Two Souls, One Life.

Raw Feelings.

Author's Note: 

Surprise! 

What is this, you may ask?

Well, it is what you perceive it. 

I won't say much more, because I want you to see for yourself. 

Happy reading. 

P.S. The playlist up above is for you to interpret however you want. 

I placed it there, because the duo brings peace to one another. 

And I thought it would perfect but, like I said, it's however you wish to interpret it. 

Carry on loves. 

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Placing my pen down, I released a heavy yet relieved breath. 

Sitting back against my chair, I let the silence of the room to embrace me as a whole. 

The need to relax was high.

 Pouring your water of memories isn't as easy as people make it seem. A variety of emotions follows you to the path of disclosure, and you either let it drown you or you continue to let it follow you until you hit your limits. 

At this point, I hit my limit, and the thought of heading to bed sounds very pleasing at the moment. Yet, I also wanted to jot down a few words for the next part of my journey of  declaration. 

As if my thoughts were heard out loud, I was mildly disturbed from my partially relaxed state when a pale yet familiarly warm hand rested on mine, while it lay on the mahogany desk. My gaze was fixed on the hand that embraced mine as it gently interlaced our fingers together in that position, a pleasant sensation coarse through my being. 

My heart rate had sped up a notch, while I felt a welcoming presence behind me. An indication that I wasn't entirely alone, and I did not mind that one bit. 

Slowly, I tilted my head up to meet the eyes of the initiator and was gifted with a beautiful sight. 

Raw emotion shone on his striking structures. The playful smile that had been commonly seen on his soft lips, wasn't there. You would think he was angry if  it wasn't for the desire and adoration that his stunning orbs graces. 

His stare was intense as I slowly gulped. Butterflies roamed my stomach at his gaze and I decided to nick the thick tension that had grown with each passing minute. 

"L-Loki?" 

"Shhh, my darling...," he coaxed in his velvety tone as he leaned down and pressed a kiss on my temple. So soft, so tender. My breath hitches when he leans down further, his lips barely touching my ear. 

A breath of a whisper escaped from him, "Allow me to carry you to bed, my sweet pet."  I felt my cheeks grow warmth of scarlet red, as I felt him nudge my bare neck with his nose. 

His hand continues to lovingly caress mine on the table, as he waits for my answer. Clearing my throat, I attempted to catch my breath. "How can I feel you," I asked instead. 

I peered down at our intertwined hands, "The physical touch? The emotions pouring out of you?" 

Surely, our bond will always be strong and the love will be stronger. Yet, this was a different yet enjoyable sensation. 

Bringing me back to the present, my heart fluttered as I felt a smile pressed against my neck. Pressing a soft kiss there, he gently removed his hand from mine while he stood at his full height. 

The loss of his touch and the warmth of his embrace, almost made me whimper in sadness, but I bit the urge away. However, the feeling faded as I felt my chair being moved to face the god of mischief, himself. 

My warm colored eyes peered up at him as a surprise expression rested on my features. His emeralds held the same emotions as a new emotion was added and that of amusement. That charming smile of his never fading as he moved in closer to me. 

Charming he is, indeed. 

Bringing his left hand up, he spreads his long fingers on my cheek and gently caresses it. Leaning in, he pressed a soft kiss on my forehead that made my eyes flutter close. Then, he speaks. 

"The desire to be touched oozes from your veins. You, my dear, yearn for the feeling of being kissed, caressed, held, and loved.." Admiring me, as he pushed my hair away from my face gently, he continued, "And as your lover, I am simply doing what is right." 

Despite the circumstances, a teasing smile forms on my lips as my eyes open. Peering up at him through my lashes with tenderness, I respond, "And what of you?" Gently, I placed my hand on his that held my face as if I was a fragile porcelain doll. Tender and with care.

Pressing on, my tongue held a teasing tone, "Am I the only one that bears these desires? Or are we aligned as we oh so claimed to be?"  

His smile widens, and oh was it a lovely sight. My breath hitches in my throat, however, as he leans down to my height and ever so gently brushes his lips against mine. I pressed my hand down his left broad shoulder as his unoccupied hand rested on my right hip and gave it a tender squeeze. 

Peering into my ambers with his dark emeralds, he whispers against my lips as his accent heavy. 

"Oh darling, we are more than aligned," he pauses as a mischief-full smile now rests on his soft tempting lips, "I can assure you that and more if you wish for me to." 

I gulped.

With that, I was carried to bed. 

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Probably the most shortest chapter I ever written. 

As you can see, it was a filler. 

I know how you desire to see more of their relationship.

Therefore I had given it to you...partially of it, at least. 

But, two chapters in a day, wahoooo! 

That means double the read and much more to binge read, while I work on the next chapters. 

I hope you guys enjoy it. 

And like always, please vote and comment. 

Thank you! 

See you!