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

Chapter Thirty-Eight

"Ash?"

No response.

Steve rose onto an elbow and smiled down at her, curled against him, her back cool against his chest, her skin as flawless and pale as alabaster. Her hair pooled beneath them, cool and fluid, and without thinking, he let his fingertips skim along the jet black length, down along her shoulder, over the curve of her elbow. Her skin was as soft as it was cool. When he pressed a kiss into her bare shoulder, she sighed in her sleep and snuggled closer.

He had no idea what time it was. There was no clock to be found in these immense, amazingly beautiful chambers. It was still daylight, judging by the pale light spilling across the marble terrace, but the shadows were longer, so it wouldn't be daylight much longer.

Yet, no one bothered them. After Tyra left (but not before giving him a rather uncomfortable long up-and-down perusal) Aislinn turned to him, slid her arms about his waist, and tugged him to meet her kiss. That led to her yanking his tee shirt up and tugging on his belt while he wrestled with pulling said tee shirt over his head. It would've been a lot easier, if she hadn't gotten his jeans open first and sank to the floor to do her damnedest to drive him wild with lust. Kind of hard to undress when all of your blood was channeled into one body part and your mind could focus only on the incredible pleasure scorching its way through you.

He'd tugged her up, and by the time he was lifting her, she'd done that awesome finger flick to make her clothes disappear and she wrapped around him. They didn't even make it to the bed before he was shuddering and moaning her name into her neck as his body spilled into hers, as he claimed her as his, as his climax mingled with hers to create something he'd never felt before.

But then peace reigned as he spirited her to her oversized and beyond comfortable bed, where she melted against him, her head on his chest, her arm about his hips. He thought he might have dozed off as well. It was definitely possible, given how comfortable her bed was and how making love to her always had that effect on him. It left him sated and spent and thinking there was no way sex was ever this good before she came along. Maybe it was her magic, but he thought it was more likely it was just her.

His Aislinn.

She sighed in her sleep, a smile tugging at her lips. His fingertips brushed her cheek. She had such a beautiful smile. Everything about her was beautiful. And she was his.

"I love you," he murmured, still stroking her cheek. She couldn't possibly know how much he loved her, how much he looked forward to beginning their life together, to creating a family with her. That was all he wanted. For the first time in his life, he wasn't looking for more. He was happy. Truly happy. For the first time in a very long time.

Sunlight slanted into the room, hitting the stones in her engagement ring, making them sparkle. He eased his hand beneath hers, palm up, to link their fingers. Hers tightened about his and she whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Sorry, baby," he whispered back, leaning over to brush her cheek with a kiss. "I didn't mean to wake you. I was just admiring this gorgeous, naked woman in bed with me, and I couldn't help but touch her."

"Funny." Aislinn opened her eyes and peered up at him. "Why do I have the feeling this is something that happens to you on a regular occasion?"

He smiled. "I know better than to answer that one."

Her eyes sparkled bright green as she smiled. "There've been a lot of women, haven't there?"

"Not nearly as many as you seem to think." He stroked her hair away from her face. "And we should probably let this stop here, before one of us is angry at the other."