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Stellar Mistakes
By : Rhov
Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail
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Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail nor do I make money from this fanfic.
Chapter List
- 14
- 15
- 16
A/N: This scene was not in the otome game the fanfic is based on, but it came about naturally. Consider it a little bit of gratuitous LoLu.
Chapter 15
Calls and Toys
Lucy was both glad that nothing else happened at the restaurant, and disappointed when it was time to go, and … nothing else happened. Loke did not invite to take her home in his car, although that might have been because Natsu immediately offered to walk her to the train station. She rode with the motion-sick man until her stop, went home to her apartment, fed and walked Plue, cleaned the makeup off her face, and flopped into bed.
"I feel like he's just toying with me now," she muttered to Plue as she stared at her ceiling. "And I hate how much I want more."
Just then, her phone buzzed. She picked it up, and her heart leaped at seeing a text message from Loke.
"Are you awake?"
Her fingers shook a little as she wrote back a simple, "Yes."
"Did I go too far tonight?"
Lucy melted into a smile. He must have been worried about her. She felt just a little mischievous as she wrote, "I wish we could have gone farther."
"Well, not in public," he wrote with a winking emoji.
Lucy could hardly help but giggle. Loke! Using emojis!
"Next time, dinner for just us."
Next time? She wished there could be a next time like that, but he was her boss, he had a reputation to uphold. Going out to fancy restaurants with underlings would tarnish that.
"Sure, next time." She typed it, but she knew it was too much to wish for.
"This weekend? Catering brought to a hotel?"
Ah, so that was how he planned to wine and dine her. Not in public, obviously, but hiding in a hotel room. She almost felt disappointed, but she knew it was the only route for two people like them. Being her boss and having a fiancée, he could never simply outright date her.
"This isn't all that different from Cana setting up evenings with the man she's having an affair with," Lucy mused to herself. She wrote back to him, "I look forward to it."
"Stay late Friday. I'll take you from work. Wish it could be tonight. You riled me up."
"I riled him up?" she exclaimed in a huff, and Plue replied with a weird little "Pu-puun" bark. She texted back. "Same here."
"Oh? Are you busy? Can you talk?"
Talk? Oh! He meant on the phone. He meant … that sort of talk. Lucy had never done something like that, so she trembled as she debated what to say. Gently, she nudged Plue to leave the bedroom, then sat down, still shaky inside, and texted back. "Sure."
Instantly, her phone rang, and she answered it in a rush.
"Hello?" she breathed.
"Good evening, Miss Heartfilia. I'm here to take responsibility for tonight."
His smooth voice made the air leave her chest. She tingled all over just hearing him speak. "T-take responsibility?" she whispered, already feeling the same heat in her cheeks as earlier that night.
Loke chuckled on the other end. "Remove your clothes and obey everything I say. Relax … and enjoy it."
Lucy sank back onto her pillows. She knew it was going to be a long, wonderful night listening to his voice.
"Are you naked yet?"
"Ah, n-no." Although she was alone, she felt nervous slipping out of her clothes, knowing he could hear the cloth moving over the phone. "Are you?" she asked to buy herself time as she shimmied off her panties.
"Yes."
Her throat hitched. He was?
"Do you want a picture? Are you perhaps into dick pics?"
"N-no!" she cried out without thinking, although immediately afterward, she almost wished she had said yes.
He chuckled. "Probably best not to, although I really would like to see a picture of you, something I can use while I visualize. We should be cautious, though. You should delete my text from earlier, as well. If one of your friends got hold of your phone, that would be bad."
"Oh, right," she muttered. "I guess I can't even tell my friends about us."
Loke was quiet for a moment. "I suppose that's not really fair on you," he muttered. "Tell you what. You can tell two friends, but only people you absolutely trust."
"I wouldn't know who. I mean, I don't have many close friends, I can't tell Natsu since he's on the team, and I don't have any family around anymore. I'm too scared to tell anyone."
"Don't let this scare you," he said with a gentle concern in his voice. "The last thing I want is to bother you."
She believed him. He was a tease, but he was not cruel. "It's not a bother," she said, partly to herself, partly to him. "It's my choice."
It really was. One sharp scolding, and Loke would stop all of this. He was not like some bosses she heard about in the news, who forcefully try to seduce their female employees and harass them with non-consensual touches and perverted words. Loke was being cautious, and he backed off every time he sensed that he was going too far. He was being considerate. It was she who allowed things to go further.
