Female selkie x female reader (nsfw) - 1st Mermay Story (Patreon)

Here's the first of the nine MerMay stories I've got planned for you! They'll all (except the monthly story) be released on Tumblr after they've been up here, but as always, you folks get to see them first! 

This one is set in Starfall Springs, and features a curvy female selkie and a female reader. Hope you enjoy! And Happy MerMay!

“Oh my god,” you hissed as you caught sight of the most adorable and beautiful girl walking along the quayside. 

“Honey… not everyone is going to be interested in you,” your best friend hissed at you, giggling softly. 

You returned her look with one of your own, and continued to watch the beautiful young woman as she left the collection of fishermen’s huts on the quayside and headed along the stone wall of the harbour towards the main town of Starfall Springs behind. She was curvy and sumptuous, wearing a pink, floaty skirt, and a cloudy-grey, fluffy cardigan, buttoned up over her large chest. She had her dark hair tied back in a soft, loose bun at the base of her neck, and the sections of her side fringe caught in the breeze and wafted softly in a way that made you think of being close and fingertips touching, and soft, sweet kisses…  

You turned back and realised that Kate was looking at you with one eyebrow slightly raised. You snorted and turned to go. “Come on, we’ve still got the local museum to visit before it closes.”

The museum was attached to the local library, and functioned as an art gallery as much as a social history of the Starfall Springs area, featuring ploughs and tools from the previous few centuries, as well as some prehistoric items, with some natural history thrown in too. It told the story of how the town had grown up around the fishing port initially, and how in the latter centuries the Silkfoot family had moved into the hall on the cliffs above the springs themselves, and with the injection of the gentry and the financial support, it had grown to become a prosperous trading town. 

The area around the town had sunny, rich slopes, perfect for growing vines and nurturing orchards, and as much as you were keen to sample the local wine, beer, and cider, it was the sea that you had always found the real draw to the area. With memories of childhood holidays spent rock-pooling and sandcastle-building, you knew it’d be the perfect place to go with your best friend. Kate had needed a break form her life for a good week or so, you had suggested returning to the area with her. 

As you finished your tour of the museum, you stepped back out into the warm evening air, lush with the scent of jasmine and lilac, and looped your arm through Kate’s. Her body was hard and lean, every bit the tomboy she loved being, and she hugged you close for a moment. 

“Thank you, lovely,” she said. “I needed this.”

“How’d you feel about grabbing fish and chips on the quayside instead of going to a restaurant?”

She thought about it for about half a second before the grin spread across her face. “Fuck yeah,” she said. “That sounds amazing.”

With a grin, you set off back down the broad, main street of towards the harbour. The sun was just beginning to think about sinking into the steadily shifting sea, and on that lazy summer afternoon, you felt a sense of glorious freedom. You had a fortnight off work, you had your best friend here with you, and you felt like nothing could bring you down. 

Until you left the chippy with a bag of chips and a steaming hot battered haddock wrapped in paper in your hands, and saw the beautiful girl you’d spotted earlier sitting on a wall, sobbing. A large woman had clearly just been speaking with her, and judging by the similarity in hair-colour and build, something told you it was her mother.

Your heart lurched at the obvious depths of the young woman’s misery and distress. 

“Kate…” you murmured. 

She knew you well enough to know that your concern ran deeper than getting into her pants. “Here,” she said, stretching out her hand and offering to hold your food while you jogged over to check on her. 

As you approached, she looked up. She had mascara smudged under her eyes, and her cheeks were pink and blotchy, but you’d never seen anyone so beautiful in your whole life. She just looked so sad and your heart went out to her. 

“Hey,” you smiled softly. “Look, I don’t mean to intrude, and if I’m overstepping, just say so, but… can I help at all? Are you alright?”

She sniffed and tried out a watery smile for size. It seemed to stick, at least for now, and she wiped her nose on the back of her hand, sniffling. “Ugh, no, it’s fine, thank you,” she said. “It’s just… family stuff. It’s fine. I’m ok. Thanks…”

“If you’re sure…” you said. “Here,” and you dug a clean paper tissue out from your bag for her. 

