Your Way Out

Lavender and Vanilla Temptation

A/N: This is a sexually explicit scene. Please read at your own discretion.        

He was a prince to a realm full of magic and wonder. He was a god to mortals with myths and legends dedicated to him, centuries before I was born. He was a sorcerer of unimaginable talent and cunning. To many, he was a cunning and power-hungry villain with derange ideas of grandeur. To me, he was the enchanting man who took my hand and lead me into steaming hot shower with him.

His wet slender fingers intertwined with mine as he gently pulled me close to him. Stepping over the lip of the marble shower, I was immediately hit with sodden heat. My silk gown clung to every curve, slowly soaking in vapor. The fabric creased around my hips and breasts as it cinched around my waist. I felt my nipples stiff as the gown exposed their hardness. I was practically naked. The sheer silk left nothing to the imagination, just a thin dampening veil.

With deft fingers, Loki slipped under a golden cuff that held my shoulder strap to the rest of my gown. His slender finger teasingly tugged it away from my skin. "Wouldn't want to ruin your pretty dress, yes?" he asked flirtatiously.

I bit my lip and nodded. Loki plucked the clasp and watched it fabric fall to my waist, exposing one breast to the humid air. He snapped the left one and soon my chest was bare. His hands skimmed my supple mounds with light attention, sliding down along the curves of my waist, and slithering into the fabric that still clung desperately to my hips. His touch quelled my sweltering skin.

Loki's cold sea-colored eyes were fixed on mine. I wanted to wander lower, and give is body all the attention it deserved, but his gaze was hypnotic. His jaw was a stiff sharp ridge as his mouth formed a serious, yet inviting, line. I wanted to kiss those lips. Relieve them of the burden they held. Yet, under his gaze and with his fingers brushing my skin, I refused to move. I refused to break this beautiful moment.

His hands gripped my tender flesh and pulled me against his hard wet body. Thin trickles of water cascaded from his soaked raven hair, down his face, over his lips, and poured over the rest of him like rivers cutting through stone. We shared that thread of water as our stomachs touched. I could feel the water drip below my waist, soaking into the dress, yet still it clung to my thighs, and spilled down my legs in spiral.

Loki took one hand off my hip and slipped his fingers into my dampened hair, lifting my head slightly. His face inched closer. My heart thrummed heavily as our lips met. The cold soft embrace like fresh fallen snow pressed against my eager kiss. A fine stream of water spilled into my mouth from his lip as I parted for him. Our tongues dancing together with the slow trickle of rain. He pulled away, but I impatiently nibbled his bottom lip, trying to lure him back. With a grin, he humored me, deepening the embrace. My stomach was enraptured by the subtle fiery licks of passion as it surged pleasantly throughout my veins.

Cold fingertips grazed my flushed cheeks. He took my face in a light grasp and held me still so he could pull himself away. I bit my lip, savoring the decadently sweet taste of his kiss.

"Did you miss me?" Loki whispered.

I nodded. "Did you miss me?" I asked back. I searched his eyes for an answer. Some glistening sensitivity that could convince me that I was doing the right thing. At the very least, that I wasn't doing the wrong thing.

His eyes were the same sharp mazarine blue. Like expertly cut pale sapphires dancing in a hypnotic trance. It was the kind of gaze that told me to throw caution to the wind. That this moment lived in a world outside of the one we lived in. A world were consequences didn't exist.

He leaned into me, skin to skin, as his right hand still occupied my hip, fingers slipped half-way into the dress. His lips pressed against my ear, and he whispered, as if telling me a secret, or a lie, "More than you'll ever know."