Ellis the Selkie: Part two (complete)

Female Main Character (Trans) x Female Monster (cis)

I had lost my breath upon that first kiss. I hadn’t expected it, and it was still a shock to the system. I knew I should have moved or done anything else, but I just kept going back for those kisses as if Ellis lips were water and I was lost in a desert. Now she was on top of me, looking down upon me like the cat with the canary. I really should have moved then, but I was curious to see what she meant by ‘eat me up’.

But then there was a knock on the boat.

“Hey, I heard yelling, everything okay?”

Ellis reared back and turned to see who the intruder was. “Fuck off, Caleb!” She shouted heatedly.

“Okay geez,” the kelpie went back into the water with a loud splash.

This must have been the clarity that Ellis needed. She huffed and cupped her hands around her face. “Oh my god what am I doing?”

I kept myself there on the ground waiting. “Are we gonna keep making out? Because I was enjoying that.”

Ellis stood up, tossing the coat aside and then stumbling out onto the deck of her house boat. She grasped onto the edge and rocked herself back and forth. Meanwhile I got myself up and had a quick look at her place, it seemed a bit messy. I joined her on the deck and stood beside her.

“Why are you still here?” Ellis grumbled.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

Ellis glared up at me, the sun catching her eyes and turning them to honey again. “No, I’m not! I got rid of that stupid trash coat for this exact reason! I don’t want anybody fucking up my life again! I didn’t want that stupid thing back!”

I shook my head slowly. “I don’t want to fuck anything up.” I tried to keep my tone as gentle as possible. “I don’t want to make you upset, Ellis.”

Ellis huffed and turned away from me, I heard her sniffle and though I was sure she’d never show it to me, I’m sure she was crying. “Why did you have to bring that thing back?”

“I didn’t know it was yours.” I lowered my head, feeling chastened even though I was inches away from horny a minute ago. I fidgeted with my fingers, almost chipping at the fresh coat of nail polish. “I couldn’t let that coat just go, I knew it was loved.”

“Well it’s not,” Ellis replied sternly. She turned and looked at me with a glare on her face. “It brings nothing but trouble.”

It was an ice pick to my heart, although I’m not sure why. “I’m usually not that troublesome.”

Ellis clenched her jaw. “I want to kiss you again,” she said through her teeth. “God, I hate this!” She turned and kicked over a bucket on the desk.

“Am I a bad kisser?”

“No!” She snapped at me. “Yes-” she growled and stomped her foot. “I don’t want to want to kiss you! I want to be alone! I want to lick your stupid face I-” She huffed loudly and raked her fingers through her hair. “I don’t want to feel this way!”

“You can lick my face,” I shrugged. “You’re not going to bother me with all that. But-” I reached out to comfort her. I touched her shoulder then slid my hand up her arm, slowly untangling her fingers from her hair. “I don’t know what’s wrong, but I’d like to listen. Even Sam says I am a good listener.”

Ellis looked at her wrist clutched in my hand. She looked near tears but I doubt she would ever allow me to see her cry. Her eyes flicked up to mine and her mouth set in a firm pout. “I don’t want to be in love again.”

“I don’t-” I shook my head then gave her a small smile. “I’m sorry. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here. I really thought it would make you happy.” Now I was the one near tears, which usually only took a gentle breeze to push me over that threshold.

Ellis’ hand tugged down until her palm was touching mine. She held my hand and squeezed tightly. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry, it makes me feel crazy!” She pulled me close, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me passionately. It felt so good to have someone that close to me and holding me so tight. I cupped her face in my hands, moaning softly against her lips. Ellis’s lips parted and she licked the tears from my cheek, it made me want to cry even more. She kissed my ear and neck then buried her face there against my shoulder.

I placed my hands upon her back, rubbing gently as I tried to calm her. “It’s okay. Lets go inside and talk.”

