Astrology #11 - Aquarius
Title: Water-Barer
Prompt: Astrology #11 - Aquarius
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Ariel/Belle
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Season Three's Dark Hollow, public sex
The ocean is a shock of cold as it hits Belle’s shins. She squeals, drawing back, but Ariel’s hand is firm around her wrist, tugging her further into the water.
“C’mon, you promised!” Ariel grins, and that smile’s enough to melt Belle’s resistance.
Right up until a particularly menacing wave soaks her all the way to her thighs.
Belle shrieks, and Ariel’s laughing, so at home with the tide lapping around her, never mind that the water is freezing.
“You did that on purpose!” Belle accuses, although she’s giggling breathlessly.
“I’m a mermaid, I don’t control the sea,” Ariel shoots back, sticking out her tongue for good measure.
Belle kicks water at her face.
Soon there’s water spraying everywhere and they’re both drenched, but Belle still screams when Ariel tackles her into the surf. They roll over the wet sand, water lapping against their bodies, until they’re pressed close, arms around each other’s waists, Belle practically sat in Ariel’s lap.
“My dress is going to smell like the ocean for weeks,” Belle huffs, but it’s playful, no anger behind the words.
“Well, if it’s bothering you…” Ariel trails off with a smirk, and then she’s tugging the sodden fabric upwards. Belle yelps in surprise, but she’s already raising her arms, twisting so Ariel can pull the dress up over her head.
“Someone could see,” she whispers, squirming across Ariel’s thighs.
“Let them look,” Ariel grins, fingers already working the clasp of Belle’s bra as Belle whimpers, arching into the touch.
Prompt: Astrology #11 - Aquarius
Fandom: Once Upon A Time
Pairing: Ariel/Belle
Rating: PG-13
Word count: 250
Notes: Spoilers for Season Three's Dark Hollow, public sex
The ocean is a shock of cold as it hits Belle’s shins. She squeals, drawing back, but Ariel’s hand is firm around her wrist, tugging her further into the water.
“C’mon, you promised!” Ariel grins, and that smile’s enough to melt Belle’s resistance.
Right up until a particularly menacing wave soaks her all the way to her thighs.
Belle shrieks, and Ariel’s laughing, so at home with the tide lapping around her, never mind that the water is freezing.
“You did that on purpose!” Belle accuses, although she’s giggling breathlessly.
“I’m a mermaid, I don’t control the sea,” Ariel shoots back, sticking out her tongue for good measure.
Belle kicks water at her face.
Soon there’s water spraying everywhere and they’re both drenched, but Belle still screams when Ariel tackles her into the surf. They roll over the wet sand, water lapping against their bodies, until they’re pressed close, arms around each other’s waists, Belle practically sat in Ariel’s lap.
“My dress is going to smell like the ocean for weeks,” Belle huffs, but it’s playful, no anger behind the words.
“Well, if it’s bothering you…” Ariel trails off with a smirk, and then she’s tugging the sodden fabric upwards. Belle yelps in surprise, but she’s already raising her arms, twisting so Ariel can pull the dress up over her head.
“Someone could see,” she whispers, squirming across Ariel’s thighs.
“Let them look,” Ariel grins, fingers already working the clasp of Belle’s bra as Belle whimpers, arching into the touch.