Trying to concentrate while Arthur breathed down my neck, was hard. His body was large and leaning over me as he watched me scroll through the internet. He had brought up a chair from the dining room and we've only been sitting here for close to an hour, but the room was becoming stifling.

I adjusted in my seat and scrolled down on my screen. We weren't exactly sure what was supposed to be typed into the search bar so we just winged it. Amnesty Bay and Atlantis was what we went with.

"This entire time you've been searching for Atlantis?"

Behind me Arthur answered,"I'm not sure why I can't locate it,"

"Could it be hidden?"

"Duh,"

I sighed, turning to him,"If it's hidden do you think you have to go through some type of trial or test in order for it to appear?"

He tore his pale blue eyes from the bright screen to glance at me, leaning back he crossed his arms,"I've already thought about all this. That's why I came back. I've saved numerous drunk men and helped capsized ships and boats and still no Atlantis," his voice was tired with defeat.

"Saving innocents seems to not be the key to unlocking any door to a hidden underwater palace. It's gotta be something else, let's just see what we can find, ok?"

On a whim I clicked the image tab and scrolled through until Arthur's hand laid on mine and made me scroll back up, the cursor clicking on an old drawing.

"That looks familiar,"

It was the creature that we saw in the shed. The drawing was old and a folk lore but this long, slimy, clawed creature had a name.

"Dead Water," I gasped and clicked on the image. It took us to a link.

The site had very little about what exactly what it was or where it came from, but it gave us enough to know that it was dangerous. Arthur leaned forward reading over the words.

"It can teleport anywhere with water," I observed,"then why did it rush off past me?"

"The one we saw in the shed isn't as big as this drawing," Arthur took the mouse and scrolled down some more. There was an even older photo of Amnesty Bay back in the early 1900's. A group of fisherman were on the pier smiling proudly next to their capture. It was an even larger version of Dead Water. They had it strung up by its tail, its clawed arms crumpled against the wooden pier, showing its height.

"Look," his voice was deep and I followed the cursor to see it settled on a face in the background. It was grainy and a bit blurred, but the face and the jawline was recognizable.

"Is that-?"

"Yvette,"

"But how?! This image is from the 1900's! She'd be dead! Is there a bio or something?" I asked motioning for him to scroll down the old article. It listed the fishermen's names and the one who had dealt the death blow was named, Wilson Murray and his wife Yvette Murray was there to congratulate her husband.

I quickly took back the mouse and opened a new tab, I typed the couples name in the search bar. The first thing to pop up was the article we just read and the next one was of Wilson Murray's obituary.

"It says he died three days after they caught Dead Water. The doctors aren't sure what had happened, but his body was found with a large hole in his chest like something came out," my eyes followed the cursor as I read aloud,"The creature had escaped and his wife was missing and presumed dead."

I swiveled around to face Arthur,"This doesn't answer many questions,"

"No, it doesn't," He grunted, shoving away from the desk. He stood, his hands pulling into fists,"This tells us nothing at all, Ingrid!"

"I know, but-,"

"But what?" He was angry, his nostrils flaring and his eyes narrow. His body was tight and slightly shaking. I was in awe, for just a moment, with how powerful his body looked.

"We now have a name for the creature. And the weird feeling we both got from Yvette, wasn't just a hunch, she's connected to Dead Water and Atlantis. We just have to figure out how," I spoke calmly from my seat partially worried he'd punch a hole in my wall.

"Think she could be Atlantean?"

"I mean, it's a possibility. You said you all age a lot slower than humans, that could explain why she's still here. Maybe this "restoration" of Amnesty Bay she's spearheading is a cover up to get enough signatures and the go to start her search for Atlantis? It might explain why she came back after all these years,"

He looked at me, an eyebrow raised,"Ok, let's float that idea around. If she is Atlantean, why was she with Wilson?"

"Could be the same reason your mother was with your father, she fell in love with a human," I offered.

"And disappeared for over a hundred years?"

"Maybe she was exiled from Atlantis and couldn't find it like you can't, but recognized Dark Water as an enemy of Atlantis and knew it could help her find it?"

Arthur was pacing as his mind mulled over my words. His large body made my room look so small. I watched him sigh and sit on the edge of my bed. His long hair falling over his shoulders.

"Why didn't it kill her?"

"Not all Atlanteans are probably good, she could have been exiled for other reasons besides the falling in love with a human," I stood up from my seat and went to go open the window closest to my bed. I was beginning to sweat.

"This is all just theories and ideas. We could be completely wrong," I grunted shoving the window open. The breeze was a welcome feeling.

"Or completely right,"

I glanced over my shoulder at him,"We'll just have to keep an eye out for Dark Water,"

"Dark Water," Arthur seemed to be testing the name on his tongue,"Such an odd name,"

"Yeah, well he's apart of your world, not mine," I teased opening the window a bit wider.

When I looked at Arthur he was looking at me funny.

"What?" I asked.

"Thank you,"

"It's no problem," I replied joining him on the bed.