She said something muffled against my shoulder, so I led her back inside anyway. I sat her down upon her bed. She was still struggling to keep from showing me anything vulnerable, so her jaw was set tight and her body was all tensed up.

I pulled up a chair and sat down across from her. “So uhm-” I wasn’t really sure what to say in a situation like this. “Viv is short for Genevive,” I started.

Ellis snapped her head up to glare at me which made me shut my mouth. “That’s cute,” she grumbled and looked down again.

I smiled brightly and held my fingertips together. “Aww! Thank you! I like your name too. It’s really pretty and mature. Does anyone call you Ellie?”

“Not for long,” she huffed.

“Oh.” I fidgeted in the chair again. “You know, it’s been a long time since I’ve dated too. The last person I went out with was really kind of a jerk.” I moved my hands to my knees, rubbing them as I tried to find a way that Ellis and I could open up a bit to each other. “Not kind of. They were a jerk.” I glanced back towards Ellis who was still keeping her eyes down and away from me. “They used to make fun of me, put me down and claim it was all a joke. You know?”

Ellis huffed. “Yeah well, you’re not a joke.”

I smiled. “Thank you!” I then went back to being somber. “It’s been a while, but I’ve always kind of hoped for that fairy tale romance still. It may be unrealistic, but sometimes you have to know what you deserve.”

Ellis shifted and she began to raise her head.

“You know, us ladies have to know when to put our foot down and demand what we want. We don’t have to put up with everything the world says we should!” I try to sound uplifting, but I know I must sound really corny.

“Why would you want a fairy tale?” Ellis grumbled. “Most of them deal with being rescued or abused. Or God forbid necrophilia to some degree.”

“Well-” I’m not sure what to say, she had a point.

“Happily ever after is so open ended. What happens? What makes it so happy?” Ellis took in a breath then raised her head. “It’s not enough to be happy is it?”

“If it’s a goal you work towards together,” I murmured.

Ellis’ eyes focused hard upon me. Here in the house they were pitch black again. “Giving me that coat has opened up a world of trouble for me. I can’t control these-” She patted her hands to her chest. “These urges and feelings. It’s not like you. I don’t control who I fall in love with. The coat does this shit. It’s like the story of the red shoes. You put on those damn shoes and you dance yourself to death. And what hurts most is you do want to dance! You love to dance! But those shoes make you kill yourself doing it and-” Ellis stopped herself, catching herself in a vulnerable moment.

Ellis jumped up from her seat and sniffled. “Just go! You’ve done your damage!”

I stood as well, approaching her gingerly. “I don’t want to leave if you’re-”

“Go! Please!” I saw tears on the rims of her eyes.

I backed away again shyly, nodding as I went to the door. “You can get my number from Sam if you want to talk or anything.”

Ellis was silent as I left. I walked back to my car before I ever looked back. I could see the rear of her house boat bobbing in the water. I really hoped she was okay.

For the next couple of days, I really tried to keep my mind off of it. If Ellis didn’t want to talk, then there was nothing I could do to make her want to talk. But I couldn’t help thinking about it. The kisses we shared, the way she held me, it made it very hard to sleep some nights. Then, one evening, as I was just about to tuck myself in for the night, a text appeared on my phone from a number I didn’t recognize.

“Sam said we should talk.” The message said.

I sat up in bed to answer. “Who is this?”

“Ellis,” was the simple reply.

My heart skipped a beat and I fidgeted a bit. I had just been thinking about how soft her hands had felt, and how sweet her kisses were. “I’m glad you messaged me!”

“Sure.” Another simple reply.

I thought for a moment, chewing on my lip as I looked at the screen. So many things I could type, so many words that could be said. “I’ve been thinking about you,” is what I chose to text.

“Don’t say things like that.” The first message blipped on and another was instantly being typed out. “I’m going crazy.”

“How come?”

There was a long pause of no activity. Then another long wait as the three dots revealed she was typing. “I want to see you.”

“I’d love that!” I sent along with a bunch of excited emojis.

