I see you || Loki

11. Amorous Awakening

Loki had developed an irritating habit of showing up in your room whenever he pleased. This time, he laid next to you in bed when you woke, propped on one elbow, watching you. The dawn light outlined him like a halo.

You groaned. "Why are you here?" You pulled the sheets over your head, too tired to be properly outraged at his intrusion.

"You called for me in your sleep."

"I did not."

"Of course you did." Loki joined you in the safety of your blanket haven, wriggling in close to you, sharing the air between you like a secret. "You must have dreamed of me. You were moaning and writhing in the sheets."

"I was not."

"Yes you were. You only quieted once my arms were around you." He pulled you against him as if to demonstrate. "I was half-persuaded to take you right then."

You raised your chin in challenge. "Then why didn't you?"

A wicked grin spread over his face. He leaned forward as if to kiss you, but stopped just before, close enough that his lips caught against yours as he said, "Because you haven't asked for it yet."

Ah... back to the familiar game. The blurriness of sleep cleared like a fading fog and the delightful possibilities of a playful Loki in your bed presented themselves. You burrowed into him, pressing all along his body, and tucked your face into the hollow of his throat. "Poor Loki. I'm so cruel to you."

"So terribly cruel," he said. His fingers trailed down your thigh, twisting and twirling the fabric of your shift up your legs.

You scraped your teeth over his jaw and rubbed your palm along the front of his pants, across his hardening erection. His harsh intake of breath was a reward all its own. "I'm afraid it won't be enough for you to ask me to bed you," you continued. "You'll have to beg. I want you on your knees."

"You've already had me on my knees, love, and the only one of us begging at the time was you."

"Is that what happened? Perhaps I need a reminder."

Loki laughed and pressed you against the bed in a burning kiss. You met his need with your own. He hiked your knee up around his waist, spreading you for him and pressing his erection against your core through your shift.

The clock at your bedside chimed. Loki growled, then pulled away from you. You whined as he stepped away, leaving you cold and wanting. He smirked and pressed a kiss against your lips. "That's the look I want to remember as I leave: you mad with needing me."

You sat up, your aroused mind bewildered by his sudden absence. "Leave? For where?"

"I am to go to Vanaheim. Will you be alright while I'm gone?"

"What?"

"Vanaheim—"

"Yes, I heard that part."

"Will you be alright without me here?"

You resisted the urge to laugh. "Why wouldn't I be?"

He returned, prowling closer with heat in his eyes. "You have a tendency to overthink when I'm not around to keep you focused." He cupped your jaw with one hand and leant to press a kiss to the sensitive spot behind your ear. A shiver ran through you at his touch. "I'm rather concerned that I'll come back and you'll have twisted your sweet self into thinking you can resist me and we'll have to start this process all over again. As fun as it is to spin you into my web, I have no desire to redo past efforts." His hand wandered lower, to the neckline of your shift. "To that end, pet, allow me to give your busy little mind an alternative." His fingers slid under the fabric, tracing the swell of each breast. Your eyes slipped closed. "I want you to think of me. Of us together. Of my cock inside you. Imagine me filling you until you don't see the distance between us anymore. Imagine shouting my name to the stars. I intend to find your hidden desires—the things that make you blush during the day and moan at night. I'll fulfill each and every one of them, sweet." You whimpered, clutching at his arms."Ask, and everything you want is yours." He nipped lightly at your ear, then pulled away with a sigh. "As much as I'd like to follow through on those promises now, darling, I'm afraid I don't have time for you this morning. I'll be late as it is." He stepped away from your bed.