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“You could help me set up camp, you know.” Maui called over his shoulder at Moana, already half asleep, curled up with Pua on a pile of blankets.
It was nearing morning when they made landfall, the dark sky ticking closer to dawn as he put together their small shelter.
“I packed the boat.” She yawned. “You can build the camp.”
“Those young demigods, so lazy.” He complained. “Back in my day-” He yawned, running out of steam for a joke that wasn’t that funny in the first place. “Just stay out of trouble while I collect some wood for a fire, okay?”
Moana gave him a drowsy thumbs up, cuddling closer to her pig and closing her eyes. She couldn’t get into too much trouble if she was asleep, at least.
Finding dry firewood wasn’t all that difficult. Moana’s emotional storms didn’t have much range yet, so calming her down before they got close to land was all it took to ensure a dry place to make camp.
It wasn’t going to stay dry, of course, but maybe he could build up a good stash of firewood before the waterworks started.
His hair was never going to recover.
With a sizable collection acquired for morning- or afternoon, most likely, he bundled it in the spare sailcloth and went about finally settling down to sleep.
Moana was sleeping on all of the blankets, but it wasn’t that difficult to move Pua to the side and scoop up the sleeping princess, who continued snoring even as he carried her around. It was a good thing the gods hadn’t assigned her hero duty. At least the wayfinder general would always have a crew to protect her.
He pushed away a pang of jealousy as he lay her sleeping figure down on top of the bed he had made. She’d have her fair share of troubles, no need to go wishing she had more.
Moana opened her eyes and reached out to him, patting the spot beside her. Not that there was much room anywhere else, but he wouldn’t have turned her down either way. She nuzzled closer and lay her head on his shoulder, falling back asleep immediately.
He listened to her breathing, wrapping his arm around her while Pua ambled sleepily over and shot him a baleful look as she curled up on Moana’s other side. He could console himself with the knowledge that the chicken liked him, but he wasn’t sure the chicken was even aware it was alive, let alone there being other living beings in the vicinity.
Of course he couldn’t sleep. Of course he’d lie there listening to her breathing and think about her lips on his neck and wonder where else her sweet little mouth wanted to go.
Fuck.
He was so comfortable, too.
At least it was an excuse to explore the island in a better light. Or something. Maybe he’d find a cold spring to dunk himself in, since even thinking about Mo’s annoying little friend was doing nothing to douse his flames.
“Stay-” Moana whined, reaching her hand out for him as he got up.
“I just gotta pee, I’ll be right back.”
She grumbled, looking at him with tired eyes, but curled back up with her pig and went back to sleep. The pig snored worse than she did, but he couldn’t deny that it was kinda cute.
Ugh, the things this girl was doing to him. Next he’d be thinking affectionate thoughts towards the dang chicken.
A quick flyover of the island did not turn up any cold streams. Quite the opposite in fact, the island had natural hot springs that looked safe enough for their use.
Okay, stop thinking about all the fun they could have in the hot springs. It was going to get difficult to fly.
He landed beside a sizable pool, testing the temperature carefully with the back of his hand. Oh, finally something went right today. It was perfect. At least now he had a good place to warm up after one of Mo’s storms. Or something.
Tossing off his sparse clothing, he wasted no time jumping in and getting comfortable. The hot water was absolutely luxurious, and he leaned his head back and sighed contentedly. Now all he needed was to handle his erection and maybe he could sleep in peace, and thankfully he was very, very good at taking care of those.
He thought of Moana- because of course he did- as he took his cock in one hand. She was soft and perfect and the wet spot she had ground into his thigh that afternoon was a pleasant preview of all the fun they would be having rather soon. It felt almost sacrilegious to touch her, even before now, her tanned skin the forbidden fruit he couldn’t help but crave.
