A slave spying on a king

Astrid opens her eyes as the sound of the singing birds starts to fill the bedroom. Loras is next to her, softly breathing, still deeply asleep.

She smiles and brushes her fingertips over his closed eyes, over his lips, over his chest. It's nice to see him so calm, without that constant smirk glued to his face. Images from last night come back to her mind. She never thought she could feel passion like that. It was like her entire body was thrown into flames. He wasn't as gentle as the first time either. He bit, pushed, and pulled like he was a starving animal eating her alive. She blushes remembering. Can't say she didn't enjoy it, but who is she going to have a serious talk with him this morning when all she has in her mind is his whispered orders?

Turn around!

Lick it!

Open your mouth!

She shakes her head. She can't get all fired up again first thing in the morning.

She gets up. If she's going to sit here, looking at him as he sleeps half naked, she will end up tied to that bed for