Suffering from a little writer's block and struggling with the next chapter of Through Mystery and Madness - so this is just dabbling with character bits and pieces to try and get it flowing again. This could be a little Loki and Morgan future history? No, I don't know what I mean by that either...
NB I've no idea who they are supposed to be meeting. Its not part of any plot or reference just a part of their lives that brought them together here but that we aren't exploring today.:-)
"Don't you think you are a little overdressed?" Morgan de Gorlois let her dark gaze slide over the tall, lean figure in front of her.
Loki sighed in admonishment, "It's been too many years, don't you think we are a little beyond this kind of small talk? It would be best to keep this purely business, would it not?"
She took an unhurried, considered swig from the beer-bottle in her hand, "You just look very buttoned up for New Orleans that's all." Her skin glistened in the hard-boiled, southern evening, the strappy cotton dress barely covering her.
Loki observed a bead of sweat trickling its way down her neck and over her collar bone. Drawing his eyes away took some effort, "I believe we have a meeting to attend, if you would kindly lead the way?" He gestured a little too politely; she raised a laconic eyebrow in response but obligingly turned and led him through the crowd.
The bar she took him to was filled with a haze of hot jazz and smoke, creating a sweet and heady atmosphere. Loki followed the rythmic sway of her hips to the counter but refused her offer of a drink, fiddling surreptitiously with his collar and tie.
The music felt like a living heartbeat, vibrating though the floorboards under his feet as he watched Morgan have a conversation with the bar-tender. She had to lean over the counter to hear the man over the noise and Loki noticed how her dress rode up over her thighs as she bent forward. The heartbeat pulsed faster and the God of Mischief unbuttoned his jacket, closing his eyes for a second.
He opened them when he felt the press of her body against his torso and her mouth brush against his ear but she was just moving closer so that he could hear what she was saying. Wasn't she?
"He's not here yet," she whispered.
He bent his head to whisper back, "Have you brought me here on a wild goose chase?"
She shook her head fiercely in denial, "He'll be here. Later. Much later, probably."
"Any ideas on how to pass the time?" It was a loaded question and they held each other's eyes for just a little too long.
"A few," she admitted and reached up to loosen the knot in his tie. He offered no resistance when her elegant fingers moved on to unfasten the buttons at his throat, nor when they slid under his collar and into his long, dark hair. She turned her head so that the tip of her nose touched his jaw, "Your skin feels so cool."
"That still surprises you? After all this time?" He wondered how many more centuries their fascination with each other could go on for.
"How long has it been?" she asked, moving slightly to allow her lips to brush against his neck.
He held his breath as her hands ran over his ribs and under his jacket, "Too long," he replied and lifted her face to his in a sultry, smoky kiss while the the heartbeat drummed beneath his feet.