He wanted her so bad, to fuck her - make love to her even - under the starry sky, to hear her whimper in pleasure, to make her beg him not to stop. He wanted to bury his face between her thighs, kissing her there until she was writhing in pleasure, hot and wet and all for him. He wondered what sort of storm her orgasm would bring about. Could she shake the heavens in her ecstasy? He wanted nothing more than to find out.
It didn’t take much of this line of thinking to completely spend himself, his cock twitching in his hands and releasing his seed into the near boiling water. It almost felt like a waste when she was just right there, just past the trees.
He hadn’t been entirely teasing when he asked her if she wanted children. To see her round with their babies, to watch her carry them in her arms, the vision was too much to bear.
She had really, really gotten to him.
Maui was very, very good at avoiding pregnancy. At least, the responsibility relating to it. The few times he had gotten someone pregnant he was quickly let off the hook by her deciding to marry a more appropriate suitor. But for Mo? He could stand a little one of her, maybe even two.
She was next in line to be chief, after all. Being a demigod hadn’t gotten her completely out of the responsibility, and she did have to produce an heir, mother the next generation of Motonui’s wayfinders.
Ugh, enough of that line of thinking. First things first, he was getting some sleep. And then he was going to eat a proper breakfast, and help his demi-nuisance figure out how to have an emotion that only made her wet. And then maybe he could see about making some of those dreams a reality.
Definitely not the baby related ones. That could wait a long, long time.
“You were gone for forever.” Moana complained when he returned to camp.
She had a small fire going, and was preparing to make breakfast. He assumed bacon was not on the menu, considering she was feeding the pig vegetable scraps as she worked.
“An hour, maybe.” He replied, yawning as he sat down next to her.
“You said you just had to pee.”
“This ain't gonna work if you’re going to need my whereabouts at all times.” He teased.
“I know, I know. I’m lucky to know your whereabouts at all.”
He kissed the side of her head. “I can tell you I’m going to be right here next to you for the foreseeable future. Well- maybe on top of you for a little while. Or beneath you. But still, right here.”
She giggled, her face a bright red. “Maybe we could get started on some of those.”
Okay, there was one thing he liked about virgins. Once they started going, they did not slow down for a good long time. Moana was turning out to be no exception.
“Not quite yet, Sparky.” He replied, being far more reasonable than he wanted to be, even post masturbation he was aching to go. “We need to figure out how to work you up without a flash flood.”
“I can swim.” She defended. “And we’re out here alone for a reason, aren’t we?”
She did have a point. But still, it was less the rain and more her electric capabilities than gave him pause. Death by electrocution wasn’t his preferred way to go, even if it was brought on by her ecstasy.
“Breakfast first. And then we can get to work on controlling those powers.”
“I can’t believe you’re the one being responsible.” She complained, poking the fire with a long stick.
“You and me both.”
“Okay, so strong feelings bring on your storms.” Maui said, pacing the beach while Moana sat in the sand, pig in her lap. “Can you bring them on without them?”
“I don’t know?”
“You’re feeling pretty normal right now, yeah? Other than completely on fire for me.”
He loved how easy it was to make her blush. She hated how easily he got her too, he could tell how badly she wanted to resist his nonsense every time.
“Mm, normal as possible right now. Feeling a bit anxious, a bit tired, maybe?”
“Good enough. Let’s figure out how you do your thing.”
“How do we figure out how I do my thing?”
He honestly hadn’t thought ahead this far. He was planning to just wing it, as all his good plans went, but they were already having trouble getting off the ground.
He was grateful to have her alive, but some instruction on how to keep her alive would be greatly appreciated as well. Maybe he’d include it in his next bi-millenium prayers.
“I got it, let me show you how I do my thing.” He picked his hook up from where it lay beside Moana. He stood there, held it out in front of him and-
How did he do it, exactly? He just waved the thing and thought about what he wanted to be, but there had to be more to it than that. Was there emotion to it?
“One second. I gotta figure something out.” He said, before immediately taking to the skies as a hawk.
