Dearest Marissa, I hope you have a wonderful and fantastic day love! Hope you like my sort of stick figure shark. Love, Jess GUYS!! It's Marissa's ( bcshark ) birthday today!!! Go wish her a happy birthday.
Saltwater Siren extra. Hannah brings her mermaid girlfriend home for some TLC.
Sharky (aka Marissa, bcshark) loves the mermaids and drew this lovely picture this morning, plus she's been sick and I think she deserves a pick me up, so this one is for her.
2,966 words. S(enough)FW. SFF. Read the original fic here.
“Hannah, this is ridiculous, it’s never going to work.”
“If you would just stop being so negative and stop splashing you’re going to get water everywhere.”
“You’re rolling me down the street in a wheelbarrow full of water! Stop and think about what you’re doing for a second okay?”
“No- stop it!- because I already know what I’m doing.” Water heaves out of the side of the wheelbarrow as Grace spins to stare at her with outrage and Hannah stumbles, almost dropping the barrow when she comes to a quick stop to look at Grace reproachfully in the light of the moon. “Stop it Grace! I’m trying to help out my girlfriend, who is a sick mythical creature with some disease called Seaweed Syndrome that I’ve never heard of. But she’s making it really hard because she keeps rocking the barrow and she knows that there’s nowhere safe for her to wait around here if I have to go back and get more water!”
They stare at each other stubbornly for a moment, neither blinking until Grace finally concedes, turning back to sit in the wheelbarrow properly with a long suffering sigh.
“I don’t even know why you hauled me up here,” she sounds bitter, irritable, but Hannah can hear the scratchiness in her voice and see the gooseflesh that covers her arms.
“Because you were lying on the beach feeling sorry for yourself,” she responds easily, “looking like you were on death’s door and there’s a huge storm coming. What choice did I have?”
“You could have rolled me into the cave,” Grace mutters resentfully as they turn onto Hannah’s street.
“You get ill if you go more than a few hours without water, you know that.” Hannah reasons back and Grace just huffs again, sitting in silence as they come to a low bungalow with a blue door and a wide, darkly tiled roof over white walls. Grace is staring at it in astonishment, looking at her strangely and when she’s done unlocking the door Hannah turns back to meet her bewilderment.
“What?”
“You live here?” She seems almost disgusted.
“Well… yeah,” Hannah makes her way back down the path towards Grace, looking back at her house curiously, eyes sharp for anything out of place. “I’m renting it.”
“But it’s so…” Grace seems to struggle for the right word. “Square.”
"That's just the way it's built," she can't stop the smile that twitches her lips upwards as she approaches the mermaid, pausing beside the wheelbarrow to look down at her. "I'm going to have to lift you up to take you inside, is that okay?"
Grace eyes her sceptically, eyes flicking up and down her body for a second and then asks, "can you lift me?"
"Of course," her eyes narrow and bends, slipping her arms into the cold water and under Grace's lower back and tail and she feels Grace tense underneath her at the touch, arms going to wrap around her neck, fingers grasping tightly as Hannah raises her slowly up.
She lets out a huffed breath because Grace is heavier than she expected, all muscle and her long tail is slippery to the touch, smooth and slick with water. She waits for a second, bracing her feet and finding her balance and Grace's grip tightens just slightly, until she turns and meets the brunette's gaze, their faces so close that Hannah has to resist the urge to lean forward and press a kiss to the girl's lips. That would surely overbalance her and she's pretty certain that Grace would not appreciate the kiss nearly as much if it resulted in her flying across the front yard.
Instead she takes careful steps up towards the door, Grace curling closer to her when they finally reach it to make them small enough to get inside. It's only a few steps through the tiny house to get to the bathroom, but Grace stares all the same, taking in the rooms that they pass, eyes that look almost golden wide with fascination as she cranes her neck to see more. In the bathroom Hannah deposits her as gently as she can into the deep tub and she has to curl up her tail to stay inside, hands tracing along the plastic with interest.
"Why have you put me in a dish?" She asks, raising an eyebrow at her mischievously. "Do you intend to eat me, Hannah?"
She flushes brightly at the mermaid's words and shakes her head hastily, pushing back the plastic green curtain that separates the bath from the rest of the room so that she can get to the taps as she speaks. "No, I've put you in a bath."
