Give me Love

19. The Wolf and the Dove*

*Loki's POV*

The sun streamed in the window and directly into Loki's eyes. He groaned softly, covered his face with his arm and turned away from the intruding sunlight. He definitely wasn't a morning person; especially not when the night had been so wonderfully perfect. His eyes cracked open slightly, knowing there was little chance of him returning to sleep... That was when he noticed it – not the unwanted warmth of the damn sunlight – but the missing pressure of (Name)'s body above him... He sleepily groaned and rolled over. She wasn't in the bed at all. Immediately his eyes snapped open and he sat up.

There was no sight of her... The shower in the ensuite wasn't on – in fact the door was open and the room was completely empty – and she wasn't on the balcony... He gritted his teeth. Damn it! How could he have been such a fool?! She had just used him; made him feel comfortable – vulnerable even – and then she left. He threw the sheets from his body, pulled pair of pants on, and quickly ran down the hallway.

Completely forgetting his ability to teleport, Loki charged out of the elevator and through the lounge room on the main level, but stopped when he saw something out of the corner of his eye.

"(N...Name)?" his emerald eyes focused on the (h/c) haired woman, standing in the kitchen, cooking; with his, his, black silk shirt hanging from her (adj.) frame. She turned, a small, nervous smile on her lips; but it quickly faded.

"Is something wrong...?"


*Your POV*


"Is something wrong...?" your brows pulled together and you stepped away from the warmth of the stove. Stress, worry and anger were coloring his features. You took another step, "L-Loki." The irate haze vanished from Loki's eyes

"What are you doing out here?" he growled.

"I-I... uh..." you used the spatula in your hand to gesture to the pans, "p-pancakes..." You stuttered as your chest constricted. Shit... This was it. This was his emotional one-eighty. He was about to return to the cruel, harshness you were so afraid of. Loki's head tilted to the side slightly and he moved forward curiously.

You anxiously bit down on your lip as Loki examined the plate of fluffy pancakes, jug of batter, and the half cooked batter in the frypan.

"I thought you were trying to run from me..."he murmured.

"I – what?" again you gestured to the pans, not entirely understanding his erratic emotions. "A-All this is, is Breakfast. I got hungry and you were still asleep..." You tried to explain, but Loki still didn't seem convinced with your motives...

"You were going to eat without me?" He asked suspiciously.

"I was going to cook them, and then bring them all up to eat them in bed... The tiles down here make it too cold..." You pointed towards a large tray filled with various spreads and the other few toppings you could find, a small jug of orange juice and cutlery. Loki's harsh eyes met your own,

"You were not trying to run?"

"What? No-," Quickly Loki stepped forward and seized your lips. His tongue gently traced your lower lip and he pulled your body tightly to his own. Your initial reaction was to pull away, surprise taking over your instincts, but you promptly found peace and calm within the kiss; so much so that your hand moved to rest on Loki's bare chest as the other settled on the crook of his neck.

A deep burning scent reached your nose, forcing you to pull away.

"Damn," You quickly stepped around Loki and flipped the now burned pancake over. You threw the black pancake into the bin and poured some more batter onto the pan with a soft sigh. You didn't know why, but you couldn't let yourself turn back around to Loki. You could feel his intense gaze on your back, and you were almost certain that nothing would have changed if you turned around... but still you couldn't manage it.

"What is this?" Loki asked. You turned the heat of the pan down before nervously spinning around to face him.

