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Post by Alana/Opal on May 22, 2013 18:34:18 GMT -5
Alana swam close to the shallows, picking up liter and garbage and putting it in the little kid's sand bucket she had in one hand. It wasn't a great job... and it made her mutter obscenities at the culprits of the liter, but at least it was something to DO... or else she would sink to the bottom and cry her eyes out.
They still hadn't found a way to turn her back yet... and with the entire town almost being OBLITERATED, that had been put on the back burner as people reconnected and set about reconstructing the town.
Alana blinked up at a take-out cup that was thrown a little ways in front of her. Rage boiled in her as she seized it, swam to the surface, and chucked it at the teen's head who threw it in, diving back down into the water before he could see who had thrown it.
She continued on along the shoreline, followed by some fish, not the beautifully colorful ones that had perished in the aquarium at the marine garage... but they were still darlings... curious about her presence. She stroked the muddy green scales of one when she felt a strange sensation. A thud in her chest... and pull... something was throbbing for her attention, calling out to her...
She followed the sensation to the docking area. She sank to the depths, finding a shiny golden coin that had to be the source. She examined it curiously... then looked up. There was a figure on the docks, looking down at her, silhouetted against the brilliant moon. She didn't usually reveal herself unless it was someone she knew... but the silhouette looked familiar...she knew that build, lock of hair, relaxed but perfectly poised body language. Her heart-shaped face came up out of the water. She smiled up at him.
"Eric?" She asked. She then noticed some candlelight and an elegant spread of food on a blanket on the edge of the dock. He was dressed sharply in dress pants and and dress shirt, and fitted designer vest.
His pants where rolled up to the knees, as he sat down on the edge, dipping his legs in the water.
Alana let out a laugh, hoisting herself up between his legs to give him a tender kiss. She pulled away.
"What is all this?" She asked, coin still in her hands.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on May 22, 2013 18:49:45 GMT -5
"That is a coin a borrowed from Ariel it calls mermaids and you were just the mermaid I wanted to see." He smiled.
"And this is for you!" Eric handed her a rose, "You need to eat so I brought dinner. Also I am under strict orders to return the coin once you become human again." He began setting out food for them.
"Just because your now a mermaid doesn't mean we can't go on dates right?"
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Post by Alana/Opal on May 22, 2013 18:58:47 GMT -5
Alana gasped at the display, kissing his cheek. She loved that he was absolutely CONFIDENT that she would be human again... it was the strength that she needed to take another breath.
"I suppose that's true..." She laughed. "I just thought maybe you would feel limited... since you can't take me out on the town." She clutched at the edge of the dock, her purple tail curling flirtatiously; she could already feel butterflies in her stomach just looking at him. At least being *different* didn't change how she felt towards him. She pulled herself up on the dock and sat herself next to him.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on May 23, 2013 12:06:32 GMT -5
Eric tipped her chin and pulled her in for a kiss, his lips meeting hers lightly. "Now I brought your favorite so I hope your hungry." He told her turning to open the picnic basket.
"I miss you Alana I am so grateful I can come visit you like this. I want you to know Ariel is working on figuring out what could have made you change. It's not easy but she is really hoping to find away." He smiled, "I'm not worried someone will." He kissed her cheek again.
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Post by Alana/Opal on May 23, 2013 19:18:56 GMT -5
Alana nodded and let that train of thought die away. She just had to trust in Ariel and keep hoping that Eric was right...
She focused back on him. Neptune he looked deliciously handsome. His clothes hugged him in all the right places. She was starting to feel the desire again, but she pushed it aside, grabbing a roll from the spread. She made a little hole in the side and started hollowing it out, eating the soft warm insides before finishing the flaky exterior; something Opal always did. She never really knew that she did it until Ron had pointed it out to her one time...
But now she was doing it just to keep herself busy. To be honest... she was a horny mermaid at the moment... but they were very limited on what he could do to her... Tail and all...
The Cosmo magazines that Ariel had let her borrow, however, convinced Alana that there was A LOT she could do to HIM. No legs nor nether region required. Her face went beet red. WHY was she even thinking about this right now??? It was highly inappropriate; here Eric was, all dashing and with a meal and just wanting to have a cordial date... and all she could think about was what she wanted to do to do with him pinned down in the sand, waves crashing against their bodies, moonlight caressing his handsome features as he arched with pleasure... crying out her name...
Eric asked her something. Shit. She choked on bread... groping for a water bottle to clear her throat. She sighed once the obstruction went down. "I'm sorry, what was that?" She asked, feeling so embarrassed.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on May 23, 2013 19:56:12 GMT -5
"I said you look beautiful in the moon light Alana." He told her she looked a bit flustered.
"So what are you thinking about?" He shot her a smile as he opened a bottle of wine.
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Post by Alana/Opal on May 23, 2013 20:08:32 GMT -5
"Oh... just... you know... your buns... ROLLS... the rolls. They're good...Homemade?" Alana had to keep from rolling her eyes at herself. She went for the gorgeous tuna salad next... the most non-sexual food there was. "Oh god, Eric... this is so good! Sure beats what I have to work with along the shore lines... everything around here has a muddy taste..."
