Viktor had allowed himself to fall into a deep meditative state, equivalent to human sleep. But even though his superhuman senses were dulled while he slumbered, he could feel someone watching him. He cracked an eye open and saw Josette's face close to his. She smiled as she greeted him:
"Good morning, sleepy head... did you rest well?"
"Mm-hmm," Viktor murmured as the corners of his mouth lifted. "You?"
"Like a baby," she cooed. "Last night was... tiring... in a very good way," she stretched like a cat as she spoke.
"You thought so, hm?" Viktor grabbed her in his arms and kissed her passionately.
"Count Bartholy... you are insatiable," Josette teased him once he released her.
"You didn't seem to mind it too much yesterday," he teased right back.
"I have to say... I was impressed by your... vigor," she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively. "Especially for a man..." she didn't finish her sentence, realizing her faux-pas.
"For a man my age?" He arched a dark brow. "That's what you were going to say, weren't you?" He grinned at her obvious embarrassment.
"I mean... you certainly don't make love like a middle-aged man," she muttered.
"Just how old do you think I am?" Viktor inquired.
"You know... I was actually going to ask you that," Josette said pensively. "You've never told me, now that I think of it."
"Guess," Viktor prompted her. "I bet you'll be wrong," he added, narrowing his eyes so as to challenge her.
"Okay... you must be around... forty-seven," Josette guessed. "Since we've known each other for seven years, and when we first met I thought you were about forty."
"Wrong. Guess again," Viktor smirked.
"Alright... forty-nine?" Josette raised her eyebrows.
"Higher," he lifted one thumb up.
"Fifty? Fifty-one? Fifty-two?" She continued guessing but Viktor kept shaking his head and raising his thumb, until she gave him an incredulous look and gave up.
"I'm a lot older than that... Josette... I truly am much older than you," he said, looking quite serious all of the sudden.
"Come on... you're messing around with me," Josette playfully hit him on the chest. "There's no way you are older than fifty-three tops! I mean... look at you! You don't even have a single white hair on your head!"
"What can I say... I'm well preserved for my age," Viktor smirked.
Josette rolled her eyes and sighed. "Fine! I see that you're in a funny mood."
She attempted to sit up in bed, but he pulled her back down.
"Hey! We're not done here, Missy," he laughed and started to tickle her.
Josette exploded into a fit of giggles and tried to fight him off. "Stop it! You're torturing me!" She wiggled and kicked, until Viktor ceased harassing her.
"Fine!" He put his hands up defensively. "I'm done! I promise!" But he still chuckled.
Josette grabbed his wrists and pinned them over his head.
"Who's in charge now?" She pretended to sound threatening, making Viktor grin in response.
"Ooh... I'm scared," he sassed back.
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Why Lorie? Part II
Fanfiction** Mature content! **This is the second part of Lorie's story that starts after Drogo is banished to America. I try to alternate chapters between Lorie's life in Vienna, and Drogo and Nicolae's in Mystery Spell. Read on to find out how Lori become...