"A bath?" Grace echoes the alien word, brows furrowing with the same kind of unknown curiosity that Hannah has seen on young children. "Bath? What is that?"
"It's a place for washing yourself," she finally manages to twist the stiff faucet and the pipes gurgle, grumbling angrily for a second before a trickle of warm water comes from the tap with an aching groan.
Grace startles her tail away in surprise, staring at the water in alarm and she turns to look at Hannah in consternation as she wedges in the plug, scrambling as far away in the tub as she can. "What is that?"
"Water?" It comes out as almost a question and Hannah twists the tap a bit further so that the trickle turns to a torrent and Grace lets out a small squeak at the sudden noise. "Hey, it's okay." She wriggles her fingers beneath the stream for a second in demonstration before looking back to Grace, who is, to her surprise, baring her small fangs at the strange contraption. "Really Grace, it's fine."
"Where did it come from?" Grace asks finally, as the water trickles up the bath, surrounding her.
"Oh um... they pump it here, through long pipes. And then the heater makes it warm, is it okay warm?"
"... Yeah," Grace scoops up a small handful and sweeps it up over the bare skin of her arms, shoulders and neck and Hannah is startled to see a shiver of delight run through her. "God, yes. It's wonderful."
"Great," she smiles, levering herself up and Grace's eyes watch her carefully, even as she begins to uncurl herself in the tub, stretching her tail over the side, the large fin hanging over the edge of the tub as she lets out a soft sigh of contentment.
"I'm just going to lock the door," Hannah takes an edging step out of the room and Grace watches her go for a second, chewing nervously on her lower lip before nodding once. Hannah hurries to make it to the door, but once it's shut she pauses, eyes roaming the house for a second. She gathers up a few of the crimson cushions from the couch before stepping back into the bathroom, flicking on the light above them to reveal Grace more clearly. The mermaid blinks at the brightness and Hannah realises abruptly that the tub is close to overflowing, so she drops the cushions by the bath and reaches over to quickly turn off the taps, smiling back at Grace when she grumbles.
"I was enjoying that."
"I'll get you some more when it goes cold," she promises and Grace relinquishes a smile, settling back in the tub with a long, contented breath.
"This is nice. Do humans live like this?"
"Not... always," Hannah's eyes crinkle a little at the corners as she piles up the cushions beside the bath to kneel on, leaning against the edge of the bath as she watches Grace trail her hands happily through the water. "We use these to get clean."
"Why? Are you particularly dirty?"
Hannah lets out a laugh at her words, biting it back when Grace frowns at her. "No, I don't think so. We just use things that smell nice to get rid of the germs and the sweat and stuff."
"You mean like flowers?" Grace's eyes land on the vase of sweet peas, wilting on Hannah's bathroom cabinet and she raises an eyebrow, sceptical again. "You don't seem to be taking very good care of yours."
"Um, no." She finds herself flushing, despite how ridiculous Grace sounds and reaches across her to distract her, grabbing one of the large bottles of bubble bath propped on the other side of the bath, wedged precariously on a shelf far too small for it.
"What is that?" Grace reaches out and Hannah lets her feel the edge of the bottle for a second before pulling it away.
"Cup your hands," she instructs and Grace eyes her curiously for a moment, before slowly bringing her hand together, palms curled into gentle dips and in that moment she looks so like a child, so innocent and different from the person Hannah has come to know that Hannah can't help but stare at her for a second. Grace clears her throat, clearly impatient and meets her eyes. She flushes at having been caught staring and hurries with nervous fingers to open the bottle, tipping it upside down to pour out the thick, sticky peach liquid into Grace's hands.
"Keep them together," she warns, when Grace makes a face and Grace nods slowly, bringing her hands closer to her face to sniff carefully.
"It smells nice," she admits reluctantly and Hannah begins to smile, until she sticks out her tongue leaning in to lick it and she lets out a yell, yanking her back.
"No! No, don't eat it Grace."
"Why?" Grace wrinkles her nose, uncertainly, but drops her hands anyway.
"Here, let it go into the water," Hannah instructs, watching as Grace does as she says and then reaching a hand over to whip up the water, a frenzy of bubbles rising to the surface, to Grace's gasp of delight.
"That's what it's for." She explains and with gentle coaxing, helps Grace to swish her hands around her and eventually the girl wriggles her tail as well, creating a mountain of bubbles, building high and letting water splash over the edge of the bathtub and onto the linoleum floor, soaking the front of Hannah's vest.
