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Click here"Mnnn ok." Adam complied as his eyes remain 90% closed, too tired to argue.
"Can I have a kiss?" Merrick asked lightly. Adam smiles as his eyes close again as he puckered his lips. Merrick kissed him once, twice, and a third time, "I love you."
"Love you too..." Adam trailed off. Merrick glances, and then spots a band-aid on Adam's shoulder, "What's this?" He asked while softly feeling it.
"Hm?" Adam looks, and then slumps his head back, "Oh, just something from work.
"What happened?"
"Nothing. Just stupid business." He mumbled.
"Ok... Goodnight, babe..."
"Good nigh..." Adam digs his arm under the pillow, and tucks back in.
Merrick gets up and turns off the lamp. He takes his harpoon, and leaves the bedroom. He walks in, and sees the small lamp on the kitchen table, with Arnaav slumped over the mahogany with a pencil and a paper journal, still trying to practice writing the letter 'A' and the letter 'I' in Hiragana. "Are you ready, Arnaav?"
"Almost. I have a few squares left on 'I'." He said, trying to focus. His equipment has been hastily put on, crooked and misaligned. Merrick comes over, and looks at the page.
"Arnaav, your writing is going outside the print. You're too exhausted to write."
"I-I can't stop, please..." Arnaav groaned, his hands slumping the pencil.
"It will be here for you to study when you come back." Merrick said firmly, "You need to go back into the ocean, or you won't last much longer."
"Orrrhhhgggg," Arnaav whined stubbornly as Merrick guides his arm away from the table.
"There we go, come on." He said, "Off the chair, on your feet." With a half-sleeping otter boy being steered to the glass sliding door, Merrick makes his way back to the sea...
The dream where Adam is the god of male fertility began in Chapter 12: Call of the Siren. Adam was out taking pictures with his grandfather's old camera, when a Siren was singing. Siren songs hypnotize humans and put them in a sleep walk where they dream something very delightful. At the time, Adam was 17-years-old, so what's one of the major things on a hormone-driven teenager's mind? The song made him dream about being in a harem with a bunch of hot guys for him to fuck all around.
Where did Adam's godly experience come from? Was that a dream? Somehow I missed this chapter, usually I see on the "new stories" but just double checked today and found it. This has been a fantastic journey, and of course, I am looking forward to the wedding!
I'm still working through understanding to sort out my past and present tenses. Also, please no one tell me to end this story, or to write something else. It's not gonna happen right now.