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

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Aislinn never fit with anyone the way she did with Steve and she smiled as she snuggled closer still. His one arm supported her head, his biceps like a softball under his skin, although not the least bit uncomfortable. He draped his other arm over the curve of her waist, his fingers lightly sweeping against her lower belly. "How are you feeling?"

She shifted slightly to peer up at him. The only light came from the television screen—and although she wasn't about to admit it, Die Hard was actually pretty good. The guy who played Hans Gruber reminded her a little of Royce, only a bit shorter and more elegant—and in the soft glow, Steve looked tired, his eyes heavy-lidded, with dark smudges beneath them.

"I'm okay, Steve. Most of the cramping has stopped."

His fingers pressed a little harder against her, as if trying to massage away any other pain. "Good. You want a drink?"

"I'm fine. Stuffed, actually. You spoil me."

He offered up a tired smile and bent to kiss her lightly on the lips. "You're allowed to be spoiled, Princess. It comes with the tiara."

"Funny. I don't have a tiara."

"A crown?"

"Steve."

He tightened his arm about her, his hand going flat against her stomach. He carefully stretched the arm beneath her head to reach the DVD remote, and hit Pause. "Do you really hate this movie?"

"No, actually. I don't. It's not bad. Although, I have to admit, I'm surprised there's no naked women in it. To hear my dad talk, all Midgardian movies have naked women in them."

"Oh, if you want to see naked girls, I'm sure I've got something—" He let out a soft groan as she teasingly elbowed him. "I'll take that as a no."

"Why would I want to see naked women, Steve? I just need to look at myself."

"You do look a lot better than most of them."

She arched an eyebrow. "Oh, so you watch these movies?"

"Only for the stories. Or the special effects. Honest."

"You are so full of it."

His laugh ruffled through her hair. "Trust me, I'd rather have the real thing right here."

"You have to say that, or else I'll cry."

He gently folded the arm beneath her head, stroking her hair with that hand. "You, my beautiful Asgardian, turn me on more than the hottest porn star out there. Besides, they're all fake tits and hair and teeth. Any guy in his right mind is going to choose real tits over fake ones, no matter how big the fake ones are."

"I've noticed a lot of them are huge." She glanced down at herself. "You really prefer these over them?"

A slow, devilish smile lifted his lips. "Baby, yours are perfect. They fit in my hands without any spillover. No waste is always a good thing."

"Steve."

"What?" He slid his hand out from beneath his Nike hoodie that she'd claimed and gently curved it about her left breast. "Yours are perfect, Ash. Trust me. And I'm a breast man."

"What?"

He brought his hand back down to slip beneath the hem of the hoodie. Her stomach was flat and cool, her skin soft and irresistible. "A breast man. Some guys like hair, some guys like asses, some guys like legs. I like breasts."

"So, that's what you noticed about me?"

"No, actually. Just like I told you, I wanted to know what color your eyes were. I didn't even see if you had breasts, Ash. I saw your face and wanted to at least introduce myself. But, I'll tell you this much, in the pizzeria, I definitely noticed them."