"But why?" Grace asks again, scooping her fingers through the bubbles and Hannah cups them with her hands as she speaks.
"Because they help you get clean... and they're fun." She blows into her hands and sends bubbles flying at Grace, who squeals happily, batting them away and grasping her fingers through her own bubbles to dump unceremoniously on Hannah's head.
"Hey!"
Grace giggles and thus begins the strangest bubble bath fight that Hannah has ever participated in, one that ends with both parties breathless and laughing and bubbles all over the floor. Hannah can feel the bubbles sliding down her neck from where the beard Grace created is slowly slipping away and she when she turns to look, Grace's giggling face is topped by a foaming mountain of white. Grace seems to sense her gaze and twists to look, meeting her eyes with an impish grin that has Hannah leaning in closer, resting her elbow against the edge of the bath until their faces as so close she can feel Grace's breath against her cheek.
"I'm going to kiss you now," she whispers, gently and when deep red lips turn up widely at the suggestion, Hannah feels something she doesn't want to think about stir up in the bottom of her stomach.
She leans over, resting her weight against the tub, bringing their lips closer until suddenly her elbow slips against the soap suds that still remain and she topples headfirst, her shoulders and head collapsing against Grace's stomach, barely missing her breasts and she is left breathless and spluttering as gales of laughter sound from above her.
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An hour later, she's still sat by the tub. Bowls filled with remnants of ice cream and chocolate pudding sit beside her and Grace is lounging back in the water. Her hair is washed, smooth and sleek and falling in long, dark waves around her and she looks almost drowsy.
"Are you feeling okay?" Hannah asks, softly, unwilling to break the easy silence that has settled between them. "Not sick or anything? Do you need medicine?"
"No," Grace smiles at her tiredly, reaching out a wet hand to touch her cheek affectionately, but briefly. "I told you I'm over the worst of it."
"Okay," Hannah brings up a hand to chew on her nails a little nervously and the silence settles between them again until a sudden crash of thunder rips through the air and she jolts, sitting bolt upright as her whole body tenses.
"Easy," Grace reaches out again, trailing a hand up her back to rub gently. "It's a lot louder above the surface."
"Yeah?" Hannah smiles weakly, shuddering a little when a flash of lightning sparks through the room, casting long shadows. "Sorry I just- I really hate storms."
"I'm not that keen on them myself," Grace's smile is soft and sympathetic. "Why do you hate them so much?"
"The sound of the waves, the thunder..." She trails off a little helplessly to shrug. "When I was a kid I lived near the ocean and I always woke up when there was a storm. One night it was really bad and..." She shrugs, curling further in on herself. "My dad never came back."
"Oh, Hannah," Grace's voice is quiet and heartbroken and Hannah shakes her head, wiping hastily at eyes glazed with tears.
"It was ages ago. I'm fine now-" A crash of thunder cuts through her away and she startles upwards, veering into the bathtub, where Grace wraps an arm around her shoulder and squeezes softly, pulling her close to wet skin.
"Hey, I have an idea, why don't you get in here with me?" Grace's suggestion is murmured in her ear and she blinks in surprise, eyes going down to the water before she raises her gaze slowly to Grace's again and nods.
"Yeah, okay," she smiles weakly and reaches over to top the bath up with warm water again, replacing the water that had been lost in their bubble bath fight and warming the temperature again before stepping hesitantly away.
Grace is watching her expectantly and she chews on her lip for a second, nervously, before shifting her light blue shorts down, letting them edge down her legs and fall into a heap on the ground as she steps carefully away. She feels a pang of regret that she didn't wear more elegant, sexy panties, rather than the plain black ones she has on today, but she doesn't stop to think about it as she raises her shirt over her head, exposing the white bandeau she has on. There's a second's hesitation as Grace observes her calmly, arms resting against the tub now, and chin on her hands, watching as Hannah crosses to turn off the tap again and then, glancing at Grace uncertainly, pulls her arms around and tugs the bandeau off, exposing her breasts. There's a moment of silence as Grace tilts her head to one side curiously, smiling faintly.
"They're like mine," she says finally, smile widening.
"Y-You like them?" She feels ridiculously caught, as if her feet are stuck to the old linoleum, pulling her back from the bathtub until Grace nods thoughtfully.