"I'm glad you're choosing me," he said with gentle wistfulness that made Lucy bite her lip. "You are such an amazing woman. Before, I admired your hard work. After that first night, I admired so much more of you. You are so beautiful," he said quietly, warmly, crooning into the phone. "Your body is sensual. Those men tonight don't know you like I do. They've never felt you like I have. They only see the clothes, hair, and a pretty face. I've tasted you."
Lucy moaned slightly as memories flowed into her mind, her back on a soft bed, her legs spread, with Loke's head between them and his tongue on her.
"I wish I could be there now, gaze upon you, touch you everywhere. I was aching for some dessert after dinner. I was a little mad that Natsu offered to take you home so quickly. I had planned to offer that myself. Of course, I had no plans on actually taking you home."
"My dog needs his dinner," she pointed out.
"I would hire someone to go feed and walk your dog."
She laughed that a man like him just might go that far.
"I liked watching you tonight. You looked so relaxed. I wish I could look at you now, naked and breathtaking."
The naughty side of Lucy liked that idea. She held her phone out, angling the selfie camera to get her face as well as her naked breasts. She made herself look as seductive as possible, sucking on her finger with pouty lips, before snapping the picture.
"Do you want a picture? I took one just now."
Loke hissed on the other end. "You vixen! If you really want to send it, I promise to delete it."
"Or save it to your personal computer," she said, sending the picture to him.
"I'd be too afraid even of that. It just means you have to send me nudes every time we do this."
"Why Mister Leo, it sounds like you're trying to set up something naughty with your employee."
He laughed at her coy tone. "It's not my fault I have such a naughty woman working for me. Mmmh, that picture is sinful, Lucy. Damn, if you had looked like that tonight, you would have undone every straight man at that table."
"I only want to undo one," she told him.
"And I'm one lucky bastard," he growled softly. "Now, to take care of you. You have a … toy, don't you?"
Lucy gasped. Was he really asking her if she had a sex toy? What could she even say to such a question? Loke himself was asking her something like that. Worst, he heard her choking up, and he chuckled over the phone.
"You do," he deduced. "I figured. You're a woman who knows what she likes, yet according to your childhood friend tonight, you don't have that much experience."
'Dammit, Natsu,' she thought to herself.
"Not with men, at least," Loke went on. "You definitely have a different sort of experience, enough to know what pleasures you. So," he said, and his voice dropped into a commanding whisper, "I want you to be a good girl and fetch your toy. I'll wait."
Lucy gulped, but she reached under her bed. She lived alone and never had people come over, so she had no reason to hide it all too well. It was a vibrating wand, already plugged into a power strip. It was casual enough so that if anyone came over, she could dismiss it as a massager for her shoulders, but it was good enough to get the job done late at night when dirty thoughts made her tingle inside.
She picked up the phone again. "Okay," she said timidly.
"What kind is it?" he asked, and she heard him adjusting around as well, settling in for the play.
"It's … um … it's a … a…"
"Come on," he urged in amusement.
"A v- … vibrator."
"What type?"
"A … a wand."
"Hitachi?"
How did he know? "Y-yes."
"Those are the most popular. Do you like it?"
"It … it gets the job done, I suppose."
"I bet it does. Put the phone onto speaker. Turn your vibrator on. I want to hear it."
Lucy gulped, but she pressed the phone to be on speaker. Now Loke would be able to hear everything in her room, and she would hear him without having the phone pressed to her ear. It was so much more humiliating that way. Then she turned on the vibrating wand. She was stunned by how loud it suddenly sounded.
"I want you to lay there, nice and naked, and put the vibrator against your nipples."
Lucy followed his order and let the soft head of the wand tingle over her breasts. She held back a moan from the pleasure and shifted around to be more comfortable. A part of her realized she was about to have phone sex with her boss!
"Those sweet, succulent breasts of yours," he said seductively. "How I'd love to suck on them and play with them for hours. Pinch one of your nipples, Lucy."
She did, and although it was herself, it still made her gasp in surprise by how good it felt after being vibrated by the wand. All the nerves were awake and intense.
"Good girl. Now, let the wand slide down your stomach, all the way down."
