I broke the silence, I had to, I couldn’t stand the tension any longer. “Wow!” my breath heavy with my own need for him. He tried to speak, “Agreed.” came low and masculine from his full luscious lips, He had dropped his illusion as well, we stood there looking upon each other as we truly are for the first time in seven years. I could see the tension in his hips, the distinctive bulge of his manhood growing in desire of me, my own body was reacting in much the same way,

His chest rippled of muscle, and was smooth save for one small line of the lightest blonde hair that ran from his mid-chest to his belt line and then disappeared. His abdomen was a tight wall of muscle, you could see the ridges between them they were so well defined. Around his neck hung a small delicate silver chain with a shell similar in color and size to my own, it was a symbol of the royal house, the pink shell, following the line up to his luscious full lips, I wanted to taste those lips, feel them pressed against my body, Mermen were not allowed to grow facial hair until wed, and then it was by choice, but Thomas was clean shaven, and his skin looked baby smooth, his left ear sported a single onyx stud, and then to the very tip were tiny silver hoops, another sign of his being of noble blood. The golden tresses of his hair hung to his waist, much longer than they had appeared earlier that day when he was under his illusion, it hung long and loose around him, and those eyes, those blue-green eyes, now shown in their true color, the color of Chivor Emeralds, the color of a stormy sea. My eyes took in every inch of him in those few moments we stood there just staring at each other, from waist to head, even noticing the blue-green metallic line of scales that dipped just above his belt line at his hips, the place where his tail would form should he wish it.

I’m sure the same thoughts were going through his head as he studied me much the same way I looked at him, I could feel his eyes starting at the slit in my gown, noticing the string of the matching thong, the single line of lavender-silver scales peaking out just above my hip, the fullness of my breasts now that I was through puberty, my nipples were hard and pressed heavily against the silk of the gown as if trying to escape, around my neck hung my silver chain with the small pink shell. My buttery curls flowed freely about me, almost cloaking me to my waist, the large golden hoops hung from my ears, a single onyx stud, very tiny was at the tip of my right ear which poked up through my hair with distinctive points. My eyes glittered like jewels, and lips were full and pouty. I had a single beauty mark that sat high on my cheek just at the ridge of the bone under and to the outside of my left eye.

The moment faded as we came back to each other more full of lust and desire than ever before. I started forward to the sofa, and Thomas sat back down, and started to remove his shoes, I fully knew he’d intended on spending the night when I asked him back to my apartment, where the night would go, we hadn’t a clue, yet.

As I got to the sofa, I turned to look back to the niche in the wall where the huge king-sized bed was squeezed in wall to wall, the low headboard coming just up to the bottom of the window, it was dusk, the sun was still in the sky and it was the most beautiful of colors, hazy pinks, purples, blues, lavenders and reds. A saying that my grandfather had taught me came to mind. It went something like “Red sky at night, sailors’ delight. Red sky at morning, sailors take warning.” I must have said it out loud because Thomas looked towards the window.

“I’m a Mer, a creature of the water, does that qualify me as a sailor, so that I might get my delight?” He moved closer to me, slipping his arms around my waist and started kissing me at first softly at the back of the neck and up to my ears.