Being a hawk felt far lighter than being a man. There was a special joy in it that radiated from his breastbone up to his wingtips. He missed it when his feet were on solid ground, like his wings were cut rather than simply not in use.
He dove down towards the water. Sharks were almost as light as hawks, slipping easily through the water, but there was a hunger to them that gnawed at his insides. He was always so hungry after too long as a shark.
He popped back up on the beach, a scuttling crab. Crabs were all speed and worry. Safety, movement is safety. Sharp claws are safety. Too long as a crab would have him looking over his shoulders for danger.
He snapped at Moana’s butt before popping back into his human form.
“So I learned some things about myself.” He said, laying in the sand in front of her.
“Oh?” She asked, looking down at him.
“There might be some sort of emotional connection between me and my powers.”
“Well if your emotionally stunted ass can figure it out, I’ll have this down in no time.”
“Hey, you’ve got things you can work on too.” He defended.
“Such as?” She asked, waiting patiently for his answer.
He knew a trap when he saw one, and he had nearly set it for himself.
“You’re just - too darn perfect.” He replied, beaming at his own brilliance. Nailed it. “Now-” He paused. “Now-”
Moana gestured at him to continue.
“I’m working on it, give me a minute.” He lay his arms behind his head and watched a fluffy white cloud pass by. Probably wouldn’t be seeing a lot of them for a while.
She went back to scratching Pua behind the ears, humming thoughtfully.
“Oh, I thinkI’ve got it.” She said, looking up suddenly. “If I can work out what emotions bring on different kinds of storms, I can channel that to make them on purpose!”
“Yeah, you got it! I knew you’d be my star student!”
She was, arguably, more emotionally astute than Maui, but control did not come easily. The first day passed, and the only storm she produced was born of the heat between their bodies, a dangerously close lightning bolt driving them apart with the first whimper he drew from her.
The second day was clear, and the third nearly so, save for a squall of frustration that this was progressing far slower than she had expected. He had tried to reassure her by telling her how long it had taken him to get half a handle on his powers, but that had only made things worse.
The fourth day she took a rest, playing with Pua and exploring the island while he took a well deserved nap. He watched her dance on the beach that evening, the waves perfectly in tune. She wasn’t just a demigod of the waves, she was the entire ocean, the two of them of one heart, one soul. It rose to meet her, parted at her command. She followed where it led and trusted it to always bring her safely to shore.
If only her ties to the storms were as easy.
A week passed with precious little improvement on either the storms or their budding sex life, leaving them both frustrated and irritable. The only thing of interest they had discovered was that she could breathe underwater, and that was only because Maui had thrown her in the ocean to cool off.
More than once, he considered leaving. It wasn’t his own powers acting up, after all. But every time the thought crossed his mind, he remembered the time he had abandoned her to figure things out on her own. Moana’s stubborn ass would get control of her powers or die trying, and he knew the gods wouldn’t give her back a second time.
More than a month into their week-long camping trip, a loud boom of thunder during a solo foraging expedition sent Maui racing back to shore, his basket of berries scattering across the ground.
“I want to go home.” Moana wailed as he approached, wanting to reassure her with his touch but wary of the golden light crackling across her skin. “I miss Simea and-”
Whatever she was planning to say was choked by a sob.
Learning his powers had been easier for him. No mortals to worry about keeping safe, no life left behind. Moana had left behind a home, a family that loved her three times now, following the will of the gods and the call of the ocean. At the end of the day, she still longed for the safety of the shore.
She was trapped between worlds in a way he could never understand, a way that she could never reconcile.
He sat as close to her as he could, watching the storm roll in heavy and the waves rising to meet it, pounding heavily on the shore but parting around Moana as she cried, close enough to touch but lost to her own sorrow.
“Mo, you gotta take a deep breath for me.” He said, far more confidently than he felt. Sure, he was a master of feigning mastery, but it was already obvious they were both out of their depth.