"Yes. They're small..." Her eyes travel up to Hannah's face and the smile that plucks her lips upwards, like the tentative fingers of an amateur harp player, is breathtakingly tender. "They suit you."
"Thanks," she murmurs, feeling heat rush to her cheeks and Grace shifts herself forwards invitingly, waiting until Hannah is finally able to move across the bathroom floor and slip tentatively into the warm water behind her, arms snaking around her waist automatically as her legs go to either side of her and she's abruptly glad she has her panties on.
"This is nice," Grace leans back a little and tilts her head to look at Hannah, placing a kiss to the side of her head almost as an afterthought. "I like being this close to you."
"Really?"
"Yeah," soft lips travel up her jaw to kiss and nip at the skin just below her ear and she shivers just a little, giggling before Grace pulls away and asks, softly. "Hey, can I ask you something?"
"You just did," she teases, but when Grace seems neither impressed nor amused, she adds. "But sure, anything."
"Why did you come to live by the sea? If you hate it so much?"
"Oh," the question stuns her a little and she swallows, wrapping her arms a little tighter around Grace's waist and burying her face in the crook of her shoulder as she says, slowly. "Um, I had a bad break up, right after I finished university. I wanted to get away from it all, so I rented this place for six months. An escape."
"It was that bad?" Grace's nose wrinkles adorably again. "To drive you back to somewhere you hated?"
"I guess," her voice chokes a little and she clears her throat, lifting her face but still not meeting Grace's eyes. "She decided to call it off. I was... in love with her." She laughs weakly, risking a glance towards Grace, who is gazing at her pensively. "Pretty dumb in hindsight, but I never would have met you otherwise."
"True," Grace purses her lips and pulls Hannah's chin, turning her to face her. "That girl was a fool."
As their lips meet in what feels like an inevitability, Hannah smiles just a little. Even though her hands are curling into wet hair and the palm on her cheek is rough and her legs are wrapped around smooth, scaly muscle, she thinks that maybe nowhere and no one has ever felt so right before.
Even if there are bubbles all over her bathroom.
I had a lot of fun with this one. Too much fun. It was awesome. Thanks Sharky for the inspiration, you peach you. Leave me a message with your thoughts and feelings on this one, or just like or reblog!
Do you have friends on tumblr? If so who are they, and how did you become friends with each of them
letusneverspeakofthis aka Ruth and I talked about that one fic while she was posting it and I had called what was going to happen before it happened and then we became friends. Also, people are convinced we are dating. #kavins
bcshark aka Marissa and I chatted here and there and then we messaged each other off tumblr via KIK.
didyoustealmytoaster aka Stasia and I actually talked via my personal for a while (then I tagged her in that six selfie tag thing and she found out I had this blog too) about random things like pint sized adults and flying cars then I FORCED her to get a KIK.
dontlovemelikexo aka Jenna and I started talking because I made a post about liking her critiques of things I was reading and her enthusiasm that went with it. Then we started talking and then I also FORCED her to get a KIK.
onemilliongoldstars aka Miss Ray and I started talking….I don’t really remember when…it was here and there BUT we talk! I did not have to force her to get a KIK.
(There is a three way ship name: #millionguyzlikexo for Jenna, Ray and me)
effyeffa aka Effy and I talk because I can’t get over her face doing that thing. Also, she’s a sweet human and has a way with words and I just want her to be my friend and hi……
hellohelbig aka Christina and I talk here and there whenever there was something to talk about. Or even when there wasn't anything to talk about. Guys, she's super smart and I love her words...how can one NOT be her friend? #moonlight (don't think I have forgotten Christina....)
wiredright aka Alyssa (even though she’s no longer using that side blog I don’t want to link her personal) and I started talking via my personal as well and she had a great reaction when she found out this was my blog as well. We text now….we have reached that stage. Her text tone is Tina’s groan from Bob’s Burgers by request. Lol!
I also talk to these fellow humans on a sort of regular basis and would consider them in friends territory and we just started talking randomly: yotoob, lovelystars397, leconny, heckaharto, sarzc16, isilagdur, bottledoxygen, iloveyouinchinese and some others on my personal who don’t know I have this particular blog. (o:
Just start talking to people, if you click in any sort of way then great! If you don’t then no big deal, you’ll find someone who does click with you.