She took it gratefully and wiped her eyes. “Thanks,” she said. 

“You missed a bit,” you said gently when she’d finished, bringing your little finger just below your own eye to show her where the remaining smudge was. 

“I knew I should have bought waterproof mascara,” she chuckled as she fixed it. “Thanks. You don’t sound like you’re from here… You’re on holiday?”

You nodded. 

“With… your girlfriend?” she asked, more hesitantly, as though afraid of causing offence. 

You glanced back at Kate, still standing on the other side of the road, awkwardly trying to eat a chip out of the bag in her hand while still holding your food in her other and looking somewhat comical in the process. “No,” you chuckled. “She’s my best friend. No girlfriends for me at the moment, sadly, though not for lack of trying…” you laughed awkwardly and turned back to her and found her tilting her head slightly in a frankly adorable and curious manner.

Her eyes were the darkest, richest, chocolate brown, and so big and beautiful that you found yourself almost unable to wrench your gaze away from them as you stood in front of her. You also missed the beginning of what she was saying because you were so captivated by them. 

“… wanted to come and join me tonight? It’s a really nice place, and not many tourists know about it…”

“I…” you faltered. “I’m sorry, I…”

“It’s ok,” she said, her full and beautiful lips trying to smile, though it was obvious that she thought you’d just kicked her when she was down. 

“No!” you practically barked, flushing hot with embarrassment and flapping your hands. “No, I mean I’m sorry, I missed what you said at the start… I’m such a dipshit. Sorry…”

She laughed then, her slightly bloodshot eyes sparkling, and you found your own face mirroring her brightening expression. “Oh,” she giggled. “Well, I asked if you might fancy joining me at a local bar tonight. It’s called the Siren’s Song, and it’s just down on the other side of the fishermen’s houses, that way.” She pointed and you followed the gesture before returning your eyes to her face. 

“I’d love to.” 

“I’m Bess, by the way,” she said, and you replied with your name. “And thanks for the tissue,” she added with a wry smirk. “I really didn’t want to walk around looking like a panda…”

“I think you'd make a cute panda, but I understand,” you grinned back. “I’ll see you there at, what, seven?”

“Sure,” she said. “Perfect.” And with a little sniff, as if gathering her dignity back into herself, she stood, brushed down her adorable pink skirt, and smiled up at you. She was shorter than you, and damn if she wasn’t the cutest thing you’d ever seen. 

Trying to keep all your feelings in check, you held out your hand with a playful smile and said, “See you later then, Bess.”

She shook your hand, the touch of her warm, smooth palm against yours sending the kind of thrill right through you that you’d not felt in months, and she tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear and took her leave. 

Kate, having somehow managed to finish most of her own food, came over to join you a moment later as you sank down onto the wall, knees going weak all of a sudden, and she handed you your fish. “Your food’s cold, Romeo,” she quipped. 

“Ah, the Mercutio to my Romeo,” you fired back. “Thanks. So… you up for going to a bar tonight?”

“I’m gonna be third wheel, aren’t I?” she said flatly, plonking down onto the wall and stealing a chip from your little stash. 

“Oi!” 

She raised an eyebrow at you. “There’d better be someone cute there for me too, you know…” she said, and you knew she’d just agreed to come with you.

Bess was already there when the two of you finally found the place later that night. You’d gone back to the hostel where you were staying, had promptly had a proper panic over not having anything ‘nice’ enough to wear, had been sworn at with deep affection by Kate, and had then been dressed by her and shoved out of the door at five past seven. “She’ll think you’re not coming, you arsehole. Get moving.”

It had taken another fifteen minutes to find the bar. Outside, under the sign which bore a beautiful male sitting on a rock, his tawny wings outstretched artistically behind him, his lips parted in a silent song. You didn’t have time to appreciate the skill of the painter who’d created the sign, however, because you barged inside and found yourself face to face - well, face to mid-chest - with an orc.

