Moana sat on the canoe, staring up admiringly at the stars. Their first day out couldn't have been more perfect. A strong breeze and rolling ocean. The trip was a challenge but fun. Maui made for an excellent partner, tossing glib remarks and jokes to pass the time. Now, the ocean was as smooth as could be. A strong current and gentle breeze taking them towards their destination, the clear sky twinkling with stars.
"Make way." Maui said, and sat down heavily next to her. Moana looked at his tattooed arm. "Tell me about this one?" she asked. Face brightening, Maui launched into a colorful tale, aided by the moving tapestry on his body. Moana was a great audience, gasping and exclaiming at all the right points, eagerly drinking in the story he told. When he was done he laid back, arms behind his head, eyes closed, soft smile on his lips. Idly, she traced the lines of his tattoo, mentally turning over the tale he had told. She loved hearing his stories, he truly was an amazing storyteller. And his tattoos! She smiled as she looked at mini-Maui, who was flexing and preening under her silent praise. Her hand went to his broad chest, tracing the tattoos there. Just how did these tattoos come to be? He had said once that they just show up, but how? Why? What type of a deed did it take to make itself part of the mosaic on the demigods' body? Lightly her fingers grazed across his nipple. Immediately goosebumps erupted across his chest. Fascinated by such a human response, Moana traced her fingers around his areola and was pleased to see the massive body shiver and his breathing quicken. Quickly she glanced at his face. His eyes were still closed, face peaceful, the ghost of a smile still lingering. Lightly she drug her nails across his chest, just how human was this demigod?
His big hand came down on hers when she reached his sternum, shocking her out of her meanderings and back into the real world. "Careful, princess." His voice was deeper, huskier than normal. "It's been over a thousand years since I've had any sort of attention like this. You'll want to think twice about your chosen course." Moana froze, what was she thinking? What was she doing? Did she honestly think she had any right to put her hands on him in such a fashion? Come to think of it, did she even want to touch him like that? Where did she want this to go? Confused by her own thoughts, she sat, immobile, trying to make some sense out of the tangle of emotions inside her.
Maui felt the war going on in her. Was partially amused and altogether baffled by it. He had been reveling in her attention throughout the day, loving her reaction to his stories, and enjoying the way her small fingers left rivers of tingles where they traveled, a form of worship in their own right. She was a good audience that never seemed to tire of his exploits. He was not, however, ready for his body's response to her idle exploration, surprised at the sudden demand the human portion of him exerted. He waited for her to come to some resolution, but she stayed frozen, debating, her warm hand still on his chest. Best to get this idea far from her head, she has no idea what she's asking.Just a little taste of greatness. Should be enough to jolt her out of any fantasy. Rolling up onto his elbow; he released the hand he had pinned to his chest, wrapped his arm around her tiny waist and pulled her under him. He arched over her, pressing his lips to hers firmly, silencing her exclamation of surprise. He put every ounce of skill he had into the kiss, not holding back in the least. Using every trick and ability he knew both as a man and as a demigod.
Oka fefe what was happening! Her heart hammered wildly against her chest, her breath was ragged and short, her body was trembling violently. Moana fought to get her head around what was going on, but her brain refused to cooperate. All it is is a kiss, just a kiss, get your head on straight and get a handle on this situation! Her mind screamed at her. Her blood felt like a river of lava pounding through her veins. Suddenly, the kiss was over. She lay sprawled on the canoe, trembling in the aftermath. Maui strolled lazily to the end of the boat, smirking and softly humming you're welcome under his breath.
Notes:
Oka Fefe: An exclamation, similar to "Oh My Goodness!" or "What the heck!"
I'm afraid of using exclamations and the like incorrectly. I will probably keep them to a minimum as I really don't want to annoy anybody, plus I don't want to detract from the story.
I suppose now would be the time to say that I do plan on making this a love interest type story as well as action/adventure. I'm not certain if it will be a happy ending or not, but the relationship between Moana and Maui will be strained and a surprise to them both.
As always, thank you for reading. Constructive criticism/critiquing encouraged and sought for.
