Dreaming in Blue

VII - Polishing the pole

AGAIN, THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN TONS OF SMUT. JUST A WARNING. THIS IS WHERE IT STARTS.

Loki didn't even think when he lowered himself and pulled Nina into a kiss.

At first, she didn't move. There was a war going on inside of her.

This man had lied to her, pretended to be dead for years, never giving her any signs during all this time. But she had once loved him. They had a bond, and she would be lying if she said she had him.

So she kissed back.

Her hands found themselves tangled in the back of his hair as she pulled him closer.

As soon as Nina responded to his very risky move, Loki pulled her up into a standing position. She quickly stood, letting his arms wrap themselves around her waist and pull her close. Her arms soon found themselves around his neck, and they were suddenly shagging in a hotel bathroom.

Loki seemed to finally realise what he was doing and pulled back.

As soon as he did that, Nina's face went red, as if that had also been the moment when she realised she had kissed Loki. She'd actually kissed him.

They stayed that way for a few seconds, just staring at each other, hearts beating in their ears.

"You should really get in the bath before the water gets cold," Loki told her, trying to be responsible for once in his life. Nina didn't know what suddenly came over her. To be honest, she wasn't even that cold anymore. Yet, for some reason, her brain told her to say:

"Join me."

Yes, the words shocked them both, but Nina definitely did not regret it. Loki, however, seemed hesitant.

"What?" He asked in shock.

"Join me," she repeated.

"No, I heard that, but -- what?"

Instead of saying anything, Nina grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled on it. Loki had previously removed his armour and placed on a chair by the bed. When he understood that she wasn't kidding, Loki became worried. He wanted Nina to feel better, to get herself warm. She spoke to him as if she had been reading his thoughts.

"I'm not feeling cold anymore," Nina said, letting his cape slip off her shoulders and fall to the ground. Loki's eyes followed the piece of clothing until it stilled, and then they came back to stare at Nina's face. "Thank you for that, by the way," she added.

Damn. Loki really wanted Nina. He really needed this to happen. But he could still feel her unease her dizziness, her weakness. She wasn't completely healed, either physically or mentally from the trauma, she had just lived.

"You're not alright, Nina. You really need some rest, and you still need to warm up." he insisted.

"There are many ways for me to warm up," she told him suggestively. Loki chuckled as she got her hands under his shirt and ran them over his stomach and back.

"I believed you were mad at me," Loki admitted, helping her take out her leather jacket. She gladly accepted his help, wincing when she had to move her shoulder too much.

"I kinda am. I mean, you faked your death and then hid from me for five years," she casually listed out his mistakes. Loki worked carefully to remove her jacket without further hurting her. "But you're still very charming," Loki smirked at that, but his face soon fell serious once more when he finally laid eyes on her wound. The knife had gotten fairly deep inside of her, but it didn't seem to have hit any bones.

"I'm flattered, but you are wounded," he pointed out. Nina rolled her eyes.

"Seriously?" She asked him. "You're putting this off?" He couldn't believe it himself. After five years they had finally reunited, and Nina was open to do some stuff he had been dreaming of for years. Yet, he was putting it off. "I can literally see you want it."