She began to, but already she knew this was going to affect her greater than normal. "Mr. Leo," she keened quietly.
"Keep going. Put it against you, right where you like it most."
Lucy bit her lip, but she did as he instructed. Right away, her body arched up, shocked by the jolt of pleasure from the vibrator.
"Hold it there!" he ordered, and she forced herself not to pull it away. "Don't be quiet; I need to hear you. Let me hear your moans, Lucy."
No! She always tried to be as quiet as possible, hiding her voice from the neighbors around her. What would they think, knowing she lived alone but hearing her make erotic moans. They would know she was masturbating. And yet … yet she wanted him to hear. She wanted to pleasure him. He was on the other end of this call, ready to stroke himself to the sound of her voice. Lucy struggled, but her desire to give some pleasure to Loke outweighed her bashfulness. She pressed the vibrator up against her womanhood a little firmer, and when the buzz sent sparks up her spine and mini explosions through her lower stomach, she did not bite her lip and hold back; she opened her mouth and let out a shuddering moan.
"Oh God, yes," Loke gasped, and she heard a throaty groan from him. "Good girl, Lucy. Press it against your clit and think of me licking it, kissing and sucking that sweet little button of yours. My tongue … all over you."
Hearing him talk dirty shocked her and thrilled her. Lucy began to lose herself in the warm voice and burning tingles. With her eyes closed, she could imagine they were anywhere together, and it was him playing down there, bringing her pleasure once again.
"Now, I want you to reach up with one hand. Rub your nipples. Do you like when I touch your nipples?"
"Y-yes," she moaned.
"Pinch them for me."
She did, and she moaned, thinking about how Loke could pleasure so many parts of her body all at once.
"What do you want? Tell me, Lucy."
What did she want? God, everything. His hands, his mouth, his cock, everything got into the act of eliciting waves of ecstasy though her.
"What would you want me to do to you right now, Lucy?" he asked again, urging her to join in on this play.
"I want … I want your cock in me?"
"Heh. You sound so uncertain. Come on, tell me what you like. What do I do that really buzzes you? If I was there, what would you be begging for?"
Oh, she knew what he wanted to hear. "Thrust into me," she moaned.
She heard him curse softly and thought she heard the fleshy sounds of his hand pleasuring himself. Her naughty side roared up. She wanted to undo him!
"I wanna feel you in me," she said in a suggestive whisper. "I want you to spread me wide."
Loke cursed softly again, and his voice took on a note of desperation. "What else?"
She licked her lips. Time to make his imagination go wild! "I wanna climb on top of you, straddle your hips, and slide down onto your cock."
"Shit," he hissed.
"I want you to thrust up into me, deep inside, press through the softness and fill me with your cock."
"Fuck. You naughty girl. Maybe you've not had much experience, but you've had a lot of phone sex."
She chuckled, glad to hear that she was doing this right. "Nope. First time."
"First? Well, seems I get to have at least one first with you. Am I breaking you in?"
She laughed softly at that idea. A first, and she gets to have it with Mr. Loke Leo!
"I like when you ride me," he told her. "I love looking at you while you take your pleasure. I like knowing it's me who can give that to you. My dick pressing through those sweet, wet lips of yours, up inside of you, feeling you squeeze yourself around me."
Lucy whimpered as memories and the vibrator blended together, giving her a similar pleasure to that night.
"Then as I watch you riding me hard, reach up and rub your clit while you slam your wet pussy onto my cock. Would you like that?"
In reply, Lucy moaned. Her eyes were closed and visualizing it. Her body was twisting with pleasures. His voice was intoxicating her.
"Would you rather I rub your clit, or your breasts?"
"Both," Lucy said in a shudder.
"Mmh, you want everything, you greed girl. You want it all."
"I just want you," she whispered.
Loke was quiet for a moment, and she wondered why he had stopped. Had she said something wrong by saying that?
"Yeah," he said thoughtfully, and she really wondered if she said the wrong thing. "I want you, too."
Oh wait! That sounded … maybe a little personal. Was that why her moan stunned him. Then what did he mean by saying it back? He wanted her? How?
"I want to feel you, pleasure you, pound inside of you."
Oh, right … theirs was a relationship of pleasure, not … well, not more.
"I want to make love to you all night and gaze upon your sweaty body in the morning."
As sweet as that sounded, it was all just a carnal desire. He wanted to make love, not to love her. He had not once said he loved her.
