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

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Aislinn stood in her dressing room, frowning at the rack of dresses. It was the first time since meeting Steve that she was actually going to wear a dress, and she wanted to look perfect. He usually only saw her in shorts or jeans and she wanted to knock his socks off, as her mother would say.

"Ash?" Speak of the devil. Steve's voice floated into her dressing area. "Where are you?"

"In here."

His footfalls sounded against the marble floor, and then he poked his head into the dressing room. "Jesus, this is some closet."

She smiled. Her dressing room was the size of the first two floors in Steve's townhouse combined--practically the size of an apartment. The walls were lined on two sides with rack after rack of dresses arranged by season, fabric, formality, and color. A third wall was all sweaters, shirts, and shoes, while the fourth wall was almost floor to ceiling drawers, each with a gold pull. In the middle of the room, four benches, upholstered in pink and black velvet, were arranged in a square. Toward the back, there was a chaise longue, and a full-length mirror in a mahogany stand.

His eyes fell on her and widened as he breathed, "Whoa... I think you should go like this."

This was her in a matching black lace bra and thong, and a matching black lace garter belt, with sheer black thigh highs clipped to it. "I think my parents might disagree with you."

His dark eyes seemed to grow darker still as he came into the room. "I don't care. You look--holy--damn..."

"I don't t even know what that means."

He grinned, catching her around the waist. "It means that if I had anything left, I'd be pinning you down on one of these benches."

"Did I break you?"

"No, I just need to reload. I'm not a kid any more." He squeezed her close. "Bring this back to Earth when we go home, okay? Just one time, I want you to wear this," he kissed the side of her neck, "while I make love to you."

She shivered at the huskiness of his voice. "So, you like it, then?"

"Honey, I'm getting hard just looking at you."

"Liar."

"Well, I would be, if you didn't wear me out." His arms tightened a little more and she smiled. He might claim to be worn out, but she had the feeling that gentle pressure at the small of her back was not his belt buckle. "And I probably shouldn't admit that here, where the guys probably never have trouble getting it up."

"Stop it." She turned to face him, draping her arms over his shoulders. "Why do you think you'd come up short compared to Asgardian men." At his long look, she realized her mistake and her cheeks grew warm. "Sorry. I didn't mean it like that and you know it."

He stared at her for several uncomfortable minutes, then sighed as his hands came down to curve over her backside. "Because, Aislinn, look at them and look at me. It's all about proportion."

She rolled her eyes. "Steve, you're fine. Trust me. You don't come up the least bit--" she caught herself, then squeezed his shoulders, "you're more than enough man, okay? Really."

His eyes softened, his fingers skittering over her bared lower cheeks as he said, "I just don't want you to regret saying yes to me, Ash."

"Which is never going to happen. Not ever." Those light strokes sent delicate chills rippling through her, warming her blood. "You are perfect for me, and you are everything I ever dreamed of finding in a guy. Everything. So please, stop comparing yourself and stop putting yourself down. Like I said back on Midgard, I like being able to look into your eyes when we dance. I like the way we fit together so perfectly--both vertically and horizontally." She smiled as his eyes widened slightly. "And maybe Midgardian women are shallow enough to write a man off because he isn't at least six feet tall, but I'm not and I wouldn't change a thing about you. Not one thing, Steve. And I cannot wait to be your wife. It can't happen soon enough. Your wife. The mother of your children."