"I-It's called Nutella. Hazelnut and chocolate spread. I found it in the freezer; I think it should still be okay to eat..." With that, Loki sunk the tip of his finger into a jar of thick, brown spread before licking it clean. He studied the unlabelled jar intently,

"This is surprisingly delightful..." The inquisitive look on his face made you smile. This felt so different... so foreign to what you were accustomed to, and even to how you were feeling only moments ago. How could one night with Loki change everything so much...? You should have been afraid... cautious... but you weren't... You weren't afraid. Loki turned to you, a small, mischievous smile on his face. Suddenly the nerves returned to your stomach; what was he planning?

smut

Loki placed the jar on the counter, but not before scooping some more of the spread onto his fingers; he then stepped forward and smeared it on your lips. Your brows furrowed,

"What are you-," You were cut off when Loki's lips crashed against your own. His tongue trailed along your lips, before slipping passed them to tease your own pink muscle. The sweet, nutty taste of the chocolate spread mixed with Loki's own taste was an amazing thing. Your fingers tangled in his raven black hair, and opened your mouth more – giving him easier access. All too quickly Loki pulled away, but quickly returned – though, not in the exact manner you had expected. He smeared more of the chocolate on your lips, neck and chest. He let it sit on your body for a moment before he licked and sucked your skin clean. A needy moan built in your throat and you could feel your legs turning to jelly.

Swiftly Loki lifted you onto the counter, knocking the jars over in the process, and settled himself between your legs.

"Do you still want me?" he asked while running his hand up your thigh. Your mouth fell open slightly.

"I-..." You looked into Loki's eyes for a long minute. "Yes..." you breathed softly.

Without another word, Loki ripped the shirt from your body, allowing his hands unrestricted access to every inch of your body. Of course he wasn't interested in every single part of your body; his main focus was on the dampening warmth between your legs, and it didn't bother you in the slightest. You felt unnaturally empty, and almost craved his presence within you. Loki apparently sensed your waning patience, because the next thing you knew, he separated your legs, unzipped his pants, and entered you – no preparation, no warning, he just pushed passed your lower lips and began thrusting away mercilessly. For a moment, your mind took you back to that night in the cells, but when his thrusts slowed to a loving pace, and his lips met your own in a gentle kiss, you were brought back to the present – to your Loki.

After shedding the thoughts of the night in the cells, your body started to go numb – excluding the overwhelming pleasure coming from Loki's cock – and slowly you felt yourself reclining onto the cold countertop. Loki leaned forward to nuzzle into the crook of your neck, which also allowed him to force himself deeper into your cunt. A sharp gasp left your throat and your legs hooked around his frantically moving waist.

"Oh God... Please... Please..."

"What?" Loki groaned,

"Please don't stop. Please don't stop!" Loki's hips slowed for a moment so he could take in your breathless, needy state; it took only a moment and he had picked the speed, tenfold.

Your head rolled back and your hand fell against the countertop to stop yourself from falling back. In doing so, you lent in a growing puddle of runny Nutella. Usually you would have sighed out of irritation, but this was a different situation, and without hesitation you reached up and smeared it on Loki's chest before licking and sucking on his skin. You guessed he missed the easy access to your lips because Loki seized your hand and began sucking your fingers clean. You were certain that you both would end up with red marks scattered across your bodies by the end of the day; usually you would have seen that as humiliating... but in this situation, with this man, you didn't.

Loki's chest wasn't completely clean when you pulled back, but you were certain that if you tried to take in anymore of the sticky chocolate spread, you would be sick – mainly due to the constant rocking motion. The raven haired man chuckled and leaned down to kiss you, making sure his chest pressed against your own. You pulled away slightly, in need of air - - but just as the warm air hit your lungs, you felt your end nearing. You harshly bit your lower lip, but that didn't stop your orgasm from forcing the moan from your throat. Your entire body convulsed and constricted, which forced Loki over the ledge as well, and he released deep within you.

You both laid there for several minutes, dazed and in a veil of remaining pleasure. In the distance you could hear the pancake sizzling and smell it burning... but you didn't care. You didn't want to move, and even if you wanted too, you were certain Loki wouldn't allow you too.

A surprised squeal left your lips as Loki scooped you into his arms.

"W-What are you doing?" you asked while tightly wrapping your arms and legs around him for support.

"I think a shower is in need, don't you agree?" Loki smiled wide as he began walking.

"What about breakfast?" The raven haired man licked a missed smear of Nutella from your neck,

"We'll make it lunch."