Libido Lunares ch4 snippet:
“Rey, it’s the middle of the night. Are you okay?”
Rey tried to ignore the worry she heard in his voice. And gravelly tone that came from waking up in the middle of the night. Right now she wanted to be upset with him and him being worried was not conducive to that.
“No I’m not okay Mr. I-can-just-sit-in-the-fucking-moonlight-to-recharge-my-magic! And this is all your fault! You think it’s easy to have an orgasm? Well it’s not! Not for me at least. And you basically assigned me three of the bloody things like it’s no big deal and nothing is working because you went and put too much fucking pressure on me. What kind of sex witch can’t have a goddamn orgasm whenever they need to? This is all your fault and I may or may not hate you just a little bit right now!”
Rey took a deep breath at the end of her rant and collapsed onto her bed.
“Okay, slow down for a second and let me catch up. I put too much pressure on you to have three orgasms and you’re upset. Is that right?” Rey nodded her head before remembering that he couldn’t see her.
“Yes that’s right.” She heard movement on Ben’s end of the line, cloth rustling as though he’d just put a shirt on.
“I told you I would help you Rey. This falls in line with that.” She wasn’t sure if it was the calm in his voice that set her off or her worry that he wasn’t taking her crisis as seriously as she felt he should. Either way, Rey growled into the receiver,
“You have my address.” Without examining the meaning behind her own words, Rey ended the call and threw her phone down on the bed.
Twenty minutes of fruitless and frustrated attempts later, there was a knock on her front door.
He wasn’t exactly sure what he’d been expecting when Rey opened her front door. But immediately being greeted with hot pink toenails and an irresistible expanse of leg almost brought him to his knees right there on her little front porch.
All of the dreams he’d had of her paled in comparison to the angry brunette standing before him in nothing but a T-shirt and a pair of plaid panties. Through the T-shirt, he could see the outlines of her nipples and he was reminded of the box of lepidolite stones.
Ben noticed the moment the haze of anger and frustration left her eyes, replaced almost instantly with panic. Her cheeks were flushed and she looked ready to bolt. The look she gave him made him worry that he’d fucked up, misreading her reminder that he had her address as invitation to come over.
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“We don’t have to anything you don’t want to do,” he broached softy. She still looked skittish as fuck.
“I don’t even know what I want Ben. I just know that you said I had to have at least three orgasms and I can’t even get close to one. And now you’re here and you said you’d help but how are you supposed to help? Does being a sex witch mean I should start sleeping around? Because I’ve never had much success in that area before. Oh god, are we going to sleep together? Is that what you meant? Ben, I can’t have sex with you. It’s stupid considering you’re the literal man of my dreams and I’ve definitely been having fantasies about you since the day I met you but sex always fucks things up and the last thing I want to do is fuck up our relationship because I actually like you and holy fuck I’ve said all of that out loud! Fuck!”
Ben watched as Rey clasped her hands over her mouth, as though that would prevent her from rambling, and confessing, further. He couldn’t help focusing, for just a moment, on the fact that she’d said she liked him. Just a simple phrase at the end of a run-on sentence held so much weight in his mind.