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When Louis comes to, all she can see is green. The most beautiful shade of light green that she’s ever laid eyes on. She can’t bring herself to look away, even to blink.
It’s like staring into spring time, her favorite season. The feeling surrounds her, the sound of birds chirping and the scent of freshly mown grass, longer days full of sunshine and throwing windows open to let in the breeze. Her racing pulse starts to slow.
The longer she looks, the more she picks up on the cool blue undertones in the green hue, reminding her of the sea.
Wait.
The storm. Did she drown? Is she dead? How did she–
“Hi.”
The simple melody of that single, drawn-out word wraps around her shivering limbs. Louis feels like she’s known that rich voice for her whole life.
Wait. She does know that voice.
It’s her. The girl from the rocks.
She’s real.
Louis parts her lips to say something – to thank the girl for saving her, a simple ‘hi’ in return? – but all that comes out is a cough.
“Poor thing,” the girl says, wrapping an arm around Louis’ shoulders. “Here, sit up.”
It’s a good thing that she helps Louis into a sitting position. Between coughing up what feels like half of the sea and the feel of the girl’s velvety skin against hers, Louis never would have managed it on her own. When the girl sits back, Louis shivers at the loss of the heat radiating from her.
“I’m Harry. What’s your name?”
Staring into Harry’s lush green eyes makes it hard to form a thought, let alone a sentence. Louis blinks at last, struggling through the haze in her mind. Finally, “Louis. My name is Louis.”
Harry beams, and it’s as if it never stormed. The sun is shining in the bright blue sky, and the water that laps at Louis’ feet on the sand isn’t even cold anymore.
“The storm,” Louis says, turning to scan the calm waves. She doesn’t see any sign of the yacht. “I was with a group…”
“I’m sure they’re fine,” Harry says, her tone soothing. She pats Louis’ hand, recapturing her attention. “Your friends. I’m sure they’re fine.”
“Not really friends,” Louis confesses. Something about the sparkle in Harry’s eyes makes Louis want to open up, tell Harry her whole life story. “I’m on vacation, I just booked a tour. I don’t really know any of them.”
“Vacation,” Harry repeats, widening her eyes as if they’re full of questions.
Louis nods. “We started in Rome with some museums and St. Peter’s Basilica. Then the Vatican. I’m not much for churches, but Catholics do have a flair for drama that I can appreciate.”
Harry laughs, a lovely, lilting thing that buoys Louis’ spirits. She can’t help smiling, bursting with pride at making this beautiful girl laugh aloud.
“Then we went to Pompeii,” she continues, her eyes drifting down as Harry runs her fingers through her long hair. She must have found shelter during the storm; there’s no way it could have dried that quickly. “It was… It was a lot, but it was so beautiful.”
Harry nods as she toys with her hair, her gaze fixed on Louis like she’s the most fascinating person in the world. It’s a heady feeling, and Louis fights to sound coherent.
“We were, um…” She searches her brain, trying to think of something besides the fact that she’s now realizing that Harry’s dress is a little see-through. “The Blue Grotto. Today, that’s where…”
Harry leans back, resting her weight on her hand in the sand. She’s not wearing a bra, and the thin white fabric clings to her breasts. It occurs to Louis as she catches sight of Harry’s perky, stiff nipples just how long it’s been since she got laid. Hell, since she even met someone.
There’s a light breeze, and Louis shivers.
“Louis,” Harry practically sings. “You need to warm up. Come on, I know just the spot.”
Harry stands easily and starts to walk across the beach, tossing her long curls over her shoulder. It should have been hard to rise from the uneven surface and follow her, but Louis does it easily, without even thinking. This girl, this beautiful girl, is like a magnet.
There are a thousand questions that Louis should be asking. She doesn’t know where they’re going, or why Harry was on the island in the first place. She has no idea if the yacht is in one piece, or how she could contact her tour group. And the storm. Why did it stop as suddenly as it had started? But something propels her forward, trying to keep pace with Harry’s long legs as she trills under her breath.
“La da da da da da da, la da da da da da da…”
Harry ducks under a branch and then turns, waving her arm at the land set out before them.
A gasp escapes Louis’ lips. Her hands fly up to cover her mouth as she takes it in.
An endless field of sunflowers. Vibrant yellows and greens for as far as her eyes can see.
“You can dry off,” Harry says, gesturing to Louis’ soaked sundress. “And get warm.”
Somehow, Louis remembers her manners. She turns to Harry. “Thank you, I– I can’t thank you enough. For this. For everything.”
Harry smiles, her green eyes twinkling at Louis. “Come on.”
There’s a small clearing ahead, and the grass is dry and warmed by the sun. Harry leads her to the middle and then steps behind her, resting her hands on Louis’ shoulders.
