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Stellar Mistakes
By : Rhov
Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail
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Chapter 11
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 into 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. "Hm?"
"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."
Had he had a bad day at work? Was that why he was there so late? Or was he thinking too much about something else?
"I have another, a special bottle of brandy, here at home."
"Oh? Special?"
"A gift from an important man in my life, and it's been aging for many years, longer than you've been alive. I figure I'll open it when I have something to celebrate." He turned his face to look out the window, and a street light lit his profile. Lucy could hear the sound of rain tapping the glass. "It rained hard like this that night, too."
Lucy realized he was right. She recalled a little about being in that hotel room, her clothes soaked.
"You and I, we meet on rainy days."
Maybe rain was lucky for her. Her heart began to race as she watched him looking out at the city skyline. She had always seen him as her kind boss, but in that moment, she saw Loke the man. Not a Lion, but just a man, sated in his desires, the softness of sexual afterglow still in his eyes and lips. Lucy barely remembered that first night, but maybe he wore this expression then, too.
He finished his drink, set it down, slid under the sheets, and pulled them to cover himself, thereby yanking them away from around her body where she was hiding. She tried to pull the sheet back around her breasts, but he caressed her shoulder, showing her that modesty and bashfulness at this point were pointless. He had seen everything in detail already. They both settled down into the mattress, and he languidly played with her hair.
"Do you remember anything about that night?" he asked with a hint of sadness.
Lucy frowned and looked aside. "Only bits and pieces." Even still, all she could recall were snapshots of what happened. However, as he caressed her hair, a memory came back to her. He had stroked her hair lovingly like this that night, too. "You did this."
"Yes, I did," he whispered. "Your hair is very soft. I can't help but want to play with it."
"What are you, a cat?"
He laughed and licked her cheek. "Maybe. Are you a cat person?"
"I own a dog."
"That's a shame."
"I … I like cats, though."
"Do you now?" he said in amusement.
She realized, now it was no longer a one-night stand, a drunken mistake she could dismiss. This time, they had not been drinking, and they had no excuses to hide behind. They made love … because they wanted to!
But a part of her still realized that Loke was considering marriage for the sake of a promotion. What would make someone like that sleep with another woman? Lucy couldn't even imagine it. Was this just for fun, or was it serious?
She had made the decision to sleep with him, knowing he was considering such a thing, so she could not bring herself to ask why he would do it. Likely, it was for the same reason as her: because she desperately wanted it.
The dreamy bliss of a moment ago faded off. Lucy racked her brain, trying to find a logical answer that she knew did not exist.
He was introduced to someone he might marry. Now here they were, skin pressed against skin. He had wanted her tonight, despite the fact that he was looking into an engagement. He knew how Lucy felt about him, her drunken confession, telling him 'I love you.' He made unforgettable love to her anyway, without feeling the least bit guilty about it.
If he felt the same way as her, wouldn't he never have agreed to even look into get married to someone else? If he did not feel the same way, was he using her emotions for him to get what he wanted? Here she was, a young woman in love with him, and he was willing to have sex with her despite being set up on matchmakings. Did he really, truly, no longer care about love? Was he fine with marrying for a promotion while fulfilling his desires on the side?
That seemed like the most likely answer.
"You're sneaky," she grumbled.
His fingers were still combing her blond hair. "Hmm?"
"I didn't think you were, but you're a sneaky scoundrel."
He just smiled without saying anything. Still, Lucy was pretty sure he knew what she meant.
"Sneaky. I guess I am," Loke mused. He rolled over, hovering over her, and softly kissed her lips. "But," he added, "I wouldn't have slept with you if I didn't want to."
"You're still a scoundrel," she said, trying to chide him, but she knew he was amused by her name-calling. She was annoyed that he could look so cool and composed, whereas her heart was in chaos.
He kissed her again, then deeper, until Lucy could taste the brandy in his mouth, sharp, powerful, yet oddly sweet. Much like Loke himself. She found her arms moving, wrapping around him, pulling him in closer as the fire inside her reignited. Loke's hand slid along her bare skin, and Lucy moaned with pleasure.
"The rain's not quitting," he noted, moving his body to be even closer to hers.
It was as if they were allowed to make love so long as the rain kept tapping on the window. Lucy wished it would never stop. As her legs spread and Loke's hips thrust up against her yet again, she wanted the rain to last forever.
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Stellar Mistakes	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 14748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail nor do I make money from this fanfic.

Stellar Mistakes