I see you || Loki

20. Kneeling Needs

You rested against the side of Loki's bath, arms folded over the edge and cheek rested on them. Your closed eyes blocked out the soft light, but not the gentle slosh of water, the smell of lavender and mint, or the feeling of the warm water as it lapped at your skin. Loki massaged your shoulders with practiced motions, interlacing each touch with kisses.

Clearly, he was trying to distract you.

"I have to go," you said, breaking the soft silence.

"Why?" Loki didn't pause in his movements. His fingers went to the nape of your neck. You moaned when he found a tight muscle there.

Loki was an endless distraction. How many days had it been now? Time had a funny way of turning to syrup here. Nights of tangled sheets and no sleep blurred into days filled with whispered words and soft touches.

"I can't stay here forever," you said.

"I don't see why not." The water shifted and Loki's hands wandered lower, snaking around your waist and pulling you against him. He kissed and bit at your neck, most likely making yet another bruise. He'd left a few already, seemingly determined to mark you as his. One hand cupped your breast while the other slid between your legs.

"Loki..." you protested, even as you moved to accommodate him. Your body was more easily persuaded by his attentions than your mind.

Loki hummed in your ear. "I like when you say my name, love, but that wasn't quite right." He slid a finger inside you and you gasped in response. "Try again."

His name came out as a plea this time.

"Much better." He turned you in his arms and tilted your face up to his. He came closer as if for a kiss, but stopped just short so you felt each puff of breath as he spoke. "Why is it that you want to leave me?"

"That's not what I'm saying." But you were starting to lose track of what your argument had been. With Loki so close, with his arms around you, you could hardly think.

"Then why do you want to go?"

"I—" You stopped, mind hazy. You shook your head. "I have to." There had been a reason. A good one.

Loki didn't give you time to find it, coaxing you instead into a long, sweet kiss. His hands mapped your body, the heat of his fingers leaving chilling trickles of water in their wake. You shivered and pressed closer to him. He smiled against your lips and pulled you back with him to the middle of the bath, letting your bodies sink into the warm water again.

The kiss continued, long and luxurious. Loki slid his tongue into your mouth, a lazy exploration that filled you with the taste of him. He traced the line of your hips, then settled on the curve of your ass. His hands spanned your buttocks, pulling your more firmly against him so you could feel the evidence of his desire hard against your stomach. You took a shuddering breath.

Yes, please.

Loki's fingers wound into your hair and held you at his mercy as he worried your throat with his teeth. He ran his tongue up the column of your neck to your ear.

"I want you to touch me now," he said.

A small part of you sparked at the words. A bubble of humor rose through you and you suppressed the urge to laugh. "I am touching you." How many times had Loki said the same thing?

Loki pinched your backside, not hard enough to hurt, but hard enough that you yelped in surprise.

"You're learning such bad habits, spitfire."

"I wonder who it is that taught me." You hummed and hoisted yourself closer to him, bringing your faces even. The movement let you drag your thigh across his erection and Loki's eyes slipped closed.