“Stop.” Her simple way of replying was effective.

“Are you still nervous?” I asked.

She didn’t reply for another long pause. “I don’t want to see you, without at least having some small understanding of my own feelings. I thought with time I could get over it. But I still have all this crap inside me.”

“Do you want some laxative?” I thought I was being cute and funny. But when she didn’t reply back right away I felt grim.

“You are really this way, aren’t you?”

“Is that bad?”

“No. I just thought, maybe, it was some sort of cutesy girly act. But Sam says you’ve always been this way.”

I furrowed my brow a bit. “Why would I be faking anything?”

“Because lots of people do.”

My heart ached, and once again there was a plethora of words I wanted to type out, but I really had no idea how to narrow it down. “What are you wearing?”

“Are you kidding?”

“Sorry, I just wanted to make you laugh.”

“LOL,” was her simple reply this type, and it was the most effective. My heart skipped excitedly at those three silly letters. But even more exciting than that were the three bouncing dots saying she was typing. “If you want to know what I am wearing, you gotta start first.”

I got really excited, like to a point I could have grown a tail just to have it wag. “I am wearing panties and an oversized t-shirt.”

“What kind?”

“It’s something I found in a thrift store. It’s like this really bad tye-dye with a fish store logo on it.”

Another pause. “I hope to god you mean the t-shirt.”

I broke into a big grin. “Yes! The t-shirt! My panties are purple. Now you have to tell me what you’re wearing.”

“Nothing.” It was the most devastating simple reply of them all.

“Don’t kid with me like that.”

“I sleep naked. What?”

I bit my lip as I couldn't stop smiling. “Do you sleep hot?”

“Sleeping in lava could be cold for me.”

I couldn’t have been more excited. “Say more things.”

“Do you sleep cold?”

My heart was thrumming, I felt too overjoyed by this conversation to even care that I had an early morning. “I do.” I was on pins and needles waiting for her reply. I really had been longing to see her and talk to her. I suppose text was the missing link.

“What do you do to stay warm?”

“I have blankets and pillows, also some stuffed animals to cuddle with. If it’s too cold I’ll wear socks to bed. But I can’t sleep wearing pants. I don’t know why.”

“That’s good to know.”

Why was that so sexy? She probably didn’t mean it to be sexy at all! And yet if she wanted to I could be seduced in a matter of moments.

“I should probably go to bed. I’ll get myself in trouble.”

“What do you mean?”

“The crap, remember? I don’t want this to go too fast.”

My heart was already going wild, but now nerves and anticipation were added to the mix. “Want what?”

“The next time I see you, I want to know I actually like you.”

I was so happy. I giggled and kicked in bed, so overjoyed I couldn’t contain it. I had to flail and roll around for a while before I could type anything else out. “Is it okay if I say I like you?”

“I suppose.”

“I like you, Ellis.”

“Lame,” she sent this simple reply with a blushing emoji.

“When I see you again, can I kiss you?”

“Sure.”

I kicked and flailed again.

“Now goodnight! Seriously!”

“Goodnight! Sweet dreams.”

I was so excited and buzzing, it took me forever to fall asleep. I sent her a good morning text when I woke up, then went about my business until I had to go. I saw she had replied with only a “morning.”

“I hope you slept well. I’ll be busy today, so if you text I might not be able to reply until I get home.”

“Okay.”

I was busy at work, but all day I couldn’t help but think about my phone. I wanted to know if she messaged me, if she had anything to share. When it was time to clock out for the day I was exhausted. I gathered my things and headed out to my car where I tried to think of something I wanted to eat.  I pulled out my phone to search when I saw she had messaged me a few times.

“Hope works goes well,” was the first message. “I put on my coat for the first time. You did a really great job.” My heart was surging. “I can’t wait to see what you’re wearing to bed tonight.”

My heart flopped and plopped down into my gullet. See? Did she really mean to write ‘see’? I texted back. “Work was busy. I’m glad the coat fits.”