“What’s the point?” She sniffled. “I’ll never get control of this, I’m a danger to everyone. Even to you, look-” She held out her arm, crackling with energy.
Oh, this was going to hurt.
He reached out and took her hand in his, bracing for impact, the current wrapping around his wrist and burning hot as the sun.
“It’s okay. Look, it’s okay.” He pulled her closer to him, gritting his teeth against the increasing intensity as he pulled her into his lap. He nuzzled the top of her head as his hair began to fry and his heart beat so fast he was afraid it would suddenly stop.
Despite his best attempts to steady his breathing, he was gasping as Moana’s current died down, the gilded demigoddess finding peace in his arms. He ran his fingers down her back and gave her a moment to sniffle and wipe snot on his shoulder.
Never in his life had he ever expected caring for someone this much. It terrified him. In the past, he had always pushed away long-lasting relationships with the usual hero excuses. He didn’t want them put in danger because of him, he didn’t want them used against him. But here he was, deep in the snot and electricity of it all.
“I’m sorry.” She murmured into his chest.
He was getting so damn tired of being electrocuted, but he didn’t dare tell her that.
“It’s okay.” He replied instead. “Just breathe for a few, alright?”
The storm still raged around them, the dark waves taking bites out of the shore, but the epicenter rested her head against his chest and breathed deeply.
“I hate this so much.” She said so softly he could barely hear her in the roar of the waves.
“I know.” He replied. “We’re going to figure this out, okay? We’re going to get you back to Motunui and you’ll only make it rain sometimes.”
He wasn’t shooting for the stars here. He didn’t expect her to have full control for centuries at least, but enough so she could hold her baby sister without fear of burning her up would suffice for now.
He thought of her dancing by the ocean, the way they had been bonded her entire life. To call the waves to her fingertips as naturally as he took to the skies on his hawk wings. The storm she had been shackled to violently, an angry bolt piercing her heart and leaving her empty and cold.
He hated to think about it, but there had to be something there, a clue or something they had been missing. Could she ever dance with the sky as easily as she did the waves? What had her ancestors given her beyond the gift of life once more?
An idea hit him.
“Mo, where’s your oar?”
She looked up at him with confusion. “Back at camp?”
“Let’s go grab it, I’ve got an idea.”
She slumped heavily against him. “I’m done trying today. I just want to rest.”
It was barely midday, not that you could tell by the dark sky. The lightning had calmed with her current, and the waves lapped rather than biting at the sands, but it was still fucking raining.
“Just one more try, and then we can go to the hot springs. I’ll even make dinner.”
She grumbled and groaned like an aging ship, but got up all the same.
Camp was destroyed, again, and Moana rescued Pua from underneath an overturned pot. The easily frightened pig grunted at her indigently, but quickly forgave.
He pulled her oar from where it was half buried in sand and offered it to her. She sat Pua down and accepted it, a glimmer of gold lighting where her fingers touched it. If he needed his hook to control his shapeshifting powers, it made sense that she’d need the oar to calm her storms. Mortals would write songs about her steering ships through tempests and parting the thundering skies.
If they could get a handle on it, anyway.
He hefted his hook over his shoulder and led her back to the shore.
“Now what?” She asked, sticking the end of her oar in the sand.
“Show me that dance you do. The one you do with the waves.”
She furrowed her brow. “There’s more than one dance, Maui.”
“Just pick one. Swing those gorgeous hips for a little while.”
That got her to smile.
“Alright, give me a little space.” She said, pushing him with unexpected strength. Not quite enough to move him, but still, impressive.
“Wait.” He picked up her oar and handed it to her. “Don’t forget your dance partner.”
Understanding dawned on her face. “You’re a genius!” She chirped, popping up on her tiptoes to peck a kiss to his cheek before trying to push him out of her way again. “I hope this works.”
He gave her space, sitting in the sand next to Pua, who begrudgingly allowed him to pat her head.