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on May 23, 2013 20:30:40 GMT -5
"Um yes I made them. I also made some roast chicken because I am sure your tired of fish by now. Alana are you eating okay? I confess I have no idea what mermaid's eat but I want to be sure your okay."
He studied her, gods she was perfect. "I brought my ipod," He hit play and soft music played.
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Post by Alana/Opal on May 23, 2013 21:45:18 GMT -5
"Oh... you are a SAINT, Eric." She ditched the delicious salad and opened the container of chicken. She, like her father, and most ex-mermaids, tended to get a little queasy on heavier meats... but chicken was safe. She nibbled on a piece of chicken; it tasted so good. Then she heard the music playing. "Mmm.. dinner, music, moonlight... this is pretty perfect, Eric..."
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on May 24, 2013 20:04:00 GMT -5
"Well your pretty perfect." He chuckled, "Wow that was pretty corny wasn't it. Oh well even I have my moments." He laughed.
"Still I'll try bringing you food as much as I can. You shouldn't have to fend for yourself out here." He moved closer to her.
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Post by Alana/Opal on May 25, 2013 14:54:35 GMT -5
"Yep...VERY corny..." but she laughed as she scrunched her nose at him, cheeks burning. He could make her feel like an adored princess with even the corniest of lines..
"And don't worry about me...I'm fine." She said to him. She knew it would get him wet, but she draped her purple tail over his thighs, so she was practically in his lap.
She stopped nibbling on her chicken. "You know... there was always something that I was curious about..." She said. "You said that you loved me ever since you met me here... well...that was OPAL... So... I guess my question is, are you in love with her still? Or do you like me, Alana, more?" It was meant to be a light teasing question, but his answer seemed important to her for some reason. "I mean... I feel like you and Ron are basically the same person, just a different name. But Opal and me... we are SOOOO different..."
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on May 26, 2013 10:58:06 GMT -5
"Well that's a good question and I wouldn't say I love you as Alana more or Opal more. Honestly they are still both you deep down. You're Alana but you still do some of the things Opal did. So who do I love more honestly I couldn't answer because its just you." He smiled.
"I mean it Alana or Opal it never mattered, I do however find Alana to be a bit more agreeable. Of course Opal did have that cute way of being shy I rather enjoyed." Eric kissed the top of her head.
"Does it matter much to you?"
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Post by Alana/Opal on May 27, 2013 14:09:58 GMT -5
"I suppose not..." She leaned into him. "Sometimes I feel like Opal never existed... but... she's also a side of me that's unafraid to say the things I could NEVER say. So in a way, she IS me..." She looked up at Eric. "It's nice that you love all sides of me."
She gently tugged on his vest and and brought him close so they could kiss. His lips were smooth against her full, soft mouth. She had to suppress a moan as his hand went to her mid-drift. She pulled away, feeling a shudder travel down her spine. Alana was happy to know that she could still be excited by him, but she was shy... especially about how to try out what Ariel had suggested to her over cocktails and Cosmo magazines. She turned abruptly, seizing the strawberries, holding them up to him awkwardly.
"Strawberries???" She asked, biting her lower lip.
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Post by Prince Eric/ Ron Anderson on May 27, 2013 22:20:30 GMT -5
He kissed her back tenderly, "I would love some." He smiled at her opening his mouth to take a bite. He teasingly nipped at her fingers instead laughing a bit.
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Post by Alana/Opal on May 28, 2013 7:06:22 GMT -5
Another shudder. Damnit Eric... he had to be SO alluring...
"Behave..." She murmured, hoping to sound sexy, even though she felt like her heart was in her throat at the moment. She found the whipcream... Neptune help her. The way he opened his mouth to accept the fruity treat... eyes closed, lips and teeth grazing the smooth surface... before he slowly bit into it, blue eyes opening to meet hers.
She couldn't contain herself any longer, she ditched the strawberries and slid her arms around his neck, claiming the sweetness of his lips. He slowly lowered them onto the wood of the dock, Alana atop him. She wanted it all, his lips, his neck, his hair, his hands... oh his perfect hands all over her...
She was getting her wish, his hands going back to the clasp of her bikini top, but she stopped him abruptly, tearing her lips away. She almost couldn't breath, her heart was pounding so fast.
"Meet me by the shore..." She finally said, then dove into the water.
She swam a little distance to a pier post, digging something down there that she had weighed down with heavy rock; it was a new shell top. The material of her bikini top was starting to lose it's color, being submerged in salty water all the time. This new top, while not as colorful and beautiful as something she could put together in the deep ocean, it would have to do. It had white shells and brown shells with beautiful insides, held together by old netting. Adorned with some dangle earrings that she had found along the shore. It was amazing that so many people wore such earrings to the beach...
She changed tops, remembering an article about men being very visual creatures driven by sexual fantasies. Only for this one, Eric didn't have to IMAGINE that she was a mermaid. Alana surfaced and floated in towards the shore. The moon was lighting up the sands perfectly. She slid herself up further along the sandy beach, letting the waves tug and pull against her tail as it moved in and out.
Alana hummed to herself, lifting up her tail luxuriously as she basked in the moonlight, waiting.
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