her again, lifted her and she had no choice but to wrap her legs around him. He kissed her and Killian could almost see the blush that covered her upper chest, neck and face. Almost. But she didn't stop him and understanding was a bitter pill to swallow. This was Ariel Trion's boyfriend, not Peter McBarrie.
Resentment was a hard truth to face. Why would the innocent, introverted, delightful Ariel be with someone like him? The muscles spoke loud enough, he was a jock definitely, but his actions were louder. This guy was in for the show and just interested in popping a certain redhead's cherry. The sexual frustration was there, in the way his hands roamed over her legs and back while he kissed her, devouring her mouth. Killian felt muscles tightened in fury at seeing her being manhandled, and the tension on her shoulders, like she wanted to pull away but didn't dare. "Why are you letting him?" he pondered to himself, and the defensiveness burned hard in his eyes.
Killian got in his truck, his stuff and board thrown carelessly on the back. He let out a shaky breath, staring out to the beach, and stayed on the embracing couple. He had let her down, and had his arms around her waist. Ariel was very small compared to him, and her height woke a fresh wave of protectiveness on Killian's heart.
"You have no right." he remarked and left. He never stopped to consider who he said those words to, the asshole on the beach, or himself.
A/N: I got a review that said that Ariel was too shy, hence too OOC. I just wanted to explain something about sexuality here. Ariel's sisters are the sirens of the Greek myths. They use their sensuality to lure men, hence their reputation as femme fatales. Ariel, on the other hand, is a mermaid of benevolent and kind nature, in love with a human. But our Ariel in Storybrooke doesn't remember who she is, hence the shyness. Will a little bit of help believing and fairy dust *wink wink* she'll find herself, but with time. Patience, little grasshoppers.
Oh and I had to change Eric's eyes, so they weren't like Killian's. Poem used: "I love you" by Mario Benedetti. Song title: "Accidental babies" by Damien Rice. Check it out.
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