Maui could watch her dance all day, even without the waves beside her she was beautiful. She was made to move and sway, her movements reminiscent of dances long forgotten. Maybe he could remember a few, just to watch her bring them back to life.
The waves danced as always as she attempted to fit the oar into her routine, awkwardly at first but finding some sort of rhythm. She closed her eyes, lost to music he couldn’t hear as the sky rumbled above her, dark storm clouds -
They were following her. Slowly, but surely, they were moving, sluggish at first but beginning to move in time-
They were dancing together. Moana and the sea and the storm above her.
He leapt up in excitement, immediately ready to show her what she had done, but stopped himself. She needed this, a moment to calm her heart and find her rhythm with the powers under her command.
She moved and swayed in perfect motion and-
“Oof!”
She knocked herself in the head with her oar. Lightning struck nearby, sending Pua squealing into his arms.
He soothed the pig with a couple soft pets, and then sat her down, kneeling beside Moana as she rubbed the sore spot on her cheek. It was bright red beneath a spreading golden mark, a bursting star of electricity forever marked on her skin.
A tattoo memorializing her mistakes aside, they had accomplished something. She had accomplished something. She had commanded the storm.
“Moana, you did it.” He said, looking at her in amazement.
“I did it? I did what?”
“The storm, it moved with you babe. You should have seen it- it was absolutely incredible.”
He wasn’t even being dramatic. It was a beautiful, if rather clumsy, display of her new power.
He selfishly wondered if that finally meant they could kiss without fear of electrocution, and Moana must have been thinking the same thing because she launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him with all the ferocity of one very pent up demigoddess.
He lowered himself to the ground, taking care not to sit on the pig before returning her affections. Moana paused only to pull her top off over her head and press her bare breasts against his chest before returning her mouth to his.
A golden flicker ran around her fingers and she slammed her hand down on the sand. “Damn it!” A crack of thunder echoed back.
He was as disappointed as she was, but held it together for her sake. Or at least the sake of not repeating the painful cuddle he had endured earlier.
“Mo, it’s okay. We’ve made a breakthrough, you’ll have enough control in no time.”
She threw her head back and screamed in frustration.
He hardly blamed her. While Maui had the ability to take care of his sexual frustrations alone, Moana couldn’t even touch herself without igniting an entire electric storm.
“Let’s try this again slower, Sparky.” He suggested, running a gentle hand down her back. “Ease into things.”
“Please?”
He tilted her chin up towards him, leading her into a slow, gentle kiss. She was already squirming on his lap, panting despite having barely touched her.
He was the most turned on he had ever been in his life.
“This isn’t working.” She whined, pressing her mouth hard against his and biting his bottom lip.
“You gotta be patient for more than half a second.”
“I don’t want to be patient.”
He chuckled, kissing the top of her head and ignoring her irritated nip at his neck.
“Don’t laugh at me.”
“Come on, you’ve gotta admit it’s pretty funny.” He defended, earning him another bite, harder this time. “Now who can’t communicate with wor- ouch!”
She giggled with devious glee.
“Alright princess, time to go cool off.” He hefted her over his shoulder and considered the ocean for a moment, but that was too easy. Instead he headed inland. She didn’t even protest that much as he carried her up the hill and held her above the hot spring.
“Oh great hot spring of intimate fantasies.” He intoned dramatically as Moana giggled. “I beg of you to bless this very willing virgin.”
She landed with a splash and came back up smiling.
“Hot spring of intimate fantasies?” She asked, popping back up with a bright smile on her face.
“You wouldn’t understand.” He replied, tossing off his own clothing and joining her in the blissfully hot water.
“Please, enlighten me.” She said, removing her own soaked skirts - not that it fucking mattered with all the rain - and throwing them over a low hanging branch.
