A/N: I don't think Wendy's pregnant yet because the dress fits. I'm not sure, the timing in this is a bit messed up, but who cares?

Chapter 1

Loki pulled the silky ribbons gently and tied them in a neat bow. He admired Wendy's rear view – the dress was exquisite, there was no doubt about it. It was made of red satin covered in tiny ruby gemstones. The dress itself was separated into two parts – a wide ballgown skirt and a corset top with a sweetheart neckline. There was a black lace overlay on top of it all with black silk ribbons adorning the skirt and tying up the corset at the back. Loki had tried not to make the corset part too tight, but he noticed Wendy squirming slightly.

"Does that hurt?" he asked quietly, running his hands down her sides.

"Not any more," she murmured in reply, looking up at him with wide brown eyes that anyone would lose themselves in. Wendy always felt all melty inside when Loki touched her. She loved the weight of his hands at her waist, the feel of his breath tickling her shoulder, how his caramel eyes always burned with desire when she was close to him.

She knew what he was thinking.

"I spent too long getting into this wretched dress, I'm not getting out of it now," Wendy said sternly, but actually she adored how Loki always wanted to have sex with her. And the fact that he loved her into the bargain didn't hurt either.

Wendy turned her attention back to the full length mirror they were standing in front of. Loki was wearing a simple, tailored black suit without a tie – Wendy hated ties. Well, the normal, boring ones anyway; she liked the ones with Bart Simpson on. But a Bart Simpson tie wouldn't really be Loki's style. Seeing as Loki was so damn hot Wendy didn't want him wearing anything to detract from the hotness. Truth be told, she didn't want him wearing anything at all, though that probably wouldn't go down well with her Council. Spoilsports.

Wendy rested her head against Loki's chest and wound her arms around his neck. As she was standing with her back to him, it was kind of uncomfortable, but it made for a nice picture in the mirror.

"We should be models together," Loki suggested, tightening his arms around Wendy's waist. "Or in an advertisement for hot people."

Wendy smiled at her reflection and Loki smiled too. "That's what ruins it though – we look so happy, and models always look grumpy."

Wendy mulled over that for a moment. "No, not grumpy, 'cause that would be unattractive. Sort of pissed-off or... bored. It has to be boring," Wendy continued conversationally, disentangling herself from Loki's arms. "You know, just standing there in weird positions with too-high heels and daft clothes. But I dunno, maybe they get a kick out of it."

Wendy rolled her shoulders. She'd get Loki to massage them later. Crossing to her dressing table, she pinned two rosette clips into her hair above her ears, to keep the explosive ringlets out of her face. Several curls sprang forward immediately. "Goddamn hair!" Wendy growled. She attacked the offensive ringlets with hairspray, then a brush, then some black bobby pins that would be invisible, finally re-clipping the rosettes. Wendy stepped back with satisfaction before detecting movement in her hair. She narrowed her eyes and glared at her reflection. The curls remembered a previous engagement and stopped moving. Wendy picked up a long sleeved lace shrug and pulled it on. "Why do we have to go to these things anyway?" Wendy grumbled uncharacteristically.

"'Cause you're Queen, remember?" Loki replied from the other end of the room.

Wendy licked her lips. Even after a month, she still didn't feel like a Queen. Elora would always be Queen to her, and Wendy would always be the Princess. Even Loki kept calling her Princess, though he used it as a term of endearment rather than a title.

Wendy noticed out of the corner of her eye that Loki was engrossed in a book. It was a frequent occurance. "Whatcha reading?" Wendy approached him, and as she did she noticed the faded patchwork cover of her journal. "Hey! Stop reading that!" Wendy squealed, lunging to grab the book out of Loki's grasp. He twisted at the last moment and Wendy surfaced empty handed.

"I don't know why I can't read it, as I seem to feature heavily in your writings," Loki teased, his eyes sparkling. Like honey and diamonds, Wendy thought, but she had more important things to think about now. She couldn't help groaning. Her journal was sort of like a sex diary, half of which was a description of what she and Loki did together, the other dedicated to an analysis of what could be improved and what they could explore next.

"Bondage?!" Loki exclaimed, still reading. "I didn't think you had it in you, Wendy."

"Well, hardly with chains or anything like that." Wendy crinkled her nose, feeling embarrassed. She had given up on trying to get her journal back. "I dunno, with ribbons or something. I didn't really think it out."

Loki contemplated that thought. "Yeah, ribbons would be good, like the ones on that dress. And furry handcuffs. You gotta have those," he said confidently.

Wendy raised an eyebrow.

"What? I've always fancied myself a pair of furry handcuffs," Loki said innocently, but his eyes were laughing.

Wendy grinned and hit him on the arm. "Oh, come on, we'll be late."

"Is this you conceding? Does this mean I get furry handcuffs?" Loki asked eagerly, his face lit up with almost childlike excitement.

"If it makes you happy, then sure!" Wendy replied keenly, already making devious plans. She had her hand on the doorknob. "Just make sure no-one hears you talking about bondage, of all things!"

"OK," Loki agreed, and positively bounded over. Upon Wendy opening the door, they came face to face with Willa, who said incredulously, "Bondage, Wendy? I didn't think you had it in you!"

A/N Is this OK? I've got a vague idea about where this is going, but let me know if you like it or if I should continue.