“Sorry,” she laughed. “Didn’t see you down there. Don’t tend to get many humans.” Kate stepped up beside you, almost defensively, and the orc’s interest was clearly piqued. She inhaled ostentatiously and grinned, “Your guard dog?”

Kate growled softly and you stepped between them. Smiling awkwardly you said, “I’m… I’m meeting someone here.”

“Oh!” and the orc turned to look back over her huge, muscular shoulder and there, sitting anxiously at the bar, you saw Bess. 

The line of tension that was your spine felt like it had been cut when you saw her. She wore a knee-length forget-me-not blue dress and a slightly darker blue cardigan over her shoulders, and her dark hair now feel freely to brush against her shoulders. But it was those eyes that held you, even at that distance.

The orc stepped back to let you in, and you just about caught the glances that she and Kate exchanged beside you. Kate rolled her eyes, and the orc laughed. Before you knew what was happening, they disappeared off to the bar to get drinks of their own, so you walked slowly and shyly over to Bess alone. 

“Hi,” you said. “Sorry I’m late.”

“I should have told you where to find it…” she said. “Did you get lost?”

“A bit,” you admitted. “Plus, I took longer than usual to get ready.”

She let her brows crinkle a little into a curious frown, but you shook your head, blushing. 

“Can I get you a drink to make up for it?” you asked instead.

The interior of the bar was gorgeous, with scrubbed wooden floors and driftwood-framed paintings of the sea in various moods on the wall, all illuminated by the soft glow of bulbs which imitated the warmth of oil lamps in their vintage, brass fixtures. The music was folky and formed a gentle, lulling background to the chatter of the local patrons. 

Bess accepted your offer, and the two of you sat at the bar on high, comfortable stools and began to chat about this and that. Bess was a painter, and made her living selling her art in the gallery in the town, and to a few buyers around the country. You asked her more about her work, and she began to open up to you. It was beautiful to watch her slough off the outer layer of protective shyness and become vivacious and animated the more she talked about her seascapes and coastal drawings. 

You ordered another drink by the time she’d exhausted herself answering your questions, and then as the drinks arrived, she began to question you in return. 

The gnoll who served you had piercings in her ears and a ripped, red bandanna around her neck, and she was missing three fingers on her right hand. Something about her made you wary of her, and that didn't go away when she showed all her teeth in a wide, white grin. 

“Don’t mind her,” Bess laughed, placing her warm hand on your arm and making your brain sputter for a moment. “Come on, you were telling me about the city.”

“I still can’t believe you’ve never been,” you said. “I mean, it’s not that far on the train.”

Her eyes darkened slightly and she stared into her beer. “My family is… a close knit one. It’s not that they won’t let me go, but… they worry that I’d be taken advantage of there. They want me to settle down with a nice partner and be safe here, you know?” She played with a strand of hair. “That’s what got me so upset earlier. I feel like they’re taking my choices away by caring too much.”

“I get it,” you said gently. “Killing you with kindness… And yeah, ok, there’s always a risk in the city, but you’re clearly not stupid,” you said. “Listen, let me give you my number, and if ever you do decide you want to come, then at least you’ll know someone already, and have a point of contact.”

Bess’ face lit up at that, and she laughed. “Alright, thank you.”

You’d just exchanged numbers when the door opened with a chilly gust of night air and she looked around and groaned when she saw who it was. Three men entered, laughing and shoving each other jovially. One looked rather like her, but maybe a year or so older, with hints of silver in the chocolate brown hair around his temples. The softness of his body belied the obvious strength he had, evident as one of his friends shoved the third member of their group hard, and the big one caught him easily by the waist as he staggered and almost fell to the floor, and set on his feet again with no effort at all. 

“Friends of yours?” you asked. 

