The Sweetest Rose-LokixOC

Chapter 28

Something bashed Loki over the head waking him. He jolted upright, the sheets tangling around his waist. He looked around wildly, a painful knot throbbing on top of his head. Cassandra's staff hovered in the air in front of him, wiggling tauntingly in his direction, the raw crystal embedded in the top of the staff glowing brightly.

Brushing his hair out of his face, Loki glanced at the other bed. It was empty. The sheets and blanket were a jumble on the floor as if Cassandra had fallen out of bed. The smooth stones were icy cold against his bare feet as he crept across the floor. He peered into the bathroom but found no sign of Cassandra.

The staff floated toward the doorway. He followed the relic down the warren of hallways until they arrived outside in the training courtyard. The staff fell with a clatter.

Cassandra stood alone in her nightclothes near the wall. Head bowed, her long dark hair concealed her face from view.

"Cassandra?" Loki began hesitantly moving towards her.

She didn't respond.

Alarmed, Loki gently cupped her chin tilting her head back. Her normally warm brown eyes were blank. She appeared to be in a trance. He brushed his thumbs over her cheeks, while he tried to quell his panic at her unnatural pallor. "Cassandra? Come back to me, darling."

She sagged against him limply. Loki drew her face close to his and exhaled a cloud of cold air to rouse her.

Even that didn't work.

Whatever cruel vision had her in its grip refused to release her. Framing her beautiful face in his hands Loki leaned down and kissed her. Her lips were soft and still beneath his.

This is not how he wished their first kiss to be.

Loki had been fighting the desire to kiss her for months. He had believed he'd lost everything he ever cared about when Asgard was destroyed.

Loki was afraid to care. To lose Cassandra in the battle ahead and be left with nothing but more grief. But to lose her without trying, was infinitely worse.

If he continued to hold her at arm's length eventually, he'd lose her to another man. That he would not allow.

Gradually, Cassandra stirred to life beneath his lips, kissing him back.

A bright spark of desire unfurled in Loki's chest and he pulled her close deepening the kiss. Cassandra slid her hands up his chest, tangling her fingers in his hair the tips of her fingers brushing against his nape.

Her soft body molded to his as she twined her tongue with his in a familiar erotic dance. A scalding heat filled his veins and threatened to consume him as he held her in the circle of his arms.

Loki broke the kiss first, gazing down at Cassandra in wonder. She gazed back just as surprised, a pink flush decorating her cheeks. "I..." For once Loki was at a loss for words.

Instead, he lifted her around the waist, perching her on the low wall. Loki kissed her again, unable to resist the sweet taste of her. Cassandra was absolutely intoxicating.

Cassandra hooked a leg around his waist, locking him in place.

Loki could feel the warm core of her press against his groin. Her slender fingers curled at the waistband of his sleep pants and dipped beneath to caress his hipbone.

Loki jerked in surprise tearing his mouth away. Breathing hard, he stared down at Cassandra, vaguely wondering why he pulled away. She was willing and so was he. What stopped him from scooping her up and carrying her to bed to rid them both of the sexual tension that had been building for months?