Your Way Out

Rose Colored Moon

I slipped into bed with school girl giddiness. I picked out pajamas like a date outfit, changing in and out of three different pairs. I settled on a satin burgundy two piece. Shorts and a thin strapped combo. The perfect combination of comfortable and sexy.

Wrapped under a plush comforter, I plunged into the deep dark depths of unconsciousness.

The room was coated in darkness. Familiar shadows of an easel and desk protruded in the dim stillness. I let my eyes wonder, discerning reality from my subconscious. I rolled over and peered out the window. Outside, New York City had transformed into a black sea of obsidian waves crashing against pristine steel monoliths and skyscrapers. Hanging above the tormented waters was a rose colored moon, reflecting pale pink light into my room. The full saucer was accompanied by a billion diamonds twinkling against the pitch black void of space. Cascades of colorful nebulas streaked the sky like plumes of glittery clouds. 

It was a magical sight, but here it felt normal. Completely nonplused. I sat up in bed and searched the darkness for him. A tall silhouette shrouded vaguely in darkness. He stood in the corner of the room, peering out the other window The moon bathed his handsome face in rose colored light. 

"I like what you've done with the place," he said, noticing my attention on him.

I sat up straight and pulled my knees to my chest. My bare legs and arms made me feel exposed under his gaze. His footsteps were quiet, but could shatter glass in this hushed world. He walked closer to me. My heart bounced. 

"Were you waiting long?" I asked nervously. 

Kneeling down to my level, he spoke a simple, "No." 

I watched his eyes study my face then trail lower to my body, before snapping back to meet my eye. I couldn't read him here. His face was calm and elegant. His eyes were tepid baby blue waters. I was nervous and vulnerable. 

In one swift motion, Loki was hovering over me. His face was an inch away from mine. His cold smooth hand slipped over my cheek and nestled into the locks of my hair. Gently, he pulled my face closer. There was no force. It was like he was guiding me to his lips. Just before we could close the gap, he stopped. 

"You're trembling, little bunny," he said.

My attention shifted from his lips to his eyes. A devious twinkle illuminated behind them. 

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Loki asked, his hot breath rushing over my lips.

I nodded. 

He cracked a smile and chuckled darkly. "I already know that. I want to hear you say it."

His command sparked a moment of courage. Ignited a small fire inside my stomach. 

"I want you to kiss me," I managed to whisper. 

His lips met mine in a deep embrace. I leaned in to meet his passion. His kiss was sweet and intoxicating. His lips began to part and mine simply opened for him. I felt his fingers lace and grip my hair as he pulled me in. A small moan escaped my throat.

Loki released me, pulling away with a satisfied grin. My face was hot and numb at the same time. A flurry of emotions boiled over in my brain. This is so wrong. But his taste was still dancing on my lips. They were right there. Smiling at me. How long had it been since I was able to touch someone?

My knees were still pressed against my chest. Loki eyed my legs and then back to me. A devilish expression passed over his face. With a one chilling grip, he took my hands, and locked them above my hands. He was on the bed. He placed his free hand on my knee. His sly fingers nimbly severed the bond keeping my legs together and spread them with ease. I felt his touch graze my inner thigh. A shiver ran through my body.