“Are you home?”

“Not yet. Just going to get something to eat.” I cranked my car.

“Then do that. Message me when you get home so you’re not texting and driving.”

I smiled. “Will do!”

I got something quick so I could make it home. I sat down to eat, and messaged her. “What are you doing?”

“Just getting out of the shower. You?”

“Thinking about you getting out of the shower,” is what I had originally typed, but I decided to delete it and answered with: “Eating dinner.”

“What are your evening plans?”

“Shower is all I can imagine right now.”

“Busy day?” Ellis asked.

I took a bite of my food as I replied. “Very busy. What about you?”

“I thought a lot.”

I smirked, seeing my opportunity for a kill. “Did it hurt?”

“I will get you for that.”

“I hope you do.” I bit back my grin. “What were you thinking about? Anything I could help you with?”

“I don’t want you to hurt yourself,” she answered back.

Don’t do this to me, I’ll fall in love. “So good,” I told her.

“Actually, I thought a lot about you. I mean, trying to sort out what the trash coat is doing and what my own head is doing.”

“How’s your head?” I asked. I wasn’t ready to face the idea of her thinking about me. I still was reeling from her ‘see’ earlier.

“Do you ever stop?”

“It’s a compulsion. You want to stop me, you have to come and make me stop, or else I’m just that energizer bunny.”

“My head is great, by the way. Maybe if you’re good you’ll find out one day.”

I choked on my food and quickly had to guzzle something down.

“See? We can both play this game.”

“Don’t tease me! I’m so susceptible!”

“I like that,” she replied.

We talked for a bit more until I took a shower. Once I was out I changed into my bedtime clothes, which was just another oversized shirt and panties.When I sat down in bed I saw Ellis had sent another message.

“Do you mind if we share pictures?” She asked.

“What’d you have in mind?” I asked.

“Nothing dirty. Not yet anyways. Kidding. I was just curious to see your bed clothes.”

“That sounds dirty.” I smirked. I then took forever to pose, trying to look cute but not like I was trying. I sent the picture and anxiously awaited.

“Your legs look incredible by the way. I hope that doesn’t sound creepy or anything.”

“Not at all. Thank you!”

“You really like purple, huh?”

I smiled dreamily at the phone. Why did I have to be so easily affected by Cupid’s arrows? “It’s the best.”

“I mostly deal in shades of black.”

“There are shades.”

“Don’t get me started. There are so many shades of black!”

“Like your eyes?”

“What?”

I was beginning to realize that her simple replies were a response to her being shy or touched in some way. “Your eyes are black in shadows, but when you’re in the sun they look like honey. They’re so beautiful.”

“Don’t talk like that.”

“Talk like what?”

“Romantic.”

I smiled, that simple reply told me she liked it. “Has no one ever told you that? Because I’m telling you now, your eyes are beautiful. The color, the long lashes, they’re gorgeous.”

“Viv!”

I smiled. “You have beautiful hair too. All those curls and waves, the way it falls against your skin. Which, oh my god, I could talk about your skin forever. It’s so soft, and all those tattoos are just so beautiful! I want to trace every line of them with my finger tips.”

“Seriously.”

“I want to touch you again.”

There was no reply for so long so I continued.

“I want to kiss you. I keep thinking about you. I know I like you because lately I can’t think of anything else.”

“Why?”

My heart ached and I so wanted to put my arms around her. “I don’t think there is a ‘why’ right now. Right now it’s just new and exciting. You’re so interesting, and even with your wall up I still feel so drawn to you. Is that okay? Can I like you this much?”

“I still don’t know why though.”

“When can I see you again?”

There was another long wait, I considered sending another message, but I decided to stay quiet. Then, a picture came through. It was of her in only a long tank top with opened sides. I could see all her tattoos. “Where would you kiss first?”

“I’m going to pass out.”

“Tell me.”

“You want the truth?”