"I want to feel how wet you are, and make you even more drenched. I wanna make you burst apart inside."
Okay, that was affecting her again. His dirty talk was phenomenal and vivid, affecting her emotionally just like his commercials could do.
"I can still hear your vibrator buzzing against you. Where is it?"
"Down," she whispered, his voice taking her away from worries and back into the moment.
"Do you wanna know what I'm doing?"
She knew what he probably was doing, but she wanted to hear him say it. "Tell me."
"Stroking myself. Got some lotion on my cock. You had me hard all night. I needed to do this. That's what you do to me, Lucy. I'm so hard and already starting to leak. Can't touch my phone with that hand."
She bite her lip and groaned.
"Tell me what you want, Lucy."
What she wanted? She no longer knew for sure. There was so much she privately wanted but knew she could never have.
"I want you in bed with me," she whispered. "I want it to be you doing this to me."
"Me, too," he sighed. "I wish I could at least see you."
He could! Why had they not thought of this? "Do you have video chat?"
"Video?" He sounded confused, but then instantly his voice perked up. "Lucy, you genius! Yeah, go to video. I'll need to set the phone up somewhere."
She turned off the vibrator and did the same, picking the phone up off her pillow and carefully putting it on a nearby table, propped up so she could look at it hands-free. The screen flicked on, and there he was, bare chest and orange hair sticking up, with a slight flush to his cheeks.
"Well, hey there, beautiful," he said with a charming grin.
Lucy giggled. "H-hi."
"God, you're already flushed."
"You too."
"Lean back a little, and sit up so I can see your whole body."
She shifted around on the bed, looking in the video's corner display of herself to get a good angle for him. She had to sit up and adjust the phone when she realized it was cutting her off, but finally she was in the picture.
"Good. Now, spread your legs."
Bashful once again, she did. She could see this time in the reflected video, her pussy was bright pink, and now it was closer to the camera than her face. He was getting a great view of her sex.
"Beautiful," he breathed in awe. "You wanna see me?" He shifted back, and she saw his body come into view, all of it. "Can you see me okay?"
"Y-yeah," she said. "Kinda wish I had a bigger screen to look at."
"Maybe next time, we'll do this over the computer. You can see me, though? Can you see this?" He stroked herself, and Lucy gasped at watching him. "This is what you do to me," he said in accusation as he stroked himself fully.
She moaned with a sensual pout. "I wish I could take care of it."
"Heh, I wish you could, too. Your hands feel softer on me, and your mouth … damn, that was amazing." He gazed at her through the video screen. "I really wanted you at that restaurant."
"Me, too."
"I was so tempted to take you into the restroom and ravage you in there."
She moaned and remembered how she had wanted the same thing.
"You are a sinfully sexy woman, Lucy. So naughty like this, on the phone with your boss, showing him your pussy."
She suddenly slammed her legs shut as she was reminded of that.
"No, open them. I already know just how naughty you are. How about you show me your little toy?"
Although he already knew what it was, Lucy hesitated in humiliation before lifting the wand up.
"Hmm, looks decent enough. Now, show me how you use it on yourself."
She whimpered, but she clicked the switch that got the wand to vibrate. Then, slowly, she brought it down to her clit and lightly let it touch her there.
"Do you like using it?" he asked as he began to stroke himself.
She watched him, and she gasped. Loke was masturbating … to her.
"Oh? You knew I was doing this," he said, amused by her reaction. "Do you like watching me stroke myself?"
She timidly nodded.
"Good. Watch me, and think about my cock inside you."
She moaned, and she pressed the wand a little closer against her to feel the vibrations more. She began to move the wand up and down.
"Oh fuck, yes," Loke moaned. "Reach up. Touch your breasts for me."
She did, grabbing her boob, pinching her nipples, all while moaning.
"Oh shit, you look so good. Do you like how that makes you feel?" Her soft whimper was answer enough. "Has it made you wet?"
It had! She would have to clean off the wand again.
"I don't think it's enough."
That surprised her. Not enough? "It is," she protested.
"No. That's just pleasuring you on the outside. Maybe I should get you something else. Maybe a dildo, something you can thrust inside and squeeze around." He stopped and laughed at himself. "What a dirty thing for a boss to give to an employee! You might like it, though. A naughty girl like you … oh yes, you'd love to have something that reminds you of me, something you can put inside, fill yourself up when I'm not there."
