Digital Delicacy (SaMS SolarMoon Ship)

Do I regret it? I think I should.

I wake up slowly with a groan, then get instantly disoriented when I see a dark blue ceiling rather than a orange/yellow one. I look over and see Moon lying next to me, breathing deep and steady. The blanket we shared as we slept was loosely draped over our waists. 

The sight of him, naked and asleep next to me, makes the memories of what we did last night flood back to me. I feel my face heat up once again as I snap to a sitting position. Moon groans and shifts a little in his sleep but doesn't wake up, most likely stuck in his drunk coma. 

I slowly peel the blanket from my waist, trying not to squeal as the cold air hits spots I never thought it would, and carefully get off the bed and grab my boxers off the floor. For some reason, there was no, well, mess from last night. Moon was out like a log, so I could get dressed and not worry about waking him. I was still careful getting my belt back on before I walked out of the little tube.

I sit on the bright orange couch and lean back, staring at the ceiling and not believing what happened. Just the thought of the previous night made my knees week, even though I was sitting. 

Try as I might, I couldn't get Moon off of my mind now. The way his fingers traced my body perfectly, his kisses so gentle yet telling me I had no control, his gasps and moans mixing with mine through the night. His hands tugging my hair, his chest moving up and down my back. Then there are the more... well, child friendly ones if I can call it that. The times his fingers laced with mine, how he waited for me to give him permission before he did anything new. In my pleasured delirium of the night, I thought I heard him whimper three words. Three short, simple words.

"I love you."

Though, I didn't know if I heard correctly - I was too focused on just about everything else. The feeling of him inside me, his fluid and perfect movements. He never took his eyes off mine the whole time up until we finished. I faintly remember him saying something about cleaning and leaving my line of sight for a moment, though I was too dazed to notice anything. Well, I did notice something rubbing against me for a moment, and there wasn't any mess when I woke up. The only thing that could mean was that he cleaned up after... everything.

Though, there's a chance he might not remember the night once he wakes up sober. He was pretty out of it, and he doesn't drink often. I didn't know if I wanted him to remember or not. I didn't even know if I regretted anything. It was amazing, but there's so much going on and it might've just been a drunk lust or something. I probably should regret it.

There's a creak of a metal door opening, snapping me from my thoughts. I look over and see Sun walking into the room, yawning and rubbing his face. He was wearing a pajama shirt with a cat on it and shorts that hugged his hips.

No wonder the fans call him a femboy, I think to myself. 

Sun notices me on the couch and smiles sleepily before plopping himself next to me. "Good morning," he says in a tired voice.

"Mornin'," I reply, trying to distract my mind for at least a bit. I was surprisingly not tired, though I usually am.

"I'm guessing Moon got back safe and is just sleeping in?" Sun asks. I nod in response and he sighs. I had forced him to sleep last night, so he was trusting me to wait for Moon. Glad I could practically be trusted with Moon's life by Sun.

Sun opens his mouth to say something, then pauses. "Hey, uh..." He points to my neck. "What's that?"

"Huh?" I reach up and feel along my neck, trying to feel something. Though I haven't exactly memorized how my neck feels, nothing seems out of the ordinary.

"Hold on," Sun says, pulling out his phone and taking a picture of my neck. After a second, he shows me the screen. My heart nearly drops at what I see.

There was a dark hickey on my neck. I didn't check in the mirror to make sure there wasn't any evidence of last night. Moon had left a hickey on me.