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

Chapter Twenty-Six

When the alarm went off, Aislinn burrowed deeper into her pillows. "Make it stop..."

Warm lips caressed her neck. "Rise and shine, Princess. You said you wanted to run with me."

"Go 'way..." She tried to tug the covers up to her ear.

He kissed his way toward her ear, whispering, "Princess..."

"Don't call me that."

"Then get up."

"No."

"You leave me no choice, then."

With that, he threw the comforter over her. In less than a minute, she was sweating. "Son of a bitch," she muttered, tossing it off. "Go. Away."

"Okay, but I should warn you, there's this hot, twenty-year old blonde who lives in the next court who runs in the morning and she's mentioned she likes how I look in my compression shorts..."

She forced her eyelids to open and glared at him. "I'll zap her ass into Jötunheim."

"Or you could get those lazy, albeit amazingly sexy, bones out of bed." His fingers curled about her wrist and he tugged. "Come on, Princess Ash. This is your last chance before I throw you over for the cute blonde."

She let him pull her upright, then held out one hand. "You do, and I'll zap your thing right off."

His arm went slack as he grinned. "My thing?"

"Yes, your thing. And how can you be so cheerful this early? It's barely light out." She glanced over at the clock. "It's five after five and you're a little ray of sunshine. Why?"

"Because I am and what do you mean, you'll zap it off?"

"Try me and find out."

As she shifted to swing her legs over the side of the bed, Steve wedged in between her knees. "You know, honey, you zap it off and you'll be just as disappointed. You appreciate what I can do with it far  too much to ever wish it away."

He was right and he knew it, but that didn't stop her from scowling up at him. "A hot blonde?"

He linked his fingers with hers and pulled her to her feet, slipping one arm about her waist as he said, "I had to think of something to get you up."

"So, she isn't real?"

"No, she is. I've gone running with her before. Her name's Heather, she's a teacher at Brookhaven Elementary School and you can stop glaring at me, Aislinn, because I'm not interested in her in any way. Blondes just don't do it for me these days. I prefer my women a little darker, with pretty green eyes and legs that go on for days." His fingers splayed over the small of her back, his arm tightening to bring her closer still. "There's one in particular who's always on my mind, day and night and has been since the first time I saw her."

As he spoke, his eyes darkened and he pressed against her to ease her back onto the bed. She sank against the mattress, smiling up at him, winding her arms about his neck. "What happened to running?"

"Fuck running," he murmured, his lips barely brushing hers. "Sex is just as good an exercise and I enjoy it more than I ever did running."

"But what about Heather?" she asked, shivering as he eased one hand beneath her camisole to slide up over her ribs. His fingers brushed the sensitive underside of her left breast and she sucked in a sharp breath. "Oh... Steve, that feels nice..."

"Heather who?" he replied, his fingers now sweeping lightly over her nipple. He didn't give her the chance to respond, his lips coming down to capture hers, and she didn't argue. Instead, she melted against him, dragging her fingernails over his shoulders, down his back.