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Cleo stands knee deep in the water. She has walked quite a distance first away from the town where her ship and crew have docked and now from the stone shore. It’s nearing evening with the sun setting slowly. They look into the distance of the deep blue before them, trying to spot a movement, a wave in the water. But she’s unsuccessful, so they just decide to wait a little longer. Really she’ll stay here however long it takes her lover to get here. It’s been seven months for the two of them. Seven months since they decided upon this coral reef to be their meeting place. Seven months since the two of them talked at all. And she has been missing her all these months.
Cleo thinks it’s beautiful here. A coral reef surrounded by a stony coast which is kept away from the nearby humans by the lush thick forest. False always did a good job finding a secretive spot for the two of them. Underneath the surface of water they can feel the seaweed and little fishes around her legs, unafraid, as if she were just a part of a colourful coral decorum. It was kind of hard to find herself a smooth stone here and not get too deep. It’s really quite a thing to be an undead pirate when any wrong movement will sink you down like an anchor. And from then on you have nothing but to stay there forever and be scavenged for food.
- Hey Cleo. - Sudden familiar voice breaks Cleo off of her thoughts. She’s suddenly more aware of a much bigger fish near her leg.
- God! Give girl a warning next time, - they look down, feeling smile on her own face grow.
False giggles, bearing her sharp teeth, blue eyes focusing on their reaction. Blond hair sticking to the sides of her face. She’s beautiful, to Cleo she is.
- Sorry
False raises her body more out of the water. She’s reaching for the support to properly hug them, to lean against each other’s bodies at least, so False can wrap her arms around Cleo’s neck and they can just stay like that for some time. She wraps her hands around False’s waist and clings to her, soaking her shirt and pants. Hopefully she won’t get back to her crew completely drenched like the last time they saw each other. She can feel False’s tail wrap around her legs tightly, they can feel the warmth of her body and the coldness of the tail. Cleo just leans her head against her lovers shoulder and closes her eyes. They love False. It’s a strange feeling, to love something that could so easily sink you down. But False would never do that, Cleo knows that for sure, because they’ve been together so deep below the light barely touched them and False has never let Cleo go down, she has never let go off her, she has always led them back up to the surface. False knows Cleo is afraid of sinking.
- You’re thinking too much , - They hear.
- Sorry.
False gently pushes Cleo’s shoulder so she can properly have a look at her. She cups their cheek and Cleo can see blonde‘s eyes dart lower. Cleo also looks False down. They would be blushing if they could. There are a couple new gashes near stomach area and arms, probably from a harpoon, part of living near a fisherman town where ships often dock, Cleo knows, she has been told that. She looks back at False‘s face, she’s smiling fondly, gripping at the collar of their shirt as if she’s going to tear it off. It’s always nice to know that there’s someone who’ll admire your body even if you’re a walking corpse.
- Like what you’re seeing? - Cleo asks, slyly, a wide grin spreading across her face. False immediately looks up at her, all giddy and bright.
- Shut up, you… - She says before pulling Cleo‘s face closer and bringing their lips together.
It’s passionate and they’re both chuckling stupidly as they kiss. And then False‘s grip at Cleo‘s collar forces her to bend lower and lower and the tail around her legs is pushing her towards. And Cleo follows False, they make a step and lean forward to trace touch the woman’s lips some more, their hands hopelessly trying to grip at her wet hair or waist so she stops slipping away but False just keeps leading both of them deeper and deeper. Effortlessly she’s moving them further away from the coast, Cleo knows it’s part of False’s nature, to lure in and eat away at their victim and Cleo knows that’s exactly what’s playing in her mind right now. False has waited to devour and Cleo has waited to do the same. It’s love to them she thinks and grins at her lover as the surface is no longer there underneath her feet.
False keeps Cleo steady by her side as they kiss and touch relentlessly. Deep in the waters, where Cleo can’t touch the floor and they‘re alone, making it up for months of separation. Laughing as False whispers something dumb romantically into her ear. Cleo tries to retort something back, but as the only thing that comes out are bubbles of air she just claims False‘s lips again, they can talk later, when they’ll be back at the shore. Right now it’s just them together, the pressure pressing Cleo into halt of the ocean and moonlight obscured and reflected by water.