“The big one is my brother, Derek, and those are his best friends Ronan and Connor.” She nodded at each in turn, revealing that Ronan was the loud, playful one doing the shoving, and Connor was the tall, slender, wiry one who had nearly been sent flying across the bar. The latter was also clearly three sheets to the wind already, his pale cheeks flushed and his dark eyes glassy and unfocused. 

The moment he spotted you, Derek took one look at Bess and you sitting there and grinned broadly. He slapped Ronan on the back and left Connor in his care, and strode over. “S’up, Kiddo?” he said by way of greeting his sister. “Who’s this?”

You introduced yourself, and he eyed you up and down quite obviously before saying, “You’re just passing through, I take it?”

“Derek,” Bess scolded him. “Please, just leave us be. We’re just sharing a drink, that’s all. Thank you, but… I was actually enjoying my evening.”

His dark eyes narrowed, but he nodded curtly and left. 

“Wow, you weren’t kidding, huh?” you hissed as you took a sip of your drink and watched him go over the rim of the glass. 

She smiled. “He means no harm. I wish… I wish I could explain it more, but honestly, just ignore him.”

The boys disappeared to a corner and it soon became obvious that they were there to distract Connor from something. 

“Yeah,” Bess sighed when you mentioned it. “He had a really nasty break up with a guy about a week ago. He’s still hurting badly, and he won’t talk about it.” She tutted and said casually, “Merfolk. What do you expect…”

You nearly spat your drink out in surprise and barely managed to keep from coughing it everywhere. “I’m sorry,” you said. “But he’s…? He’s got legs!” Admittedly your knowledge of non-humans wasn’t exactly extensive, but still, that came as a real surprise. 

Bess seemed to be watching you closely, as if trying to gauge your reaction to her next words very closely. “Connor is merfolk,” she said. “He’s one of the rarer shifters who can shift at will. Most of his kind can only do it a few times before it takes its toll on the body and they can’t do it any more. His clan is one of the brackish folk who live in the river estuary. I guess they’ve evolved to make the most of the land and the sea…”

“That’s so cool,” you said, feeling the heat of your drink now starting to pool in your stomach. You hoped it would lend you confidence in talking to this gorgeous woman without removing all of the social filters between your brain and your mouth. 

“What do you mean?” she asked softly, dark eyes shining in the soft lights of the bar. 

Watching her lips move around the question suddenly made you want to kiss her. Instead, you cleared your throat and said, “I’d love to be able to walk around on land and then walk into the sea and swim like that. I mean, I got my medals and shit at school, but I’m not exactly going to plough off into open water, and I can’t hold my breath for shit. I’ve always loved swimming though. It’d be nice to be able to do it… you know… properly. Be free like that.”

Bess’ smile dawned prettily across her face but she didn’t say anything for a while. “You don’t get many opportunities to swim in the city I suppose,” she said. “It’s a long way from the sea.”

You nodded. “I always loved coming here as a kid. We used to stay in a holiday cabin by the cove, along the coast up that way,” you said, gesticulating in a vague direction that you hoped was right.

“I know the place.”

“And every year I’d be the first one in the water and it was always way too cold, but my fingers would go blue before my parents dragged me out…” Bess laughed softly, almost fondly, at the image, and you drank deeply on your beer. 

A moment later glanced idly around to see where Kate was. You snorted when you saw that she and the orc were kissing. 

“That didn’t take long,” you said. “I knew she was Kate’s type the moment I crashed into her at the door and she made Kate growl.”

Bess blushed when she followed your gaze and saw that Kate had her arm wrapped around the orc’s thick neck for better purchase as they kissed fiercely in a corner. “I wouldn’t mind having that kind of confidence,” she murmured. 

“Come on,” you said, seeing that she’d finished her drink and grabbing her hand. “Let’s get out of here. I want to walk along the harbour for a bit. I need some fresh air.” As you slid off the bar stool, you caught sight of the name signed on the bottom right corner of the nearest painting, and grinned. Of course. 

She giggled at your sudden playfulness, and the pair of you slipped out of the bar. As you left, you caught Derek’s eye and he nodded once at you. Approval? Warning? Whatever it was, it was soon forgotten as Bess squeezed your fingers and opened the door to the night air. 

