Seraphina
The Sun Goddess and Moon Spirit have woken and slept many times now, and my conversations with the human have taught me much about his world. I learn he has a father, a mother, and a brother back home. He lives in a strange land called "the colonies" and has many friends. He was headed to a far away land to learn when we first met, but he did not want to go. I pity him, being forced to leave his family. I don't know what I would do if my family made me leave them. A pang of hurt shoots through my heart when I think of my family. It must show on my face, my hurt, because the human - Nick is his preferred name - sends me a worried look.
"What's wrong?" he questions, reaching out a hand to touch my arm. We have long since reached the point where we are comfortable touching, yet each time my stomach turns in a strange way and I feel something inside of me. As the Mood Spirit grows larger each time she rises, the feeling grows stronger. I wonder what will happen when she is fully grown, which will be at the end of - what did Nick call it, day? - this 'day'. I will find out soon; the Sun Goddess is beginning to dip behind the horizon now.
"I miss family," I say to him. My face is sad, as is my heart. I explain as best as I can in his odd language why I cannot go home again. I have brought shame on myself by not mating and killing him, I say to my new friend. He listens intently. It is a mermaid's purpose to keep the clan alive, and I have been disloyal. They will never take me back.
He gives me a pitying look and rubs his hand up and down my arm. I get strange bumps on my skin. It feels so nice, his touch. Nick must notice my feelings, because he keeps going, running his rough hands softly over my arm. I take his hand in mine and place it in my cheek. Looking up into his eyes, I see he smiles softly down at me. There is something in his pretty eyes, something I don't recognize yet seems so familiar because I know he can see it in my own.
Without thinking about what I'm doing, I suddenly find that I'm pulling myself out of the water and onto the Surface to be closer to him. My tail is not made for sitting, so I lay. The rocky Surface is not terribly uncomfortable, the stones having been smoothed by the sea. Nick smiles down at me and lays down himself, propped up on one elboe. I mirror him.
As he brushes my cheek, his eyes locked in mine, I gather my hair with my free hand and pull it all behind my head so it doesn't fall into my eyes. I see his gaze leave my face and feel his hand follow. He traces my ear, his fingers creep down my neck, and then they're on my torso. Slowly, delicately, his hand runs down my shoulder, my collarbone. He runs it smoothly down my side, barely brushing the side of my breast. His eyes have stopped there.
By this time, the feeling inside me has become a roar. From the corner of my eye I see the fat, full Moon Spirit. She rules the sea and all those in it. She gave us our life and our purpose. Then it hits me, what this feeling inside me is. It's the Siren, the one born of desire and lust. It's what drives us to mate. As if it was waiting for the thought to click into my brain, the Siren suddenly roars her head.
My hand is teaching forward, my wide eyes watching it in nervous awe. The tips of my fingers touch Nick's chest, his muscular arms. The Siren is pleased with this, but she wants more. Apparently so does Nick, because he's moving closer to me, dragging his body across the rocks to close the gap to two hand lengths. I move my hand up to the side of his neck but freeze, because his hand has moved to my stomach, my ribs, my breasts, and the Siren is screaming her approval.
His eyes meet mine again and I can tell he's looking for a sign, something to say "keep going." I must have given it, because a tiny smile plays across his lips for a moment before he begins caressing them gently, touching the sides, tracing the scales where they run up my side, across one breast and to the other, and again back down the side. A slight moan escapes my lips and I am surprised. I didn't mean to let the Siren through, she just slipped out. He seems to like it though, because he smiles. His hand stops touching my chest and makes its way to my cheek again. He's sitting up a bit now, an intense look on his face. His other hand pressed against my other cheek. The look in his eyes is so foreign, so strange, that I'm completely wrapped up in his gaze. I don't even notice he's getting closer to my face until his lips press against mine.
It's soft at first, and I'm so surprised and confused I have no idea what to do. I have no idea what this is, but it pleases the Siren quite a bit so I let him continue. His lips are hot and a tiny bit wet, and after a moment I notice they're moving slightly. I try to mirror his movements with my own lips. He seems to like it, because one of his hands moves to the back of my head, preventing me from moving away. I finally notice his eyes are closed so I close mine. I don't know what this is, but it feels very nice.
All of a sudden, and in my opinion too soon, Nick pulls away. Just a finger length, enough to see into my eyes. There's something in there I don't understand, but I don't think it is a bad thing. He sits there for a moment, bent over me, saying nothing. I move my arm out from under me and lay down on my back. Now he is more than a hand length away, which the Siren protests, but I need a break to breathe. My lungs are a bit sore from not breathing much.
"What this is?" I ask him softly, hoping he will explain what the point of this strange practice is.
"We call it kissing, where I'm from," he smiles at me and pulls a bit of my long hair forward. Running his fingers through it, he adverts his eyes and asks "do you like it?"
I find this bashfulness very sweet and I smile. I reach up with both hands and pull his head down to mine. I put his lips to mine briefly before pushing him away, smiling.
"Yes," I say shortly. He grins and tucks my hair behind my ear before moving in for more. I smile and let him press his bare chest into mine as he puts his lips on mine again
What seems like a very long time later I feel him begin to shift his body. Thus far he has been bent over me, resting in what he calls his 'shins'. Now, he bites my lip softly while he kisses me. Shivers run up and down my body and the Siren moans in happiness. As this happens, I feel Nick sliding on top of me, keeping one leg on each side of my body. He is considerably larger than me, but he is careful not to put too much weight on my small body. He kisses me deeply and I run my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feeling of his bare skin on mine. The air is cold, but he keeps me warm.