Stellar Mistakes

The Scoundrel

It was dark, and the pillow under her head was as soft as a cloud. Lucy woke to the sound of something clinking against glass and opened her heavy eyelids. Loke was stargazing in a nook by the window beside the bed, a glass of some amber liquor in his hand. The moonlight gleamed on his naked, ivory skin. He glanced over to Lucy as she stirred.

"Did I wake you?"

Lucy looked at the clock and saw it was past two in the morning. They had made love ... she lost count of how many times. The shower, in this bed at least twice, a chair was involved, and on top of the sink when she thought to wash up a bit afterward. He could drive her to heaven over and over. Oh, he was skilled, all right! His cock, his hands, his mouth ... it was like he wanted to do it in every way possible while he had her.

At last, they both wore each other out. He wrapped her up in his arms, nuzzled her golden hair, and in the deepest bodily exhaustion she had ever felt before, Lucy fell asleep with her head on Loke's chest. His arms made her feel safe.

Now, she could close her eyes and recall what his breath felt like as his lips were all over her body. Exhausted as she was, just the memory of it gave her shivers of pleasure.

She stretched languidly on the mattress and pulled the sheets around her to hide her naked body. She kept gazing at Loke, impressing this sight of him in her memory. He realized she was looking at him and gave a silent chuckle.

"Don't tell me you've forgotten tonight as well."

She glowered, feeling shy and a little bit of regret. For her, tonight had felt fantastical and new. For him, it was a second night. Before she could feel too sad about the fact that she still did not remember everything about their first night together, Loke held a cup of water out to her. Perhaps he was teasing her, but his actions were as considerate as ever.

"Thank you," Lucy said, gladly drinking to quench her parched throat. She had been moaning so much...

"It'd be nice if you did remember tonight," he said, still teasing her lightly.

Lucy pouted and turned away. "I remember nothing."

"Oh really? Do I need to wake your body up again?"

She gasped that he could even want yet another round, and he chuckled.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but you've thoroughly worn me out. You'll have to wait until morning."

"Tease," she huffed.

"Yep!"

He drank from his tumbler, letting the ice cubes clink together. Lucy took that as a cue to drink as well. She really was thirsty. They were so into each other, sweating so much, she felt parched. She could hardly say she remembered nothing. Even now, the heat of his body was replaying over and over in her mind. If she had to wait until morning, it would be well worth the wait, but she had to be honest—she knew her thighs were going to be hurting for days.

She finished the cup and turned over in bed to face Loke. She finally saw the bottle of liquor beside him. "You have brandy at home too?"

He lowered the cup. "Hmm?"

"You always drink brandy at the bar."

Loke looked happy that she remembered. "Brandy is what I like, I guess."

"Do you always drink alone?"

He raised an eyebrow. Lucy had not meant anything by that question, but once it was out, things got a little awkward. He smiled at her, like he could read her mind.

"I suppose I drink alone more often than I drink socially. This brandy, I drink casually when I'm home. It helps me to relax after a long, stressful day, or slows my brain down when I'm thinking too much."