He ignored her, settling in until he was submerged up to his neck and let the hot water ease all his aches and pains. He had acquired quite a few new ones today, after all. Sure, her danger cuddles didn’t leave lasting marks, but he was still going to be feeling it for days.
When he opened his eyes again, Moana had followed his lead, resting her head back and letting the water ease her as well.
For the first time all day, the sun was shining.
What he should have done was close his eyes again and appreciated the rare glimpse of sunlight. What he did instead was reach out for Moana’s hand.
“Come here, let me rub your back.”
“Hmm?” She replied, not even opening her eyes.
“You’re all tense, I’ll work it out in the hot water.”
She opened one eye and looked at him dubiously - honestly why did no one trust him - but accepted his offer, sitting down in front of him.
She was strung tighter than a bowstring, every last one of her muscles ready to snap under his fingers, and tensed further at his touch.
“Relax babe, focus on the hot water. Doesn’t it feel good?”
She murmured her agreement, relaxing a nearly imperceptible amount. He was, however, very good with his hands, and after a few minutes of work and several reminders to just relax, she was putty in his hands, soft murmurs and moans escaping her lips at every luxuriant touch.
He moved to her legs next, holding her hips in both hands and moving downwards. She tensed and he eased her again.
“Relax, just let all that tension out.” He soothed, kissing the side of her neck.
“I like that.” She murmured as he worked out the knots on her thighs, working his way inward towards his actual goal. If he could keep her relaxed and loose like this, they had a real chance of getting somewhere.
“Mmm this isn’t a backrub.” She mumbled as he ran one finger slowly through her folds - he had seen her naked a dozen times by now and this was the first time he had gotten to touch her, his fingers exploring her delicate sex.
“Shh, I’m just working out the tension. You just breathe and let Maui take care of you.”
She leaned into him more than she already had been, spreading out her legs wider to give him room to work.
“Good girl.” He whispered, giving her neck another gentle kiss. “Just stay nice and calm for me.”
Her breath hitched as he worked one finger inside of her but she calmed down on her own, murmuring her appreciation as he moved his other hand up her stomach and cupped one breast. He rolled her nipple between his fingers while his other hand continued to slowly- oh so slowly- rub inside her. She was obnoxiously virgin tight but was loosening up faster than he had expected, and one finger easily became two.
“More, please more-” She whimpered, her hips bucking into his hand and her muscles tightening around his fingers.
“Gotta relax babe or I gotta stop and calm you down again.”
There were sparks on her fingers as she reached up to touch his face but she didn’t notice with her closed eyes. The sparks tickled but didn’t hurt, and he kissed her fingers, making her giggle. He knew not all of her electricity was a bad thing. Maybe even with a little practice they could put it to good use in situations just like this.
He took a second to remind himself to relax, the ache between his thighs was near unbearable and it was quickly becoming the kind of tense that required more than one beating to work out.
They had gotten this far, maybe-
Her breath hitched again as his thumb circled her clit, trying to draw the world’s most gentle orgasm out of her.
“Breathe, princess.” He soothed. “Let it wash over you in waves. Just wave after wave of all these good feelings.”
She nodded dreamily, absolutely lost in the bliss of his touch. Turns out a thousand years hadn’t put a damper on his skills at all.
Of course they hadn’t, he was Maui, after all. He knew how to make his partners feel amazing. Moana was no exception, cock-blocking storms be damned.
Maybe after this he’d get a chance to really show her a good time.
She was whimpering and tensing around him and he almost lost himself in what he was doing, his hips bucking against her back as his fingers picked up to match the speed her body was demanding.
“Oh relax, relax, curly.” He said, more for himself than her. “Let it all go for me- oh there you go.”
She gave into him completely, a staccato moan as all of her muscles contracted and eased completely. He desperately wanted to keep going, to see how much he could get out of her, but knew better than to push her further. To get her here was a miracle.
“All better now?” He asked, and she could only nod in response. “You did so good, Sparky, the sun is still out and everything.”
