Celebrian pushed Erestor’s face away with a grumble and yanked a pillow down from the bed to cover herself with. Just when they had really started to get going, her less than careful lover had rolled them onto the floor, knocking her face on the small cabinet next to the bed in the process.

“No, you hurt me!” she complained, although it was her pride that was more bruised than her face. Seeing his grin, she smacked the pillow into his face. “You owe me, Erestor, and you had better make it up to me well.”