must not make 'under the sea' joke

Dec 17, 2010 12:49

((OOC: Explanation - as requested by sagibunu, based upon her mermice drawings here and here,lionfish!minnie and shark!mickey going about their usual day...))

She was awake, but she didn't want to be. She was still trapped in that frustrating moment when one realizes the day has begun and there are things to do, but sleep is just so relaxing that the body rolls and shifts in places, struggling to return back to the unthinking rest. After a few more tosses and turns on the soft rocks, she gave up, and allowed her eyes to open. The day had started well without her, as the sun shone through the water, and smaller fish were going about their business. As she rubbed her eyes to concentrate, she mentally marked upon her first task for the day... eating. However, that would also mean leaving her coral home.

Perhaps a month ago, that wouldn't have been such a big deal. On warm days, she enjoyed leaving her home behind to swim as far as she could, feeling she always found new places to explore. Lately, though, these little trips have been more adventurous than she cared for. She shook her head, deciding maybe if she thought of him too much, that might somehow summon him. Food wasn't going to up and swim to her, so there was really no choice in leaving. With a good flex of her tail, she moved away from the coral reef, and glided through the currents.

Many lengthy minutes passed without any sign of him, and while it was initially surprising at first - certainly not disappointing, no, never, surely not - she managed to relax, and casually scan the waters for a good meal. Something small and quick, to keep her lovely figure nice and trim. A look to the left... nothing particularly appetizing. A look to the right... far too fattening. A look behind her...

“Hiya.”

… and there he was.

Startled out of her scales, she dove for the nearest rock, though it was hardly enough to hide her. Her lengthy tail wrapped around it, and she dared to peek her head up over it. He had already made record time, arriving there before she could take a breath, sheer amusement all over his face. “Ya know, for a lionfish... ya act more like a scaredy-cat.”

Had it really only been one month ago when she ran into those beastly sharks? She thought for sure she was doomed, and so, on pure instinct, lashed out her poisonous spines, and managed to strike the closest one. Fortunately, that seemed to distract the entire group, and she had swum as fast as her little body would allow. Mere days later, she was confronted by the single shark she had injured, but he had no intention of harming her. It was quite the opposite - he had every intention of wooing her over. Maybe the poison had gotten to his brain - a shark and a lionfish? She was a better dinner than a date.

Still, there he was, trying to coax her out from behind the stone. “Come on, ya know I didn't mean to scare ya like that.”

“I think I have every right and reason to be scared.” Her eyes wouldn't meet his. “After what your friends tried to do to me...”

“And I apologized for that a hundred times.” With an easy turn, he was upside-down. “And I'm not my friends... and I think ya know that. Otherwise, ya'd shoot me up full of that sickness again.”

A quick glance to her elaborate fins. “I just don't like doing that... It was an emergency that time.”

He smiled, righting himself up and coming up behind her. “So what were ya doin', before I came along?”

A little sigh, as she rested her head on the rock. “I was looking for something to eat...”

“What a coincidence.” His tone became noticeably lower. “So was I.” With that, the lionfish felt a sudden gentle nip to her shoulder - not hard enough to draw blood, but enough to make its presence known. A yelp escaped her, and before she could make another desperate dash, one of his arms looped around her waist, a hand came on top of hers, and their tails were entwined. “Aw, ya can't take a little joke?”

“It's not funny.” Her cheeks were blazing, and she mentally chided herself for not seeing this coming. Surely after all of these visits, she should know his routine by now. “Why can't you be more careful? I could accidentally sting you, and then what would happen?”

He pretended to mull this over, petting her side. “If I had to take a guess... I'd get sick, and then ya'd nurse me back to health, 'cause even though it was my fault, ya'd feel so bad about what happened. And then we'd kiss and make-up.”

Silence on her part, for although he was wishing for the end of that story, the beginning was fairly accurate. Even if it was entirely his fault if he got sick again, she'd be consumed with guilt over what her body was capable, and do everything in her power to resolve it. It was... a bit flattering, for him to know her so well already. Just a bit.

“See? It's cause you're so sweet. That's why I love ya.” Now a nip to her ear. “I just wish I could eat ya up.”

“That'd still make you sick.” But that reply had less strength to it, heart racing.

“Don't care.” He held her hand up, thumb going over her palm. “It'd just mean ya were inside me forever... so ya'd never leave me. We'd always be together.”

Was that romantic in the language of the sharks, or just him being him? It was hard to tell sometimes. In fact, it was hard to tell if he was ever serious with her. He was always smiling, always teasing, always playing around, that sometimes she wondered if she was just a game to him. Logically, that should have been a relief to ponder such a thing, as it meant that once he grew bored of her, he'd leave her alone. Maybe he'd just get interested in something prettier... an angelfish, or a female shark.

Funny how logic and common sense don't always work where the heart is concerned, for such thoughts always left her in fits of unexplained depression. Because of him, her life was disruptive, chaotic, and things she used to be so sure of were now mere guesses. Yet she could not even fathom going back to her peaceful exploratory swims - not out of any whim or desire, it was just a simple matter of things never being the same again. Things were always going to be changing with him. Those were supposed to be bad things. So why didn't they feel bad?

She was jarred out of that train of thought by a new nip, now to her finger. This time, though, he wasn't quick to pull away or stop. He held the hand to his mouth, watching her expression as he clamped down on it. Cheeks redder than her scales, her eyes were shut, an itty bitty squeak emitting. Closing her eyes failed to do any good, for though she couldn't see what he was up to, she could certainly feel it. His teeth were sharp, but no skin was pierced, just a dangerous presence being presented, and a afew licks of a rough tongue...

… And then, faintly, there was a strange gurgling noise, coming from her stomach. The fish were surprised, and looked down at the belly, before looking at each other. He released her finger to speak. “Guess you really are hungry.”

“I told you I was looking for food.”Now she managed to tract her hand, clearly embarrassed by that noise. “If you would just listen sometimes...”

“Stay right here!” Uncurling himself from her, he hovered above her, ready to go. “I'll get us somethin' real good! Don't move an inch!” Without waiting for any permission to do so, he sped off to hunt.

She watched him go, still locked into the position of his embrace. Looking own at her hands after a bit, she wrung her fingers together, rubbing the bitten one over and over. If she wasn't awake before, she certainly was now.

minnie, mickey, disney, lionfish

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