She smiled but didn’t open her eyes, still completely boneless in his arms.
“My sweet princess, all nice and calm.” He cooed, kissing her cheek.
“I love you.” She mumbled.
An ‘I know’ was nearly on his lips when he realized this was the first time she had said that she loved him. Sure, it was on the heels of a pretty spectacular orgasm, if he did say so himself, but he had heard enough post bliss declarations of love to know that this one was different.
She loved him, his perfect, sweet Moana.
“I love you.” He replied, brushing her hair out of her face with one hand.
“Can I- I want- to make you feel good.” She said, “Help you relax.”
“I’m already pretty relaxed, babe.” he replied, lying through his teeth but unwilling to press his luck, even as his dick begged him to press somewhere, anywhere at all.
“Please?” She opened her eyes and ran her fingers up his thigh. “I’ll stay nice and calm for you.”
As much as he doubted that, he was in no state to be arguing. Even if all they managed was a touch, it would help ease the ache.
“All right, nice and slow now.”
Oh, he was so tired of going slow. Almost as tired as he was of kissing in the rain and playing lightning rod for a certain fully charged not-a-princess while she tried her best not to roast the both of them.
He held her hips in his hands and helped her turn around, her legs straddling his hips with some difficulty, despite the full relaxation she had just received.
He was absolutely perfect, but if he could change one thing about his body, he’d be just a little less wide. It would make things so much easier on everyone.
She touched the tip of him gingerly with her fingers, and he directed her hand around him fully. Sure, he wanted to give her the opportunity to explore him, but time was definitely not on their side and he didn’t expect Sparky to stay relaxed enough for too much longer.
He moved his hips - so goddamn slowly - as she held his cock with a steady hand, rutting against her as hard as he dared.
“You’re so big.” She giggled, hiding her face in his shoulder.
He never got tired of hearing that. He didn’t need a big cock, of course, he could have fucked his way across the world with one of any size, but something about a new partner’s amazement got him every time.
“All for you.” He replied, bucking his hips a little harder into her.
He was definitely not going to get off at this rate, but it felt so good he couldn’t be upset. Still, there was a terribly greedy part of him that always wanted to push his luck.
“Let me try something.” She said, letting go of him and adjusting herself forward.
Well, if it was her idea.
He lined himself up with her carefully, sliding in microscopic amounts, waiting for her to wince or cry in pain or worse yet- call the heavens down upon them.
She did whimper a bit but begged him to continue every time, easing slowly down until he was completely sheathed in her. They stayed that way for a moment, fully connected and both of them panting.
“You’re supposed - supposed to stay relaxed.” He reminded her, holding her head against his chest as he tried to calm himself.
“Mm trying.” She defended. “Please just-”
He didn’t need told twice, holding her hips in his hands he thrusted into her as gently as he could possibly make himself go.
They found a steady rhythm, soft thrusts and long pauses to let Moana catch her breath.
It was the most excruciatingly intimate thing he had ever done.
He loved it. He loved her , his sweet, perfect-
He was running out of ways to describe her, she was as indescribable as the power of the ocean, crashing into his life and leaving her mark upon his heart. He was hers, entirely, since the first moment their lives connected.
His orgasm came on him faster than expected, given the pace they were going, but it was so welcome. He lost control of his speed, pushing into her hard enough to make her cry in pain as he released what felt like part of his soul into her in quick, uncontrollable thrusts.
He rested his head on her shoulder, gasping for breath, holding her tight against him as his hips continue to twitch and buck into her.
“That felt different than I expected.” She noted, running her fingers along his shoulder blades.
“Hmm?” Was all he managed.
“I expected it to be more forceful? Like it would just kinda-”
“Mo, stop, please.” He laughed into her soft skin.
She nuzzled her head against his, and soon the only movement was their breathing and the twitch of his hips against hers. This was the kind of silence that scared him, the peaceful affections following intimacy. A thousand ways to break the silence came to mind.
