Morning had come and Arielle lay in bed in shorts and a tank top, fully rested in the arms of a sleeping Stiles, who was heavily breathing with his mouth wide open, a bit of drool falling out of the corner of his mouth. Thankfully it was on the other side of his mouth so it wasn't as obvious to her. As the sun trickled in through the blinds on the windows, Arielle untangled herself from Stiles's arms, leaving him heavily sleeping like a fallen log in the woods. She stretched her arms up, then to the right, and lastly to the left, then she ran her fingers through her tangled hair, which had a lingering aroma of lake water from the previous day. She got up out of bed and rubbed her eyes a few times as she stepped into the light towards the bathroom.
Getting a decent hot shower out of the bathroom looked like a difficult task, considering that the shower system was only a tub, a sliding wall, and a cheap, thin shower head that shook when it was first turned on. However, Arielle found it easily enjoyable once the water was set to the right warm temperature. This kind of contact seemed to be better than submerging herself in the water, because of the way it drowned her, but left her some air at the same time. As the steam started to build up, she felt a pair of hands reach her sides, grabbing a hold of her waist and feeling up and down her curves. This was soon accompanied by a pair of lips grazing her neck, causing Arielle to release a small, but crystal clear, moan from her lips.
"I know how to make you melt with one touch," he growled proudly, making the kiss up her neck more intense.
"One of these days, I'm no longer going to be turned on by that," she moaned softly, throwing her head back and closing her eyes, her voice growing weaker as she tried to speak, "One day you'll just... come up to me and... kiss my neck just like that... and I won't do a damn thing about it..."
That's when he moved one of his hands from her waist to her stomach, smoothing it down her tanned skin until he reached her center, rubbing her folds ever so gently, making her more and more anxious for him to go further. That subtle bite to her lower lip and the slight arcing of her back gave him the signal to reach his fingers inside her and feel her wetness on some of his fingers, while his index finger found her small bundle of nerves and pushed against it, creating a louder moan from her.
Even though she felt herself losing all of her strength and gaining all of her passionate sexual desire, she had to at least play around with him, even if it was for a brief moment.
"Stiles..." she moaned, "Scott's coming to visit us today... we don't wanna get caught, do we?"
He shook his head, his eyes still looking down at her as he kissed up to her ear, the hot water running down his body only adding to the incredible heat between them.
"That won't be for at least... another hour," he whispered into her ear, his breath sending chills down her spine, which he felt against his body, "So we have all that time to do whatever we want..." he pressed a little harder against her core, circling his fingers a little bit, which caused her to moan his name again, but this time it was more a mumble, like she was speechless, "Tell me what you want..."
Arielle grabbed a hold of his hand and turned herself so she was facing him with his wrist in her hand tightly, her eyes completely wrapped in lust and temptation. She pressed her body against his, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders as she made her way towards his ear, whispering to him, "I want you to throw me against the wall... and I want you to have your way with me..."
He wasted no time after that. He picked her up by her waist, his member already hard just by the sound of her previous moans, and slammed her back against the wall, kissing her chest, to her collar bone, to her neck once again. Seconds later, he was already inside her, savoring the amazing feeling of their connection. He had savored it so much that it caused him to throw his head back as he thrusted slowly in and out of her. Arielle was breathing in synch with him, gasping once or twice from the sensation, followed by a drawn out moan.
"Stiles..." she moaned, breathlessly. It took her a few moments to gather what she was going to say to him, but her mind was abandoning all other thoughts that had nothing to do with this moment, and so she bent her head down to meet his and kissed him passionately, whispering against his lips, "More..."
He never needed to be told twice. When she told him she wanted more, e knew exactly what she meant by that, and started thrusting with wild abandon, causing even louder moans and groans to come out of both of their mouths as they moved together, the hot water making even more steam in the bathroom.
They both came undone together. Neither of them were a moment to soon or too late. That's how it always happened between them, miraculously enough. Arielle was set on her feet, her knees weakening as Stiles caught her with a smile on his face, both of them completely out of breath. There was nothing else to do except kiss until the exhaustion wore off, but they didn't have that kind of time anymore, because Arielle jumped once she heard the slightest noise in the far off distance.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked, rubbing her forearm.
