Ophelia (Loki x OC)

Chapter Nine

Ophelia bit her already stubby nail as she waited. Placing her hand on the flat spot of her chest, she cringed. Partially from pain, and partially from sadness. She hadn't dared to look at her bare skin, although Loki gently recommended making sure it wasn't getting infected. He said that before he left Ophelia to worry about the murder that was going to take place.

Loki was in flames. Ben had gotten his filthy mitts on his girl, which he didn't like anyways, never mind to harm her. And Loki was set to kill. So with a quick kiss Loki had run out the door to track down Ben.

Ophelia, quite tired from the day, slipped out of her tight skirt and flowered blouse. She looked down and gasped lightly. A bandage covered her breast, and a small circle of dried blood coloured the left part of the cloth. Unraveling it carefully, Ophelia stepped into the bathroom. She stood naked in the mirror, staring at the large, thick set of stitches that replaced her ample breast. Little bits of dry blood covered the area, and Ophelia quickly put a towel on and stormed into the kitchen. She searched the cupboards until she found her half empty bottle of vodka. She brought it back to the bathroom with her, and pulled her towel down to reveal her stitches. She slowly opened the cap and squeezed her eyes shut and mentally prepared for the pain. She poured the clear alcohol down her chest and let out a loud, wincing groan. Tears threatened to fall, but she held them back, trying to be strong. Taking deep breathes, Ophelia opened her eyes and used the towel to wipe up the access vodka and set the bottle down. She then braided her hair and put on one of the collared shirts Loki had left lying around. She inhaled his musk which had a pepperminty scent to it. She didn't find it unmanly, not at all. It was comforting and she loved it.

Ophelia reached over and switched off the lamp light and curled up into the bed under the thick comforter. She allowed her eyelids to rest, and she slowly dozed off.

The motel door crept open, and a tall shadow moved across the floor, careful not to wake up the sleeping person in the rickety bed.

Loki gently put down his blood soaked coat onto the chair and slipped his shoes off. Glancing at Ophelia, she stirred under the covers and sat up a little.

"Loki?" She whispered in the dark.

He came and sat on the bed.

"I dispatched the man whore."

"You...killed Ben?"

"Did you not want me to?" Loki asked darkly.

He could see her shining white teeth through the dark appear in an evil grin.

"No. That's perfect."

She crawled towards him on hand and knees, and placed a passionate kiss on his pale lips. She supported herself by putting a hand on either side of his legs, and Loki brought a hand to the back of her head, stroking her soft, wavy hair. Ophelia took charge and deepened the kiss, licking Loki's bottom lip. She gained entrance when he opened his mouth just a bit. Her slim tongue met his and she sighed softly at the taste of him. They broke away for air, and Loki slowly backed her away from him and laid her on her back. She reached forward with experienced fingers and unbuttoned his white shirt, while he moved his hands down to the grove of her spine. He flung aside the shirt and watched Ophelia smile as she ran her hands down his thin but toned chest. He leaned down and kissed her again, this time with more force. Ophelia gasped under him, which made the God smile against her full lips. He moved further, to her neck and collar bone. He smiled as he opened his shirt on her body. He liked how she looked in it. He moved the shirt aside as he nipped at her collar bone, earning a small moan from her. Ophelia took off her shirt, and Loki let his hand wander gently over the stitches.

"I don't think you have been more lovely than you are now." He breathed.

Ophelia wet her bottom lip.

"Do you mean that?"

Loki nodded as he placed a loving kiss on her stomach. He kissed her feet and her legs, her inner thighs and then her naval. Gasping, Ophelia gripped the sheet as he flicked his tongue over her womanhood.

"You are divine." He whispered in a voice like silk. He only received a gasped moan back, but he continued and inserted his tongue into her. Roughly grabbing his dark hair, Ophelia arched her body onto his mouth.

As she grinded her hips against his touch, she became very close to climaxing, so she stopped Loki, guiding him back upwards. He had a devilish grin on as he positioned himself above her entrance. He had to resist just going all out and just pounding into her like some animal, but he refrained.

Careful not to hurt Ophelia, Loki pushed his member into her, already almost driven mad by the pleasure of her walls pressed against his hard cock. She gasped loudly, then moaned just above a whisper. Slowly, Loki moved deeper into her, following her deep intakes of breath and loud exhales.

"Oh...oh Loki.." Ophelia gripped his shoulders and clawed him as he moved faster and deeper into her. Loki knew he was going to come, but he did everything he could to wait for her. Hitting that special spot inside of her, Ophelia came loudly, followed by Loki releasing all tension as well. He called out her name, and shook violently against her sweaty skin. They laid tangled in each other, panting.

Loki pulled back and with light lips, kissed Ophelia's stitches.

"Tomorrow we shall prepare to leave for New York."

Ophelia nodded and stroked his unruly hair. "Let's sleep though, luv. I'm so tired."

The Norse God nodded and climbed under the blankets with his lover. Ophelia rested her head on his bare chest, and closed her blue eyes.

The sun shone through the ugly green curtains onto the bed and across the two sleeping bodies. Loki rolled over, kicking Ophelia in the process, and opened one eye. He groaned, and covered his face with his forearm.

"Ophelia."

She mumbled something but didn't move.

"Ophelia!" Loki grabbed a pillow and whipped it at her head.

"Ow, fucker!" She punched his arm through a smile. She looked at the clock.

9:43.

"Oh, yeah right." Ophelia sat up in bed. "Let's go to New York."

Author's Note:

So there was that little scene where Ophelia is all like "MWAHAHAHA!!!!" But then yeah.....so ANYWAYS next chapter is Tony's fundraiser...any predictions? What's going to happen? How are they going to get the code?

Please review, I look forward to comments more than my next meal.