You stayed hand in hand as you walked along with her, letting her take you along with her. She led you to the end of the curving harbour wall and paused there, staring at the moonlight on the waves. The steady inhale-exhale of the ocean’s water on the shore lulled you both into silence for a long time. 

“I’m glad you came back here to Starfall Springs,” she said softly, squeezing your fingers. “Thank you for tonight. I… I had fun.”

“You sound like it’s over,” you said. “It doesn’t have to be.”

But you could see her retreating into herself, and something twisted inside you. Your evening was not going to end the way Kate’s was.

“Bess?”

“I… I should get going,” she said, sending your heart plummeting to your boots. “But… thank you.”

“Is everything alright? Was I too forward?”

The sea breeze caught a strand or two of her dark hair and it blew across her face like kelp in a current. You fought the urge to tuck it back behind her ear, and instead watched as she did it herself. “It’s…” she began, “It’s all more than alright. I’m just… I’m not like your friend Kate… or Sasza, the orc. I can’t just throw myself into something. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to lead you on.”

“Hey, it’s ok. I had a great time tonight. We don’t need to go faster or further than you want to. I came here for Kate, and I’m glad she’s having a good time. I didn’t expect to make a new friend, so everything with you has been a bonus. Would I like to kiss you? Yes, very much, but not if it’s not something you want.”

“Thank you,” she said again, turning her gaze out to sea. “Thank you. And… I’d like it if we kept in touch, but I’d understand if you don’t want to now.”

“Bess, I’d love to. You’re sweet and funny and articulate, and I can’t believe you didn’t tell me that you painted most of the artwork on the walls in that bar!”

At that she flushed and laughed shyly. 

“You’re amazing!” 

“I’m… It’s how I make a living, so…” 

“Listen, let’s keep in touch, and if you ever come to the city, feel free to text me or call me. I’d love to meet up and show you round. There’s no sea there, but there’s plenty of other stuff to keep your mind off that…”

The moon glistened in her huge dark eyes as she looked up at you and you could see her pulse thrumming in her neck. She swallowed and then whispered your name. Her full lips parted slightly and you knew what she wanted but didn’t have the courage to say. 

You brought your fingers tentatively to her soft jaw and then glided over the contours of her smiling cheeks. “Are you sure?” you asked. 

She nodded. “Please.”

You smiled, and then you kissed her. 

She barely responded for a moment, but at the tentative brush of your lips against hers, she softened, relaxed a little. 

Her fingertips found their way to your waist and she held herself steady while you kissed her slowly. You didn’t deepen the kiss, taking nothing from her that she wasn’t ready to give. 

In what felt like mere seconds, it was over, and she stepped back, blushing and smiling as she turned away. “Thank you,” she mumbled. 

“Hey, before you go,” you said and she paused on the point of her embarrassed departure. Her eyes were alive and shining, her cheeks rosy, and the smile she gave you made your insides turn to a million butterflies. 

“Yes?”

“Thank you. I won’t ever forget you, Bess.”

And you didn’t. 

You stayed in touch with her when you went back to the city, and within a fortnight you were texting each other almost all day, every day. There were periods when she went quiet, but she explained those as times when she was working or out getting inspiration for her next painting. She sent you glorious photos of the sea, some of which were taken on days when you would much rather have been tucked up inside with hot drink and a roaring fire, and every now and again, you got a cute selfie from her too. Your favourite was one of her in her painting overalls, with a dab of blueish-white acrylic on her cheek, and her hair tied up in twin buns at the back of her head, almost like mouse ears. 

You thought you’d shared pretty much all there was to know about each other, until one afternoon in late autumn she dropped you a message that read, ‘hey, so I need to talk to you and tell you something. Is it ok if I call you tonight?’

‘Call me any time you like,’ you replied. ‘I’m not working today.’

‘Now?’