A dildo, from her boss! Oh God, people got in serious trouble for that sort of thing! And that made the thought of it more dangerous and desirous. Something like that, a present from him to pleasure herself, something that could go inside, imagining it was him.
"Would you want one?"
"Are … are you serious?" she squeaked.
"Maybe." His smile was playful, and so she honestly could not tell if he was joking. "Although I wouldn't want you to enjoy it too much and not need me."
She laughed softly. "Not a chance of that."
"Oh?" he asked in amusement. "Do you prefer me?"
"Mm-hmm," she moaned, licking her lips.
He looked enthralled by her. "What do you like most?"
"Everything," she groaned. "The way you touch me, the way you grab me, your fingers inside me."
"Mmm. Do that. Touch yourself inside. That's what's missing here. I don't like the idea of some machine only pleasuring you on the outside. You deserve more. I wanna see your fingers pleasuring the inside of you."
Lucy gasped. He couldn't be serious! "It'll get messy."
"Good. I wanna see you become a mess."
It was humiliating enough doing this where he could see. To actually touch herself … she almost told him no outright, but then she looked down at his cock on the screen. He was showing her how he touched himself. Wasn't this only fair? Plus, he had touched there, licked there, smothered his face into that area. It wasn't like he had never seen fingers in her vagina before. The only difference was that it would be her own fingers down there.
Maybe he wanted to see how she did it so he could touch her the same way. Ooh, she wanted him to touch her!
"Only if you're okay with it," he assured.
That little bit of caring melted away her worries. Loke just wanted her to feel good.
"I … I normally … don't touch like that," she confessed.
"You've never fingered yourself?"
Her cheeks went bright and hot. "I … have. I just normally don't. It's … m-messy."
"You really do get wet," he had to admit. "If you're not comfortable, it's okay. I just want to know you're fully and completely pleasured."
Feeling self-conscious, she reached down. "M-maybe … a little?"
"Just one finger, if it's okay."
He was being so considerate, it made her feel more relaxed and confident. Him making sure this was fully consensual made her feel even more bold and empowered. She let her finger drift below the head of the wand, and she felt around.
God, she was drenched! She heard a soft gasp and saw in the phone screen, Loke was stroking himself faster. She was thrilled by the idea of driving him crazy. She allowed herself to relax, and her finger slid inside. She was honest when she said she rarely fingered herself, probably never since getting this vibrating wand. It did the job without much mess. She was surprised by how smooth it was inside.
"So warm," she moaned, and she heard Loke cuss in a hiss. "It's so soft inside."
"Yes, it is," he agreed. "Is it wet?"
"Dripping," she moaned, and the curse from him made her loins sizzle.
"Shit, I wanna be inside you," he growled. "I want you to squeeze my cock."
His cock? She tried to imagine it was him, but she realized it wasn't enough. She slid another finger in, and she squeezed herself around both. Lucy let out a loud moan, and her back arched up.
"Oh fuck, Lucy," he groaned. She opened her eyes to see his hand stroking rapidly. "Pound your fingers in. Let me hear you."
She did, and she quivered again, moaning louder. Her body knew what it wanted. Her two fingers twisted and reached right to where she knew it felt best.
"Oh fuck, is that your G-spot?" Loke asked in astonishment. "Touch there, Lucy. Fuck yourself there."
She didn't need his orders. She let her fingers pound and curl in right where it was most intense. Her other hand stroked the vibrator up and down, going faster, feeling everything building. Her voice was so loud, certainly all of her neighbors probably thought she had a man over that night.
"That's so good. Good girl. Oh God, you look amazing."
His voice kept her imagining he was there, and it was his fingers.
"Keep going," he urged, sounding breathless himself. "Keep touching there. You're almost there, I can tell."
Yes, he could tell about her. He knew how to pleasure her. Even this, knowing she was being watched, knowing she was putting on a show for her boss, was making her come apart. She panted faster, harder, and suddenly her neck threw back.
"Oh God!" she screamed. Her toes clenched up as her body burned and she could feel her walls spasming around her fingers. She slammed her fingers in and let the vibrator ride her through the waves of pleasure. Her body shuddered, and she barely heard the phone now.
"Oh shit, Lucy. Shit!"
