Interstellar Ross

Chapter 10 Old Bedfellows

Witch Pocket Realm

Month of the Hare

"There we go." I found what looked to be a handmade bucket and trekked my outside to find some air to cool down my burning face. As I walked, I shook my head in exasperation, the scene around me shifting to a nagging memory.

Crystal clear water flowed a reddish brown as I washed away the fallen Angel's grime and cleaned his wounds. I used the mud by the bank to form a plaster over his cuts and bruises, a trick I had learnt from a dear mother I hadn't seen or heard from for thousands of years.

I halted in my actions when I saw his eyes move behind closed lids. His fingers moved next, followed by his head as he stirred from unconsciousness.

'You're safe now.' I spoke anxiously, afraid of what he would do when he woke.

He mumbled incoherently, his eyelids fluttering open. His blond brows lifted in wonder, his eyes wide and sparkling blue as he gazed up at me.

'Did I fall?' He asked in Latin.

'From Heaven.' I answered in his native language, captivated by his captivation of myself.

'I doubt that.' He spoke slowly. 'For your beauty outshines that of all Angels and Seraphim.'

I clutched my heart at his poetry. 'I'm afraid I am far from angelic.'

'Nonsense.' He reached up to where my hand held my heart. 'I must know your name.'

I opened my mouth to answer honestly but stopped when I realised that it probably wasn't a good idea to reveal my identity to a complete stranger, no matter how devastatingly handsome he was. I looked around nervously, my neck craning up to the stars above.

'Interstellar.' I devised.

'And you don't think you are angelic.' He answered.

I gave him a warm smile. 'Are you going to tell me your name now?'

He beamed. 'Tiberius.'

"That wasn't too bad." I remarked as the memory dissipated, returning my consciousness to the current realm I resided in. "Oh, sweet Jesus." I groaned as multiple memories bombarded my mind and body. Not only could I see Tiberius completely naked and under me, but I could also feel every inch of him.

"What in the name of fuck!" I shouted as I heard his moans in my ears and feel his hands on my breasts. I clutched myself desperately.

"Are you okay?" The present Tiberius emerged from the cottage.

I turned to look at him and instantly regretted it, seeing him very much naked within my own mind. "Uh, no."

"Are you blushing?" He smirked, motioning forward.

I shook my head vehemently. "Of course, I ain't."

I felt past Tiberius's breath on my neck and I shivered.

Present Tiberius's eyes narrowed. "What are you remembering?"

"I'm rememberin' my foot up your arse." I kicked my foot out in demonstration.

His smirk broadened into a grin as we closed the space between us. "Are you remembering our sweet times together?"

I shook my head wordlessly as I saw his past self-bathing under a waterfall, with me.

"Tell me, how does it feel a second time?"

It was a stupid question, considering it turned out we had had many sexual encounters during our relationship that lasted over a hundred years.