He let the silence linger, kissing the top of Moana’s head and running his fingers up and down her back as she lay drowsy against his chest.
“Love you.” She whispered again. “Not just cause-”
“I know, princess.” He replied. “Love you too.”
“Do you think it’s safe to go back to Motunui yet?” Moana asked tentatively. It had been two weeks since their big breakthrough and while her powers were still vastly out of her control, she had figured out how to catch herself before a storm went uncontrollable.
The random sparks in her hands were far more difficult to contain, but she had mostly figured out how to keep them toned down enough that they tickled, rather than tazed.
Suffice to say, her powers were a mess, but she was probably safe to be around mortals again, if she was careful. The idea of returning without having her abilities completely in check terrified her, but the idea of missing years of Simea’s life was just as bad.
She could keep it together. She wouldn’t hurt anyone. She could go home.
Maui considered her carefully, leaning on his hook in the sand. The sun was setting on a clear day, not a single drop of rain, and they had spent a good part of it thoroughly enjoying each other's company.
Well, there might have been a few close calls with her internal lightning, but she had been testing out ways to ground herself and Maui was only slightly worse for wear.
“I think we’d better stay a couple more days, just to run some tests.” He replied.
“Do those tests involve fucking me in the hot springs again?”
“They do now.”
She laughed. “That reminds me, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”
“Sparky, it’s been two weeks, I promise you that stomachache was not morning sickness.” He said with the confidence of someone who had a lot of experience looking out for early signs of pregnancy.
“I know, I know.” She said, holding up her hands in surrender. “It’s not about that - well it’s almost about that. Just hear me out.”
“Go ahead.” He gestured for her to continue, watching her with bemusement.
“It’s not that exciting.” She said, “It’s just the morning before we left, my dad talked to me about keeping up the reputation of our family and all that? And I know that demigod marriage is weird but-” She gestured between the two of them, trying to get her point across without having to say it.
“Oh, that’s no problem. Picture this - we land on your home shores and tell your parents the beautiful story of questing all the way to Te Fiti herself and asking her to bless our union and declare us one before the gods and man.” He gestured grandly for emphasis, pulling her in close to him. “We have been bonded in ways mortals cannot comprehend.”
“For real? Maui that sounds so amazing let’s-” She paused. “Wait-” She narrowed her eyes. “Maui, we can’t lie to them.”
“Come on, lying to mortals is like Demigod 101. It handles the mortal marriage problem, they can still throw us a big party, and if you still like me in a few centuries you can track me down and drag me in front of whichever gods you’d like.”
She ignored the whole part about whether or not she’d still like him in a few centuries. She had decided to take it one decade at a time. Obnoxious man.
“Do you think that will really work?”
“Come on Mo, are you talking to the best trickster in the pantheon or not?”
“I still feel really bad about lying to my parents.” She admitted.
He shrugged. “Okay, but if we’re married we can share a home on Motunui. We won’t have to go on an island adventure to get some alone time.”
She felt her cheeks flush. He did have a good point. “Well-”
“And-” He sang. “You won’t have any explaining to do once you start getting really round.”
She struggled to find the right words. “You said that it’s way too early-”
“Yeah it’s way too early to tell right now. But we’ll just have to keep trying.”
“We are not- I’m not- Maui!” She stomped her foot in frustration. While it was nice to be able to have a strong emotion without thunder following immediately on its heels, she was still going to kill him.
He pulled her in for a kiss, mischief on his face. “Yeah, I know you’re not Maui. I’m Maui. And this-” He poked her belly. “Is gonna be Maui Junior.”
“I am going to shock you to death, I swear-”
“Gotta catch me first, Sparky.”
Before she could react, he was in the air, sailing high on the breeze. She considered finding out if she could recreate that first lightning bolt she had sent at him, but just shook her head, content to watch him soar.
He did have to land sometime.