Fourteen

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A/N: This chapter contains a bit of spice as well at the start, again, for those of you who don't like to read it, you can skip ahead to the paragraph after the first double-space. You won't miss anything about the plot.

Layla stirred on the bed.

There was an arm over her waist, over the sheet of her bad and she could someone breathing down her neck.

"You finally woke up," Loki said, snuggling his head to the crook of her neck.

Her eyes flashed open. He had wakened up before her? She had slept in?

"What time is it?" she asked, turning around to face him.

He shrugged. "Something like 11 AM? I'm not sure. Val woke up half an hour ago,"

Her eyes widened. After years of not being able to fall asleep and staying like that, she had slept in? And that situation happened to her after she allowed herself this time with Loki?

She really needed to have a talk with her own brain.

Her eyes drifted to the window and the bright sunlight caused her to squint. "It's morning," she said slowly.

He furrowed his brows. "Is it?"

With a snap of his fingers, the sunlight disappeared and the night sky fell before her eyes. She sat up on the bed, turning to him.

"What did you do?"

"Relax, darling, even I can't turn back time. It is a simple charm,"

She couldn't help but smile. "We said one night only,"

A playful smirk appeared on his face. He held her hands. "It still seems like night to me, is it not?"

She let him pull her body over his and kiss her. God knew she wished it still was night, she didn't want to leave this bed.

In a sense, she supposed, a God knew.

His arm went down to her waist and then rolled them over. He got on top of her and started leaving little kisses over to the piece of skin he sucked on last night.

He was kissing the tip of her chin, working his way up, when she felt the chill of his cold fingers on her skin, going down.

His thumb pressed over her clit and he swallowed her moan by pressing his lips to hers. He laid his body next to hers, pressing to her from behind, just as his fingers started making a different kind of magic and he was kissing her.

Before she could take it any longer, he slid one of his fingers inside of her and let out a chuckle when she let out a gasp.

In a few moments, his thumb and finger had caught the same rhythm and she stretched out on the bed, pushing herself against his fingers. Every time she did, she'd brush past his length and it only made her get in the mood more.

She wrapped her hand around his head and lifted her own head back, to his shoulder, and then his other hand was on her breasts again, massaging.

Just as she stirred, he added another finger and her head was spinning away. She picked up her pace, riding his fingers rigorously.

When she tightened around his fingers he left a sloppy kiss on her cheek. "Lift up your leg for me,"

She threw the sheet off of their bodies and did as she was told. That got him to laugh. "Such obedience, Lady Wilson, be careful, someone might ask you to kneel,"

She let out a smile as she exhaled. She turned her head at him, wanting to look at him when she said those words. "And I just might, if you behave,"

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