‘Now’s good,’ you texted back, heart clanging in your ears. You weren’t good with ‘I need to tell you something’…

You didn’t have time to ponder, because a second later, your phone rang and that adorable picture of her flashed up on the screen. “Hey,” you said, hoping you’d imagined the tremor in your voice. “What’s up?”

“Hi,” came the answer, and it was immediately apparent that she was very nervous. “So… um… I realise that I should have told you something a long time ago, but I’m not sure how to say it.”

“Wait, don’t tell me - you’re gay,” you blurted out, instantly regretting your off-beat sense of humour. 

She cracked a laugh, however, and said, “However did you guess?”

“Must have been all the flirting we’ve been doing. I’m sorry though… I didn’t mean to interrupt you.”

“No, it’s fine,” she said. “You always seem to know how to make me feel better. So, I suppose what I have been trying to find a way to tell you for months now is that… Yes, I’m gay, but… I’m not exactly a human.”

Your brain stalled for a moment, calling to mind the curvaceous, beautiful woman you’d spent time with back in the summer who had looked very much human. “Ok…” you said slowly. 

“I’m… well… I’m a selkie.”

“I… actually don’t know what that is,” you said awkwardly. 

A pause swung between you before she laughed softly. It made you ache to see her in person again, despite not knowing what a selkie was. It couldn’t make that much difference, surely? “We’re shifters,” she said gently. “Like werewolves, I guess, but we are more orientated towards the sea.”

“You like the sea? I never would have guessed,” you said, again instantly regretting not having a better grip on your mouth. 

But once again, Bess just laughed. “We turn into seals. And… when we go ashore, we have to be very careful about who we let touch our pelts.”

You frowned. “So you’re not quite like werewolves then? I mean, Kate loves a scratch behind the ears.”

“Kate’s a werewolf?” she said incredulously. 

“Did I not mention that?”

“No!”

“Oh. Well, Kate’s a werewolf. Does that make this any easier?”

She breathed out slowly. “Yes, actually.”

“What are you really worried about? That I won’t like you because you can turn into a seal? Or that I won’t like you because you’re not human? Or… is it something else?”

Bess didn’t reply for a while. Eventually, when you prompted her, she said, “A little of all of it? We all know stories about humans who take advantage of us… steal our pelts and hold them to ransom and all that… My family isn't very pro-human. It’s why we live in Starfall Bay where there are so many other non-humans.”

Guilt twisted unpleasantly in your gut. “Did they give you a hard time about our date? Or about us still talking?”

Again, your question was met with a hesitant silence. “For a while. Actually it was Derek who said it might be good for me to see where this goes. Mum’s been encouraging me to see people and make more connections, and he saw how happy I was with you when you were here, and how messaging with you has made me more… confident, I guess. He thinks you’re good for me despite the fact that you’re… human.”

Your heart soared again and hovered somewhere in your throat at her words. “Bess,” you choked. “Look, I… I’m completely in love with you, ok? I think you’re incredible and I’d do anything for the chance to see you in person again. I didn’t want to crowd you or rush you, but… I miss you. These few months have been amazing for me - having someone to chat with like this - but I miss you. Can I come and see you again?” It all poured out of you in a rush before you had time to think any of it over. 

“Yes,” she said in a tiny voice. “Gods, yes please. I’d love that. I’ve missed you too.”

“I’ll get the first train tomorrow,” you said, giddy with excitement, and the two of you began to plan. 

You barely got a wink of sleep that night, and when you’d shoved everything into a bag and flown out of your apartment door, you found yourself at the train station at some ungodly hour. The only attendant was a kenku, silently sweeping the floors before the main day’s traffic of passengers got going. 

The early train took you out of the city and into Starfall Springs by lunchtime. Bess was there to greet you on the platform, and you flung yourself into her arms the moment you were off the train. You inhaled deeply, smelling salt-spray and iodine on her, as well as the sharper vapours of the turpentine she used for oil painting, and under all that was the warm scent of her. You didn’t think as you drew back and kissed her, and she didn't hesitate or pull away. 