"Scott," she panicked, "He's here."
"What?" he shouted, his eyes widening, "He's early! Why!?"
"I don't know!" Arielle cried, "What are we gonna do?!"
Stiles held her firmly in front of him, "You are going to finish washing your hair. I got this."
He quickly kissed her lips and jumped out of the shower door, grabbing his cold and damp swim trunks from the towel rack where they had been drying, and put them on. He figured he probably had a good 10 seconds before Scott could see anything going on with the cabin, so he ran outside as fast as he could and threw himself into the lake.
Thankfully, by the time the water had settled and he had been in the water for a good amount of time, Scott came into view.
"Hey Scott!" Stiles waved, swimming towards the latter.
"Hey man," Scott said, smiling and running towards the edge of the dock, helping Stiles out of the water, "How's the water?"
"A little chilly this morning, actually," Stiles shrugged, "I just thought I'd get a morning swim in or something."
"Looks like fun," Scott encouraged.
You don't know the half of it, he thought, putting all thoughts of the past few days behind him before anything could slip out.
"Yeah it is," Stiles nodded instead.
They walked into the cabin and Scott saw Stiles's curtain pushed back and Arielle's clothes all piled up on top of her suitcase. Thank god they didn't sleep together the previous night, otherwise, his clothes would be on the floor too, and Scott would certainly get suspicious at that.
"So where's Arielle?" Scott asked.
"I think she's in the shower," Stiles said, scratching the back of his head, "I honestly don't know where else she would be, considering the water is running and she's not asleep."
"Okay, then I'll wait," Scott said, making his way towards the kitchen table.
"Why? What's up?" Stiles asked, following him.
Scott took a seat at the table and leaned against it, "We've been doing a little digging and we think we may have figured out what's happening to her."
"You think?" Stiles asked, taking a seat on the other side of the table.
"Yeah," Scott nodded, "but since Arielle left Beacon Hills, there's been a shortage in the town's water supply. My dad and your dad traced it all to one water source, the pipes of a local outdoor pool."
"Did you figure out what that could mean?" a female's voice called from the other side of the cabin.
Arielle came out of the bathroom, her wet hair tied up in a bunny tail bun on her head with her tank top and sweats on.
"It tells us something," Scott explained, "someone wants to use all of that water supply against you, Arielle. We're not sure why, and we're not sure who, but we're getting there-."
"I know who it is..." Arielle said quietly, staring at the floor.
Stiles's fists clenched together, "Who?"
"The Nereid," she said, looking to her brother, "They're water nymphs too. There are two types of water nymphs, the Nereids and the Oceanids..."
"When Poseidon's kingdom was under attack," Stiles added, "He gave Oceanids the most powerful gift of protection; an identification spell on their eyes so they could tell any species just by looking at them..."
"Well the Nereids were jealous," Arielle continued, "They were water nymphs, but they weren't nearly as loved by Poseidon as they wanted to be, so several of them tried to kill the Oceanids in their sleep, but their new gift of defense and sight made it impossible for the Nereids to succeed. If there really isn't anyone I know who would want to hurt me for any other reason, then this has to be the explanation."
Scott stood up and walked slowly towards her, cautiously rubbing her arms, "You don't need to be afraid of them..."
"I'm not," she said proudly, but calmly.
"Good," he nodded, "Do you know how to defeat them?"
"Yes..." she answered quietly, "Lure them... give them a target to hit. Once they get a goal, they'll follow it until they've succeeded. Give them a target of interest, and then you can fight them and win."
Scott nodded and kissed her forehead, then wrapped his arms around his little sister, nearly crushing her, but she really didn't mind.
"This'll all be over soon," he promised her.
"Take your time," Arielle insisted.
They took a step away from each other and sighed together before Scott turned to Stiles and hugged him briefly, then stepped out of the cabin, letting the screen door slam behind him. The rough sound of the door hitting the wood made Arielle's body shake as though that door had hit her behind her back and she didn't see it coming. She fell to the ground, clutching her heart as she felt the air escaping her lungs. It wasn't because there was another curse set upon her. If there was, she wouldn't know why this was happening to her again, but she did know. Arielle was terrified because she knew there was only one way to keep the Nereid off her tail, and that was not an option she was open to just yet.