Still tingling, she opened her eyes and grabbed her phone to be close enough to truly see it, just as Loke's hand stroked in a frenzy. He gasped, and she saw white spurting out his cock, dripping over his fingers, as his head sank back in exhausting.
"Oh God … oh fuck … that was … damn!" he muttered.
The vibrator was still against her, working out the last of the spasms, but she watched him closely over the video, how he milked himself, stroking gently through the end of it.
He was the man she admired so greatly for his ingenuousness and creativity. Why did she absolutely love to see him at his most vulnerable, overwhelmed by lust? Why did she like to know she could defeat him like this?
Loke grabbed some nearby tissues and wiped up. When he looked at the phone, he laughed, seeing her face so close.
"Good show?" he asked.
"Very good," she said with a smirk.
For a moment, he almost looked embarrassed, and the bashful expression surprised her. "Can I confess something?" He reached over and picked up the phone to hold it closer and see her face. "That's the first time I've done phone sex as well."
"Bullshit," she laughed.
"Are you calling your boss a liar?" he challenged playfully.
"Yes, I am."
"Well, it's the truth. I wanted to call you earlier, but I wasn't sure if I could pull this off. I had to research it."
"You researched phone sex? Now I know you're bullshitting."
"Okay, I watched a porn," he confessed, and it made her laugh even more. "I'm being honest. And to be fully truthful, I liked it. A lot! Did you?"
She sank in exhaustion on her pillows. "Yeah, I liked it."
"Please say we can do this again. I don't like having to do it over the phone, but…" He sighed, and she saw him collapse back into bed as well. "I can't have you every night," he said with a hint of loneliness. It was immediately banished by a naughty smile. "At least I can watch you."
"Well, I don't do this every day."
"Oh yeah? How often?"
Her cheeks heated up and she pouted that he was teasing her again. "Not too often."
Loke smiled at her, and his eyes went down to where her chest was just barely hidden. "Would you do it if I asked you to?"
"It depends," she said with an air of haughtiness. "I may not be in the mood."
Her attitude made him laugh, and he looked at her with adoration. "Well then, I'll have to figure out how to get you into the mood." He looked over her again, and Lucy saw him trying to look down. She saw in the camera, the image stopped right at her cleavage. Licking her lips, knowing what he wanted, she pulled the phone back a little more, enough to show her breasts. Loke stared, and for a moment she wondered if he would want a second round, sort of like how his virility seemed to have no end when they were together. Instead, he just admired them for a few seconds, then looked back up to her eyes.
"Do you still want to get together this weekend?"
"If you do."
"More than anything! Do you mind a hotel?"
"It's probably safer."
"Yeah … we'll be safer that way. And then we'll have a bed where we can do anything we want, and we don't have to worry about the sheets getting messy."
She smiled, but she was starting to get drowsy after all that.
"You look so … amazing like that." He laughed to himself, shaking his head. Then he tried to put some hidden thought aside. "Well, I hope you enjoyed dinner with the team tonight."
"I did," she assured.
"And this?" he asked.
She hummed and stretched, letting the phone go out and making sure it showed her breasts again. "Poor substitute," she said as sensually as she could, "but I liked it."
"Good," he whispered. "I should let you get some sleep. We both have to be at work early in the morning."
"Mmh, I guess so," she realized, disappointed that it had to end.
"Good night, Lucy."
"Good night, Mr. Leo."
The phone went dark, and she was left with a wet vibrator and tangled sheets on the bed. She let out a long, weary sigh and stretched.
His first phone sex? No way could she believe that! But the idea that Loke would research it by watching porn … that somehow seemed like something he would do. He was so thorough when it came to researching a product for work, it just seemed plausible.
Was this really a first for both of them? That made it seem so much more … important!
"Pu-puun?" came a bark, and Plue began to scratch at her closed door.
Lucy raised up, wrapped a robe around her flushed body, and walked over to open the door. Plue was there, wagging and looking worried.
"Hey, boy," she said, and she stroked his head. "It's okay." She looked over to the phone resting on her bed. "Everything is okay." Plue began to sniff her hand. "Oh my God! No, don't lick that."
She rushed to the bathroom to wash the wet mess on her fingers. How humiliating! Yet she had to admit, she loved even how lewd Loke was making her act.
