Lucy and the Definitive... Cat?

Perfect Night, Troubling Day

Mard had her in a daze as she managed to finally open the door to her apartment, that kiss had blow apart her brain, leaving fragments of it to rattle around inside her skull. It was better than any dream and she knew she left the oranges on the street in the hurry to come back. Though apart of her was certain the demon may have had his way with her against the building if she hadn't insisted on coming back.

She never felt such an attraction to anyone, never wanted to see a man naked and feel him more than she wanted Mard. It also scared her a little. Lucy knew this wasn't this first time, the evidence was all over her bed and why couldn't she fully remember it?

He slid off his coat, putting on one of the hooks next to her door before he took off his shoes. His eyes burned into her as every version of lust swept over his features. Lucy felt the heat of his gaze begin at the junction between her legs and spread upwards, dotting her skin in small splashes of red. Mard set his boots to the side, and got on his knees, curling a hand around her calf. Her breath hitched as he calmly removed her sneaker.

How is he so calm?

Anticipation is the sweetest fruit, he replied, quickly reminding Lucy he could clearly hear everything going on her head. The other shoe came off and he set it aside before slowly coming up to standing. His hands ran against the outside of her silhouette, teasing her with how slow and controlled her felt her.

She pressed back against the wall as he looked down at her. Lucy swallowed hard as she gazed into his coal black eyes. Never, not a single time had a man ever looked at her like this. A look that said she was the only person in his world, that he wanted her like oxygen and one that promised every fantasy come true.

Mard kissed her, this time it was soft, teasing exploration of her as his lips molded against hers. The small fuse lit inside of her brain went off as she grabbed his shoulders and held him against her. Hands moved gently over clothing as he slipped his tongue into her mouth to dance along hers. Her head swam with the intense feeling, not just hers but she could feel his.

Sex with a telepath is highly intense, like mirrors reflecting endlessly. Let me show you. Mard mentally whispered his mental voice rich accented in a thicker lust.

Please, she mentally whined, her mouth too busy to form the words. Lucy assumed this was a perk, she wouldn't have to say things aloud, they could read each other.

Mard pulled back and took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. Lucy took in a deep breath, feeling her courage begin to wane a little as pessimistic thoughts ran through her mind. She stopped in the doorway as he turned around and looked at her.

"They are not here, look at me, Lucy and only me. My name is the only one you know," he said as he unhooked the black strap on his vest before he removed it.

"What about tomorrow?" she asked as he slowly unbuttoned his white shirt, giving her a peek of his toned chest. She also didn't realize that collarbones could be sexy, the way his were carved sticking out a bit and inviting her to bite them.

"I could be a cat tomorrow. The world could be hit with a major cataclysm in the next two minutes, ending both our lives. The sun may fail to rise, and the oceans could begin to boil before locusts eat the land. Shall I continue to list all the other unprobeable circumstances?" He slipped his shirt off, leaving him there in nothing but the gray and leather pants. Lucy licked her bottom lip as she surveyed his cut torso. Mard looked like a living statue, exquisite details in his muscles from his abs to his pectorals but he was not bulky. No, Mard could have posed for the old masters as the finest example of the male form.

Lucy smiled at him, "touché. I'm sorry, I just..." her voice trailed off as he stepped to her and gently cupped her cheek.

"Live in the past, I understand, we can discuss it later, for now. I desire the perfection of the woman who cares for me no matter my form," he said before he placed a delicate kiss to her forehead. The small gesture set her heart accelerating, it beating as hard as if she'd gone ten rounds of sparring with Erza.