"I mean it, I've been looking for Atlantis for months and I've gotten farther with your help," He smiles softly at me.

I nodded, a bit nervous with his close proximity, I could feel the heat off his body and smell his natural scent. We haven't yet discussed what happened between us that night. We act like we're together, in the moments we are, but neither of us has spoken on it.

"Don't thank me yet, I'm only using you to find your people and claim the throne so I can be your queen, really I have no other motives except to be Queen of Atlantis," I joked, giggles erupted as I thought about it,"That'd be way too much responsibility and I can't hold my breath that long,"

"You'd make a fine Queen," I looked at Arthur so quickly that I hadn't even noticed how close he was or felt his hand on my cheek. I did feel his lips hesitantly glide across mine. I kissed back and he returned the favor, hungrier.

My mind was boggled with a million and one thoughts as our lips smacked together and our bodies pulled into each other. His strong arms were around me, tight and all consuming. My arms were trapped against his solid chest as he leaned into me.

I somehow managed to pull my arms free and wrap them around his neck, the top half of our bodies were facing each other, but our lower halves were planted firmly on the bed and I pulled my knee up and pushed it across his lap until I was straddling him.

I felt his laugh vibrate past my lips and felt it deep in his chest against mine.

"Why are you laughing?" I asked between kisses.

"Eager are we?" He murmured back, his lips now nipping at my neck. My head fell back as I arched into his touch, one hand held my breast and the other had slipped in the back of my jeans, his warm hand squeezing tightly.

Beneath me I could feel him, ready and determined as his lips, teeth and tongue trailed to the three buttons on my shirt. My body was hot and my breathing labored as I moved against him. I hadn't realized how deprived I was of the human touch until Arthur had offered it. Now, I couldn't seem to contain myself.

An airy moan left my lips as I moved against him just right and my hands found their way to the front of his pants. His dark, worn leather belt was hard to undo, but I managed. He on the other hand had my shirt up and over my head in seconds.

"Show off," I laughed.

"It's not my fault you're rusty," He kissed me again, deep and rough, his tongue sliding past my parted lips. Our bodies seemed to melt together. One arm was positioned along my spine, his hand on the back of my neck. I frowned uncertain with what he was doing until a breathy moan escaped my lips and I felt his fingers work quick and steady against me.

I bit my lip and leaned into him my forehead sweaty against his tattooed shoulder, as my body rocked against his hand. His breath was quick against my ear as he whispered to me. I couldn't hear what he was saying only feel what he was doing to me.

Our breathing was labored and I squeezed my eyes shut trying to keep hold of the feeling, not letting it take over. Pulling my head from his shoulder I captured his lips. His beard and mustache were still scratchy and a bit awkward to kiss with. Soon I knew we'd be naked and wrapped up in each other's arms, more so then we are now.

"Ingrid? I'm going to get dinner-,"

Arthur and I froze and my eyes snapped open. I pulled Arthur's hand from my pants and climbed off of him so quickly I nearly fell.

"Gah!" I exclaimed tripping over my shirt, Arthur grabbed my waist helping me up.

"Ingrid," My father's voice was a mix between shock and anger and amusement.

I glanced up staring at him with wide eyes,"Dad!" I nervously smiled at him suddenly aware of my appearance. I was standing before him in my bra and pants that were unzipped.

Arthur stepped in front of me clearing his throat,"Hi, I'm Arthur Curry," he held his hand out and my father just looked at him before looking at me as I peered out from behind Arthur.

"Not how I'd like to meet my daughters boyfriend," My father aimed at me.

"He's not my boyfriend," I exclaimed, pulling my shirt on and fixing my pants. I moved from behind Arthur, looking up at him apologetically.

"That makes it worse," My father muttered.

"Wait, I'm not?" Arthur asked, looking down at me.

"W-what? You want to be?" I gasped.

"I don't sleep with just anybody," He declared.

"Too much information, I saw too much of my daughter," He turned away from us and walked down the hall,"I'm going to get dinner. It was nice meeting you, Arthur Curry,"

Arthur and I stood in silence before he turned to me,"So what did you think this was? A friends with benefits situation?"

"I mean we never talked about it and I didn't think you'd want to be in a relationship with me. With everything going on, it'll just complicate things, right?"

"If I didn't want to be with you, I would have told you that,"

"Oh," I bit my lip.

"Enough of this serious talk. We know where we stand, right?" He asked me.

"Yeah,"

"Good. Let's go downstairs and wait for your dad," he offered his hand and I placed mine in his.

"What, not finish what we started?" I asked as he led me downstairs.

"Your Dad walking in and you telling me you were pretty much using me for my body kind of killed the mood,"

"Har har har," I mocked.

A calming feeling came over me as I admired Arthur. He was such a conundrum sometimes. So stoic and demanding, but soft and sweet and sarcastic. These were not the qualities I expected when I first came across him fixing his front door. I expected him to be cold and rude. His appearance just screamed "Don't look at me".

I let Arthur drag me through my house so he could give a better first impression to my father.

This is a man that can only complicate my life more, but I don't think I minded.