𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕠𝕗 𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪

16: Competative Release

Every time you go away, I'm always tryna fight

How bad I want you

I could try to fill the space with someone else tonight

But I don't want to

Right Now - Nick Jonas

Loki woke up the next morning feeling confused. Last night had started out so amazing. It was the most hungry he'd felt for a woman in a long time, and even then, Ingvild was never as enticing to him as Liz was. He'd thought about it all night as he tossed and turned in his bed. The constant images of her in his head tormented him, and the dirty thoughts she'd conjured wasn't helping, either. Before last night he hadn't taken her for such a rowdy person, and especially not somebody that yearned for something so naughty... so enticing. Nonetheless, he wasn't able to get her off his mind. The wheels in his head were continually turning with the scenes of his own scenarios. He'd pleasured himself to the thoughts of her in the shower with him. The cold streams of water trickling down his fervent skin were the closest thing that mimicked her touch to him. Loki imagined that it was Liz's own nimble fingers wrapping around the length of his cock. He wished it was, he ached to feel her touching him, but for now, he would only have to result to his imagination. His mind filled with the images he'd seen in Liz's head. The first scene that popped up was of him taking her over his knee and punishing her. It felt so realistic and looked as if they'd truly done it before. Her skirt had been lifted and her bare ass, only covered by a thin piece of lace thong, was fully displayed for him. She was arching her back, the round globes of her tan ass lifting towards him with a silent asking for his hand against her skin. Her face wasn't visible to him, but the gasps that came from her lips as he smacked her were enough to tell him she was enjoying it.

Loki groaned to himself, the only other sound in the room consisting of the spray of the showerhead above him as he grasped onto himself and began pumping slowly. His eyes fluttered closed as he let the water run over his face and clenched his jaw at the growing pleasure.

Liz hadn't slept much either, but it wasn't because she was thinking about Loki... she was concerned about herself. Her mind wrapped around Loki's words as she laid in her bed, her eyes staring up at the white plastered ceiling. Her hair spread around her like a halo from her continuous movements during the night. The lack of sleep she'd received offered her red, puffy eyes that were hard to keep open. Then again, she didn't really want to keep them open; Liz was worried and curious. I mean, she'd been told by two men that her eyes sometimes glittered with bright amber specks, but she'd brushed it off thinking it might have been a simple reflection of light. There was one moment after she'd just gotten done having sex where she went to the bathroom and peered at herself in the mirror. She could've sworn that when she looked into the mirror she saw someone else because their eyes were a different color. But when she blinked to get a closer look, her eyes were normal again. She'd shaken her head and blamed it on the alcohol she'd drunk earlier that night. But this made her wonder... had it been similar to what happened with Loki last night? And if so... why was it happening?

She needed to get her mind off of this; she needed to train. So with a frustrated huff, she forced herself out of bed and over to her suitcase in the corner of the room. She'd packed to stay for the week since she wanted to spend some quality time with Nat. Coming together for a mission had been pretty stationary. Sure, they'd been able to catch up a little, but only twenty-four hours wasn't enough to catch up on everything. Liz left her room in black Capri leggings and a matching sports bra, her hair tied back into a sleek ponytail. Her feet carried her down the hall towards the elevator. Liz fidgetted and rubbed her wrist as she neared Loki's room. She had an urge to knock again; to start off where they'd ended last night. Her footsteps slowed as she passed it, her mind struggling to make a decision. Her fingers even gravitated toward the door handle. It was like she didn't have any control over what she was doing. Suddenly she shook her head. She probably looked so rediculous just standing outside his door. But she hadn't even taken three steps back towards the elevator before his door opened with a click and Loki poked his head out of the doorway.