“Alright?” she asks, her deep voice lowered to almost a whisper.
Louis nods without stopping to think.
Harry hums the same plaintive tune as she unzips Louis’ dress and gently smooths the straps from her shoulders. Louis can scarcely breathe, their bodies just a hair away from being pressed together. When Harry bends down, guiding Louis’ hand to her shoulder for support, it takes a moment before Louis realizes she’s meant to step out of the material pooling at her feet.
Harry lays the wet dress over a branch and Louis is left standing there in nothing but a damp G-string. When Harry turns back to her, her teeth sink into her lower lip as she takes Louis in.
Louis stares back at her, losing herself in Harry’s eyes once more. She can’t find it in herself to be embarrassed or self-conscious. Not with the way Harry looks back at her.
Like she wants to devour her.
“Here,” Harry says at last, reaching down for the hem of her white dress. “You need something to sit on.”
And with that, she pulls the dress over her head and shakes it out, laying it on the ground.
Louis’ mouth falls open at the sight of Harry’s naked form. Her skin is pale, just barely kissed by the sun. Her legs go on for days. Long dark curls fall over her chest, cradling her round breasts. Her perfectly pink nipples are still hard.
She’s perfect.
When Louis looks up to Harry’s face, there’s a glint in her eye and a crooked grin on her lips.
“Well,” she says, in that heavenly voice. “Sit down.”
Louis plops down, her eyes locked with Harry’s. Watching her every move.
Harry falls gracefully to her knees, inching closer until she’s right before Louis. She gently guides Louis’ legs to part and settles in between them.
Louis is still as a statue as Harry leans forward and breathes her in.
“Ooh, won’t you take me where all the sunflowers are hidin’?”
Louis trembles as Harry murmurs the lyric against her neck, humming when she presses a kiss to her skin, then another. The rumble in Harry’s throat gets tangled up with Louis’ heartbeat, becoming one and the same.
Then Harry turns, capturing Louis’ lips in a kiss and they tumble to the ground. Harry consumes her, her lips hot against Louis’ and her sure hands stroking every inch of her exposed skin. She grasps and squeezes Louis’ flesh, her tongue traveling to Louis’ breasts. Louis throws her head back, her moans filling the air. Harry hums again, the now familiar “La da da da da da da, la da da da da da da…” as she pulls Louis’ flimsy underwear off.
“I can barely see you through the haze…”
Harry sings against the swell of her stomach as she reaches up and dips her fingers between Louis’ lips. Louis’ eyelids flutter closed as she sucks on them, getting them wet.
“But there’s enough of you to keep me up for days…”
Harry gently pulls her fingers away, and Louis can’t help but watch as she lowers her mouth, drawing her tongue up and down Louis’ folds. She slips a finger inside of her, stroking her walls and humming her tune. All of Louis’ nerve endings are on fire, and her thighs quiver around Harry’s head as she ministers to her.
Who is this girl? How did Louis manage to stumble upon her?
“Ooh,” Harry murmurs, her lips brushing against Louis’ clit as she slips another finger inside of her, “won’t you take me where all the sunflowers are hiding’?”
Louis is panting, her chest heaving as Harry slides her fingers in and out of her. But through the haze, something tugs at the back of her mind. The song. She thought it was plaintive before.
But that sounded mournful.
Her eyes snap open.
A beautiful woman. Singing. On the rocks of an island.
A siren.
Harry is a siren.
Louis read about sirens in one of the museum guidebooks in Rome. It all fits. The storm – Harry is what caused the storm. The same Harry who’s pinning her thigh down and teasing her clit with her tongue. It’s almost impossible to think through the near ecstasy, but Louis manages to dredge up the memory of what exactly the book had said.
Sirens lure sailors to their death with their voices. If Louis wants to live, she has to leave. Now. Before it’s too late.
She’s just about to buck Harry off of her when she remembers the rest.
If someone hears a siren singing and escapes, the siren dies.
It’s either Louis lives, or Harry does.
Louis looks down to see the glint in Harry’s mesmerizing green eyes as she wraps her puffy pink lips around Louis’ clit and starts to suck. Waves of pleasure crash over her as she comes.
Harry fucks her through it, only lifting her head when Louis’ moans trail off. Louis blinks as she looks back at her, trying to catch her breath. She doesn’t know what to do.
She could run for it. And she might make it.
It’s the eyes that stop her. Harry’s beautiful green eyes, staring back at her. Louis falls into them just like she did earlier in the sea. Suddenly she can’t stand the thought of Harry throwing herself to the mercy of that same sea, her beautiful body battered and lifeless.
She surges up, crashing her lips against Harry’s.