Topic 183 - Tell us a secret
Despite the suit she wore, the water still felt cold. Bone cold, blood freezing cold. It always did for a few meters or so. Then, as she moved closer to the center of it all, it warmed. Not instantly but by degrees. It was like walking out of the air conditioning into shade and then, at least, the brilliance of sunlight.
Not that the sunlight reached to this point. It was only the bubble about Susan that kept her safe as she made her way to his kingdom. She liked to think that was the only reason that Cap had sent her down to make this request but she knew better. Her deep, dark secret was really no more than a thinly veiled affair that most either knew about, or suspected the truth. She hadn't been sent as an emissary but rather as an offering.
This far under the sea, it didn't feel good to know that you were bait.
The talk went just as she thought it would. He said no, ignored all her other words and went straight for the heart of the matter. Her need for him. Not desire. Not even that she wanted him. He could hear the pounding of her heart, feel the way her skin heated even through the suit. If he'd said he could scent her, she wouldn't have been surprised. A shark could scent a single drop of blood a mile away or something and he was the most dangerous predator in the sea.
It was hours before she breeched the surface once more, his arms around her and those sultry lips pressed to the bubble that allowed her to breath. Air hit them both and, as it did, the bubble popped. They kissed. A long, slow, deeply intense kiss as the water about them bouyed their forms. Breaking the kiss, he pushed her for the shore.
"Until next time, Susan."
"Goodbye,' she whispered, though she knew she would never truly tell him those words. She didn't mean it.
Not that the sunlight reached to this point. It was only the bubble about Susan that kept her safe as she made her way to his kingdom. She liked to think that was the only reason that Cap had sent her down to make this request but she knew better. Her deep, dark secret was really no more than a thinly veiled affair that most either knew about, or suspected the truth. She hadn't been sent as an emissary but rather as an offering.
This far under the sea, it didn't feel good to know that you were bait.
The talk went just as she thought it would. He said no, ignored all her other words and went straight for the heart of the matter. Her need for him. Not desire. Not even that she wanted him. He could hear the pounding of her heart, feel the way her skin heated even through the suit. If he'd said he could scent her, she wouldn't have been surprised. A shark could scent a single drop of blood a mile away or something and he was the most dangerous predator in the sea.
It was hours before she breeched the surface once more, his arms around her and those sultry lips pressed to the bubble that allowed her to breath. Air hit them both and, as it did, the bubble popped. They kissed. A long, slow, deeply intense kiss as the water about them bouyed their forms. Breaking the kiss, he pushed her for the shore.
"Until next time, Susan."
"Goodbye,' she whispered, though she knew she would never truly tell him those words. She didn't mean it.