“Yes.”

I took a deep breath. “Your neck.”

“Then?”

Was this really happening? “What happened to nothing dirty?”

“Is this dirty?”

“Not yet.”

“Then tell me where you’d kiss next. If it’s dirty, we’ll see.”

I bite my lip again. “I’d keep kissing your neck just so I could breathe in the scent of your hair. Then I would kiss down your arm like I was Gomez Addams.”

“Then?”

“You’re killing me!” I flailed in bed. “Then I would kiss each fingertip.”

“Then?”

“I would wait.”

“Wait for what?”

“For you to breathe again so I could your lips.”

No reply.

“Was that too corny?”

“Can I see you tomorrow?”

And that was the story of how I died. My heart exploded and I was never heard from again. I was so excited I couldn’t even breathe. “Yeah,” was all I could think to say. Dead and breathless I waited for her reply to bring me back to life.

“What time?”

“I’m off tomorrow, so whenever you want to come over I’m yours.”

“Is that a promise?” She sent another picture, this time of her pulling the tank top so more of her breasts were exposed.

“You’re really going to make me die! But yes.”

“I’ll message you when I get up. Don’t die tonight. Okay?”

“I’ll try.” I flop back in bed. “I’m so excited to see you.”

“Me too. I’m scared.”

I licked my lips. “It’ll be okay. We’ll talk if you want. We can just hang out and I can make lunch or whatever.”

“What if I can’t control myself?”

“I’ll keep my wits, I promise.”

“Can I ask for another picture?”

I smiled. “Of course. What would you like?”

“Something cute but steamy. If that’s okay?”

I happily sit up to prepare myself. “Taking your order right now.” I pull my shirt up just enough for the underboob to show, clenching the shirt in my teeth so my lips look sexy. I feel silly, even a bit shy. But she sent me something ten times better than anything I could send, so it was the least I could do.

“Purple again.” Was all she said. I grew worried she didn’t like it. “I can’t wait to kiss you whenever I find purple.”

I died twice in one night. How oddly strange and miraculous.

“Are you blushing?”

“I’m exploding.”

“Me too,” she responded. “Maybe I should go to sleep now so I can get over there faster.”

“I’m glad to hear you sound excited,” I replied. “You seemed so terrified the last time I saw you.”

“I still am, Viv.” I loved when she typed my name. “But, I think I know something. I just need to see you to really know.”

I smiled at my phone screen, wishing she was right in front of me then and there. I had so much I wanted to tell her, show her. I wanted to hear her voice and be able to respond in kind. “I understand. I’ll make sure you know before anything happens.”

“You’re sweet. You deserve better.”

My heart ached. “Don’t say that, Ellis.”

“But you do. Don’t argue with me.”

“I’ll argue if I want to, young lady. I know where you live, I could find you right now if I wanted to.”

“Part of me wishes you would.”

“But I know you need the night, so I’ll behave for you.”

“If you’re like this in person tomorrow, I fear what I’ll do. I want you so badly, I have to confess that. But I think it’s more than the coat making me feel that way. I think I do like you. That’s what scares me.”

“I know I like you. I like you a lot. So I promise to take care of you.”

“I should go.”

“Don’t cry.”

“You don’t know me!”

I broke into a smile. “Can I kiss you goodnight then?”

“Where would you start?”

“Don’t do this again!”

“You make me laugh. Thank you, Viv. Kiss goodnight?”

I sent so many kiss emojis I knew it had to be obnoxious. “How’s that?”

“That might be enough.” She sent some emojis back. “I’ll see you tomorrow?” It was as if she was making sure she had permission.

“You’ll see a lot of me tomorrow. Goodnight, Ellis.”

“Goodnight.”

I fell back in bed, so overcome with so many emotions I wasn’t sure how to handle myself. I rolled around and flopped, hugged onto a stuffed animal then took a deep breath and grinned from ear to ear. I would see her tomorrow.