She kissed you deeply, fervently, and smiled all the way through it until she pulled back, laughing. “I can’t believe I ever doubted you,” she said. 

“Bess,” you breathed, chasing after the memory of the kiss already and stroking your hand through her loose hair. There was a fleck of dried paint at the end and your fingers tangled in it, making you both laugh. 

She led you back through the town, the two of you chatting all the way, to the studio where she worked and where she’d set up a little camp bed in the mezzanine floor above the entrance to the tiny house. It was small and cosy inside, with white-painted, wooden walls, and the end wall of the simple hut which overlooked the sea beyond was simply made of glass. Her easel stood in the best spot of light, and around it were scattered jars and palettes, sketch books, and canvases in various states of completion. 

But it was the object at the far end, folded reverently onto a chair that caught your eye. 

A silvery, dappled sealskin had been placed in the sun, and when she saw you looking at it, she went very still. 

“Is that…?” you asked. 

“Mmhmm,” she nodded. 

You smiled and kissed her again without making a move towards it. Her back arched softly into the kiss and she moaned, eyes rolling closed. 

Behind her was a scruffy old sofa, and you tipped her back onto it, laying her along the length of it with one leg half draped off it. She was wearing a yellow skirt with white polka dots and a white tank top, and as you skimmed your hands appreciatively up her bare thighs, she shuddered and gasped. 

“Gods, you’re beautiful,” you whispered as her sensitive body reacted to your touch. “Can… Can I…?” 

Bess nodded, and you slid your hands further up her legs, drawing the fabric of her underwear aside and running the pad of your finger playfully around her folds. She was wet for you already and you groaned as you nudged her swollen clit with your knuckle. 

Vocal and sensitive, Bess gasped and moaned as you began to worship her body. Her hands fluttered briefly and self-consciously at her thighs until you covered them with kisses and told her how beautiful she was over and over. She collapsed back into the cushions behind her and you set your lips to her wetness. 

She tasted incredible, and as you lapped slowly at her, she came truly alive beneath you. 

It was hard to keep going when she writhed and shifted as much as she did, but the deep, throaty groans that left her made it worth the extra effort. You buried yourself at her sex, tongue laving and circling over her, working her closer and closer until she grabbed your hair and almost sat up, shuddering violently and coming with a scream of pleasure. Her thighs closed around your head slightly as she came in waves, lips parted, eyes closed, chin jutting towards the ceiling, her hands pulling you closer against her as you suckled gently at her pulsing clit. 

You let her orgasm roll through her with the power of a sudden squall, and when she fell back twitching and moaning against the sofa, you gently licked her clean before letting her skirt fall back across her legs. 

You joined her on the sofa, lying carefully along its length, partly on her and partly on the cushions, and let your head rest on her chest. Her heartbeat raced and her breathing was rapid and shallow, but she was soft and sweet and smiling as she held you. “I’m so glad you’re here,” she whispered. “And not just because of that…” she added with husky little laugh. “I have something for you.”

“Oh?” you mused, kissing her flushed cheek. 

“See that painting on the easel over there?” 

You looked across the room and saw a second easel standing in the far corner that you’d been too preoccupied to notice earlier. 

“I painted that last night when you told me you were coming to see me.”

Your eyebrows shot upwards and a moment later you slid off the sofa to go and get a better look at it.

It was the sea in a high wind, with wild, frothy waves, and the whole painting thrummed with a sense of joy and hope and playfulness. In the bottom right corner there was a little rocky outcrop, and on it was a silvery, dappled seal. The strokes which made up her tail and flippers were dashed and painterly, almost impressionistic, but it was clearly Bess. Your fingers brushed ever so lightly against the rough weave of the canvas, and mercifully came away clean since she had used acrylic, not oil. 

“It’s beautiful,” you breathed.

“It’s how I feel about you,” she said from behind you, and you couldn’t find any words capable of expressing the rush of emotion that welled up inside you at that, so you simply turned around and kissed her again. 

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