"What?"

"What?" he replies before giggling in an infuriatingly adorable way. You let out a breath and run a hand through your hair.

"You're lucky I don't feel like killing you," you say, and he gives you a curious look.

"And why don't you want to kill me?"

"I don't know. You're certainly infuriating; I'll give you that," you respond.

"Maybe it's because you want to get with this," he says dramatically, and you snort.

"As if."

"Oh you know you want a piece of this fae," he responds, and you just burst into laughter.

"Are all of you like this?" you laugh.

"Just me. I'm special."

"Yeah, and I'm the fucking princess," you respond. You actually are, but he doesn't know that; so he doesn't have to know that you think he is special.

"You look like you could be," he says, and you roll your eyes.

"You said it yourself: you've never seen a siren up close."

"Doesn't mean I don't know royals when I see them," he replies.

"Alright, you keep telling yourself that."

"Can I touch you?" he asks suddenly.

"Buy me dinner first," you reply, and he giggles again.

"You know what I mean."

"Yeah, sure," you tell him, extending your hand to him. He takes it, and you're almost shocked by the warmth of his skin.

"You're so cold," he comments, as if you didn't know that.

"No shit, Sherlock," you respond.

"I want to kiss you."

"That'll cost you fifty dollars, thanks," you tell him. Yet you can't deny the way your heart is beating faster at his words.

"You know you want to kiss me," he says confidently, and you narrow your eyes at him.

"And how do you figure that?" you ask, trying to keep your expression blank.

"I'm guessing you don't know about the powers of the fae people," he says, and you try to rack your brain for answers.

You know you studied this, but you never considered it important because you figured you would just charm and kill anyone if need be. He smirks, as if he knows what you're thinking. And that's when you remember. Fucking bastard.

"Yeah, darling," he says before shaking his head. "That didn't sound as hot as I thought it would."

You stifle a laugh and yank him into you. He yelps at the sudden movement, and he falls on top of you. Your faces are mere inches apart, and you can see how his eyes are two different colors.

"How's this for hot, then?" you whisper, turning up the charm. His eyes dilate, and he smirks slightly.

"Pretty good," he says coolly.

"I see mind reading isn't your only power," you comment, drawing out your words in a way that would always make mortals fall instantly in love with you.

"You mer-folk always underestimate us. You think you can charm and kill us, but our resistance is more powerful than your charm."

"Is your skin tough enough to withstand my fangs?" you counter, baring your teeth at him.

"Polar opposites are made to withstand one another," he replies simply.

"Then you wouldn't mind me biting your neck, would you?"

The two of you are literally like fire and water. You're opposites, but your ferocity is near equal.

"I appreciate foreplay," he replies, and you completely submit to your siren instincts. You pull him into you and dig your fangs into his neck. At least you try. You can't. You can't penetrate his skin. It's soft to the touch yet somehow tough enough to withstand your deadly fangs. You pull away, retracting your fangs and narrowing your eyes at him.

"Hm," you say.

"Hm," he replies.

And then you're kissing. His lips are hot against your cold ones. You pull him closer and closer, breathing him in like a drug. His fingernails dig into your cold skin, making you moan slightly into his mouth. You tug at his soft hair, dying to take control. Yet somehow, he's stronger than he was. He keeps you pinned down. This is his home. He wouldn't stand a chance in yours.

You pull away slightly, and taking the opportunity, you dive into the water with him still in your arms. You kiss him, letting him breathe through you. He struggles for a moment, but he lets go and kisses you back, realizing he can still breathe.

You push yourself to the surface before he tries to pull away and winds up suffocating. He gasps as you break the surface together. You hold onto him tightly, keeping your heads above water.

"I like you, mermaid" he says, his eyes dark.

You smirk. "I like you, too, fairy boy."





A/N

this was so weird but I actually love it?

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