The next day, Fairy Tail was the same as usual. She worked on her project, she had lunch with Cana and Levy, she did not see Loke around at all the entire day, which was not usually. Before being brought onto the Grand Magic Games team, it was rare to see him at work.
She did not stay too late that day, and when she arrived at home, she saw there was a package for her. She opened up her apartment, mindlessly petting Plue and he bounced around her happily. The plain brown package had no name, and the return address was a post office box in the same city. How odd. She fed Plue, then opened the package.
Inside, she found another box … with a dildo inside. Lucy gave out a soft scream, and Plue jolted up from his food dish.
"Oh my God, he didn't!" she cried out with her hands covering her mouth, and yet it was definitely certain. He had! With it was a letter.
"Call me before you try it out. I wanna watch."
"Oh, that … that … scoundrel!" she shouted.
Yet Lucy had to laugh. Already, she wanted to try it. She wanted to show him. But she also wanted to make him realize he could not order her around in this sort of situation. She picked up her phone and sent as vague of a text as she could, just in case Loke was around people who might see his phone.
"Package received. Request denied. I'll open it this weekend."
It took a minute, but her phone pinged back.
"Glad you got it. Disappointed at the delay. Bring it to my office Friday."
"Bring it to work?" she shouted in disbelief. No, some things she simply would not do.
"Not to work. Fetch it later."
"Understood. I'm busy tonight anyway. Keep the package sealed."
She huffed. "He wanted me to use it but he's busy tonight? I'm tempted to disobey my boss."
Chuckling naughtily, she typed back, "No promises I won't open it. It's mine now, after all."
There was no reply. Was he mad? Disappointed? Had he really wanted her to break in the dildo with him watching? Maybe she went too far. She fixed herself dinner, but she kept glancing at the phone. Maybe he really was busy. What was he doing? Was it for work? Was it something private? What did he even do in his private time?
She had settled down on the couch for some TV with Plue in her lap when her phone rang. She saw it was Loke, and not just a text. He was calling her! She muted the television.
"Hello?" she asked, her heart pounding.
"You vixen," he said, and she almost thought he sounded like he was bottling up rage. "I was in a rather important meeting, and you're talking about the dildo. Do you have any idea how stressful that was?"
She put on a smug tone, "Then maybe next time don't give me a sex toy until you're ready to use it."
"Did you open it?" he asked, sounding a little petulant.
"Not yet."
"You can. I just wanted to tease you. Of course it's yours, you can use it any time you want. Don't think I'm putting limits on what you do with your own body."
Again, he was being considerate, acknowledging her autonomy as a woman. "You were just being a scoundrel."
"You like to call me that," he noted.
"And you like to call me a naughty girl and a vixen."
"Because you are one."
"And you're a scoundrel."
He laughed at her openness to banter. "Fair enough."
"Do you … um … are you busy?"
He paused, she thought in shock, and when he spoke, his voice was sensual. "I'm free the rest of the night. Do you want to … talk?"
She bit her lip and looked over at the brown box. "Unless you want to wait until this weekend."
"Whatever you want, Lucy. Whatever makes you comfortable."
She stood up and walked to the package, looking at the picture on the box. "It looks kind of … intricate."
"It had the best reviews."
She laughed. Leave it to him to do research on what sex toy to buy for his lover!
"Is something funny?" he asked in confusion.
"No. I'm sure it pleasured plenty of women. It just looks complex."
"I'm sure it's easy to figure out. Turn on the switch, slid it inside, figure out where it feels best."
"I'd rather you help me figure this out. After all, you did all the research into it."
Loke chuckled softly. "I can talk you through it. Take it out of the box. Wash it thoroughly. Call me back when you're done. I want to fix myself a drink and slip out of this suit."
"Right," she said breathlessly. She hung up, but her hands were already shaking.
She took the box into the bedroom and shut the door. Plue sat on the couch, listening to the voices and noises coming from the bedroom. Meanwhile, the TV played silently, and Plue watched the images on the screen while Lucy moaned and gasped. Plue heard the deep voice of a man, but he smelled no strangers in the house, so he did not bark.
An hour later, Lucy came out, sweaty and flushed, and collapsed onto the couch. "He really is a scoundrel," she said to Plue, and she curled up with weary happiness. "And he's so … addictive!"
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Stellar Mistakes	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 14748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Stellar Mistakes