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Spots enter my vision, and everything around me was a blurry haze. It’s so cold. I need to breathe; I need to get to the surface, but I can’t. Not yet.
My vision narrows into pinpoints of light, and in one moment, I remember my parents. A true memory, not something I imagine while looking at old photo albums. They were scared.
I reach for them, but the darkness takes them. It will take me, too, I’m convinced of it, when a warm touch envelopes me. I gasp in shock before realizing I shouldn’t be able to breathe underwater. Blue tendrils surround me until I’m cocooned in an iridescent glow.
I wonder if the oil slick creature can see me now.
* * *
Between the space of breaths,I find myself in a dark room.
Lips as light as rose petals graze against my eyelids and then my cheeks.
Not dark. My eyes are closed, and I'm dreaming. It usually takes a moment before my mind settles into my link with Minato.
My lips stretch into a smile as sweet kisses land on the corners of my mouth. "Your aim can improve."
The answering chuckle makes my pulse race. "Oh look who knows so much. Perhaps myaimlanded exactly where I wanted it to." To make his point, he nuzzles just under my chin, blowing raspberries where my neck meets my shoulder.
I shriek with laughter. "Not fair when I can't fight back!"
"I thought we agreed last time that all is fair in love and war. Wasn't that your argument when you were the one winning our last game?"
My eyes finally flutter open. I drink in the sight of my adoring Neresian mate. His blue eyes glow like his bioluminescent tentacles. I can get lost in them. "I don't think I should be held accountable for what I say in times of torture."
He throws his head back and laughs. The cords of his muscular neck and chest ripples beneath his skin. From the waist up, he can pass for a man--albeit, a really tall and muscular one who has trained his life in warfare.
From the waist down, however...instead of two human legs, Minato has eight muscular limbs each nearly as long as me. They are similar to tentacles except they have suckers along they're length.
And, he has aspecialappendage that I cannot wait to experience in the flesh. For now, we need to satisfy ourselves in our shared bond space.
"Torture? You don't know the meaning of the word." He scoops me up and rolls me in his arms. We swirl together in cocoon of bubbles until I laugh so hard my stomach aches.
He settles me across his body, a heavy hand resting on my back while I lay across his torso. I reach out to stroke his smaller tentacles that grow from his head. They're so fine, they're like hair. They tease my fingers, curling around my wrists.
"How long are you staying this time?" I know my question breaks the spell of peace and light between us, but I have to ask it nonetheless. I hate having something lingering in the back of my mind.
He takes his time answering me, but the way he holds me tighter against his body, the way his lower limbs curl around my legs possessively tells me that the answer is not long.
"Soon, we will be together," he says. "When it's safe--"
I place gentle fingers over his lips. "Remember our deal? No shop talk. You don't need to talk about the war, and I won't talk about my family's crazy schemes. Just us when we're here."
"As you wish." He grasps my hand and kisses each fingertip, sucking a little when he does. The pressure pulls on all my nerve endings, sending direct lightning bolts between my legs.
I squirm against him just from the little bit of playfulness. That was likely his goal all along. Two can play this game.
I unfurl a little tentacle around my wrist, and suck the little tip into my mouth. I trace each of the little suckers on the end with my tongue.
A building purr builds up in his chest, rumbling louder as I move on to another tentacle. Then another.
I lock gazes with him as I place one on my nipple. It feels like tiny little mouths suck on me at the same time. I gasp at the sensations.
Minato growls at my play and seizes my hips in both of his powerful hands. "You win," he says, and grinds me against his body, his lips crushing against mine in a claiming kiss.
Yes, this was what I want. What I need. Him claiming and possessing me. Needing me.
Here, I'm important to him.
