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Chapter Twelve: Fire

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Yellow morning sunlight slanted in through the large windows at the one end of my room. I was laying on my side, towards the light. I smiled, stretching my arms over my head. But when I moved, I became aware of the weight around my waist. I looked down, slowly.

An arm was draped over the curve of my waist, the hand sprawled against my stomach. I swallowed, hard. I already knew who it belonged to.

I heard a soft breath from behind me, warmly grazing the back of my neck as Loki stirred, drawing me into him.

"Fuck me," I cursed under my breath.

"Would you like me to?" Loki's gruff morning voice sounded directly beside my ear, so close it caused chills to crawl down my spine.

I startled, pushing to a seated position. My face flushed when my top sagged down, without the corset to keep it in place. I hurriedly folded my arms over my chest.

"Nothing I haven't seen before, love," Loki smirked, grazing a hand against my thigh, "But something I'd very much enjoy to see again."

"How long have you been awake?" I asked.

"Long enough to enjoy holding you this morning," he responded, "And before you accuse me of sneaking in here late at night, as I'm sure you will, it was you who asked me to stay."

"I know. I... I remember," I forced out, more heat rising in my cheeks.

"I don't detect any regret in your voice," Loki remarked, raising his brows, "I think perhaps you enjoyed sleeping next to me."

"Do you ever stop?" I rolled my eyes.

"I will if you lay down with me again."

I glared at him, and he gave me his best 'please' face. I shook my head, chuckling.

"You have an adorable laugh," he said, pushing himself up to a seated position across from me. When the blankets fell away from him, I realized that he hadn't been wearing a shirt. I blushed.

"See something you like?" Loki purred, leaning in and speaking beside my ear.

I smiled, pulling back and looking coyly up at him. I touched his chin with the tips of my fingers, grazing his jawline, before tangling my fingers into his black hair, and pulling his face into mine.

I felt him smile, no doubt proud of himself, against my lips as he kissed me forcefully, pushing me to lie down so that he was on top.

"If only this is how I could start each of my mornings," he said breathily as he kissed my ear, and the side of my neck.

Just then, the creak of my door being pushed open sent a jolt through me, and I shoved Loki so forcefully he tumbled off the bed. I pushed his face down as Sigrid and Bodil waltzed in, trying to keep him hidden from view.

"Morning," I greeted them, smiling.

"How was your night with Loki?" Sigrid asked, leaning against my desk.

"I didn't suffer as much as I thought I would." My leg was hanging over the side of the bed. I didn't notice it until I felt Loki's fingers grazing up my calf, pulling up the skirt of my dress. I shuddered and swatted him, but he only lifted a finger to his lips and winked.