A Whole Bunch of Loki's

Business as Usual - Part Five

I roll over in my bed with a low groan, my legs tangling within the already twisted sheets.

By some luck, I didn't feel particularly awful.

Yes, there was a light pain to my head and my stomach felt a little funny, but I wasn't curling up in a ball to avoid all sunlight and that was a win in my opinion.

Though that didn't stop me from wanting to stay in bed for as long as I lived, the excitement and length of the night before had caught up with me even though my night's sleep had been undisturbed.

Rolling onto my back, I slowly opened my eyes and stared towards the white ceiling, a dumb smile on my face as I replayed events and let the thrill of the previous night wash over me.

The chances of me encountering another night like that were one in a million and I didn't want to get up and wash away the night before too soon, but I also knew that getting out of bed would be an inevitability.

I managed to stretch my laziness out for another hour before I finally convinced myself to roll out of bed and stumble my way to the bathroom.

I'd somehow made it halfway through my shower before my heart jolted and my body froze.

"My boss was coming onto me," I gasped, staring at the tiled wall opposite me, "and I reciprocated."

My cheeks flared up as I thought about his bold statement of wanting to take my dress off.

The conversation hadn't gotten much further than that as we had received our food and that took precedence over everything else, we had some tasty burgers and almost immediately dozed off after we were full and content.

We'd pulled up outside my home first and Loki bid me a goodnight, watching to make sure I got inside without any harm and then directing the driver to take him home.

So last night had at least been uneventful and thus meant that I didn't have to worry about being inappropriate with my boss, especially when it wasn't appropriate due to both of us being slightly less than sound due to alcohol.

Though I was also upset that he hadn't taken off my dress like he had said he would.

Climbing out of the shower, I wrapped myself up in a towel and returned to my bedroom, doing the old routine of loading up my laptop and messing about as I dried naturally before my stomach started to rumble.

"Guess it's time to eat," I sighed to myself, standing from the bed and dropping the towel to get dressed.

Once I was dressed in some home lounging clothes, consisting of some shorts to stem off the growing heat and a basic t-shirt, I wrapped my hair up in the towel and make my way to the kitchen, pondering what to have to kick off my food for the day.

Toast, I settled on toast.

Turning on my kettle, I grab the packet of bread from the cupboard and slipped two slices into the toaster.

The boiling water bubbled away to itself and the bread slowly toasted, it was a nice moment of peace.

Until it wasn't.

With a loud groan of annoyance, I trudge my way to the front door and take the keys from their hook, fumbling around to find it amongst the abundance of keyrings only to discover that I didn't need it, apparently I had forgotten to lock the door the night before in my need to get to bed.

"Shit," I murmured while opening the door.

"Is that anyway to speak to the man who pays you?"

I wasn't surprised that it was Loki knocking on my door, I was surprised, however, by his casual appearance.

During my time of working for him, I had only ever witnessed him in lavish suits and expensive watches, the best of the best that money could buy.

His hair would always be slicked back, sometimes with a bit too much product in my opinion, and he'd always hold himself to be prim and proper even if he acted anything but.

Yet here he was.

The big man himself, dressed in black jeans, a green long sleeve jumper and with hair wilder than I ever could have imagine it could possibly be.

It suited him, it suited him far too well.

"Wow," is all I managed to gasp out.

"Wow?" He repeated, his eyebrow arching and his smile amused.

"Yeah, what are you doing here?" I asked, suddenly snapped back to the reality of my boss being on my doorstep.

"I believe that I said I had things to prove to you, did I not?"

From the kitchen, I heard the kettle switch pop back up as the water fully boiled.

"Come on in," I said, stepping back into my hallway, "make yourself at home, I guess."

"Don't sound too welcoming, I may never want to leave," he chuckled, stepping inside and closing the door while I made my way to the kitchen.

After pouring the water into the cups to let the teabags soak, I began to towel dry my hair to a point where it was at least no longer dripping down the back of my shirt and I could let it hang loosely to air dry the rest of the way.

Once I'd thrown my towel into the washing machine that sat beneath my countertop I moved to my right and opened the drawer to take out a teaspoon for the sugar and a butter knife for the toast as it popped out.

"Would you like some to-agh!"

I jumped as Loki's cold hands encircled around my waist, the chilled fingertips slipping beneath the hem of my shirt and moving over the bare skin of my hips and stomach.

Gently, he pulled my waist back so that my ass ground into his crotch and buried his face into the crook of my neck, grumbling against it.

"I'm not really here to waste time," he said, nipping at my neck.

I let out a shuddered gasped and tensed up, inadvertently pushing harder into his crotch and feeling the growing need that was hidden by his jeans.

"I said that I would prove my interest in you goes beyond a mere make-over."

He ground his hips against me, stirring up the all too familiar tingle of arousal.

Loki's fingers played with the hem of my shorts, dipping them in playfully before pulling them back out only to hook them around the bottom of my shirt and lift it up and over my head.

My cheeks flushed as he callously dropped it onto the floor by our feet, my eyes flickering towards the fence of my garden where a view into the neighbour's kitchen window was as clear as day if you wanted to do some spy work.

I had never known if they could see into mine in return or if the fence impeded their view, but in that moment, I desperately hoped they couldn't.

Loki's hands encircled me again, this time cupping my breasts and kneading them as he let out another, somehow lower chuckle from deep in his chest.

"No bra?" Loki smirked, nipping ay my neck again, "anticipating me, were you?"

I shook my head, tilting it to give him better access to my pressure point.

"No, I just had a shower."

His fingers pinched one of my nipples, making me take in a shuddered breath of both pleasure and discomfort.

"Not the answer I wanted."

One of his hands slides back down my body and fully into my shorts, cupping me as his fingers experimentally delved deeper.

"I'm going to have to rectify that."

He stepped away from me, suddenly withdrawing all intimate contact so that he could lift me up and carry me out of the kitchen.

I splutter and look towards the two cups sitting on the counter, still steaming.

"Loki, our tea will go cold."

"Let it," he grinned, looking at me with the most arousing expression he'd ever worn, "this is far more important."