Heaven Sent (Loki/Asgard Fanfiction - Aislinn's Story)

Chapter Eight

When he opened his eyes again, it was morning and Aislinn was curved against him, her dark hair streaming across his chest, her head nestled against his shoulder, her arm possessively over his stomach. The chill surprised him, because she was under the sheet and the blanket and the ceiling fan hadn't been running. If it weren't for the fact that her breath skittered teasingly across his chest, he'd think she was dead.

One of those girls who is always cold. He smiled as she tightened that arm about him. Damn, she felt good against him. He didn't want to untangle himself from her, but unfortunately, nature called. Between morning wood and having to piss, she ran the risk of being impaled if he didn't get up.

"Steve...?" Her mumble was thick with sleep and she didn't open her eyes.

"I'll be right back, beautiful," he whispered, kissing the top of her head before carefully untangling himself from her to ease over to the edge of the bed.

He took care of business, groaning with relief and as he was padding back toward the bed, absently scratching his chest, the sound of Jake's, "Hey, I think Stevie's got a girl here!" caught his ears.

Shit. He'd left Aislinn's chambray shirt in the living room last night. The last thing he wanted was for Jake to come crashing through the door, thinking it'd be real funny to embarrass Stevie's girl.

With that in mind, Steve opened his top dresser drawer and fished out a pair of navy blue boxer briefs, slid into them, and reached for the pair of black sweatpants tossed haphazardly in the armchair by the slider.

He pulled the door shut and made his way downstairs, where Jake was sprawled on the huge gray sectional sofa, holding up Aislinn's shirt, saying, "Who do you think it is?"

"It's Aislinn's and keep your voices down. She's still sleeping," Steve said, striding into the living room.

Rob looked up from the breakfast bar, where he was eating a bowl of cereal and reading the paper. "She's still here?"

"Yeah. She fell asleep, so I let her sleep." He fought off a yawn as he reached over to snag the shirt from Jake. "And you should let her sleep as well."

"So you got lucky last night, way to go, my man!" Jake held up his hand for a high-five.

Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. "Are you kidding me, Jake? What're we? Fifteen?"

Eddie grinned. "How was she?"

Rob reached for the cereal box to pour more into his bowl. "Yeah, really. Was she as hot as she looks? Because that girl is smoking hot."

Draping the shirt over his shoulder, Steve made his way into the kitchen. The coffeepot was full, thank God, so he took out a mug and poured himself a cup. "I'm not answering."

"Damn... Since when do you keep the details to yourself?" Rob dipped his spoon into his cereal bowl.

"Since meeting her, Rob. I like this girl, okay? And the last thing I'm doing is sharing like we're in a locker room. The frat-house bit is a little old." He sipped his coffee. "And I'm warning you right now, when she comes down, you better not say anything even remotely crude to her. Got it?"

Jake's eyes widened. "You are serious about her. Guess she's not quite the ice queen between the sheets, huh, Stevie?"

"I mean it," Steve growled, lowering his cup. "Not one word."

"Okay, okay." Jake let out a whistle. "Yeesh. I think I like frat-boy Steve over grown-dude Steve."

Steve rolled his eyes. "Well, he's gone right now."