"Loki, do you love me?" "What kind of a silly question is that?" "It's not." "Yes Charlotte, I love you." "I was thinking you know, with my brother and his wife, they tell each other all the time. and their relationship is driven on love." He's half listening, packing away his clothes into the dresser. "We don't have that, we have sex, we have passion. We aren't going to be able to survive on that. I mean, I love you but-" "You're nervous I don't love you?" "No! We just aren't in love, we, we're not."
"I'm sorry you feel that way." "I do, and I think we don't need this, this relationship is not whats best for us." "You're breaking up with me now?" "Uh, well…" "Yes I love you, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever known, you're perfect in every way." "You see! That's what I mean. No, I'm not perfect but you don't love me, you love perfect me, naked me, the one that makes you breakfast, the one that sleeps with you. I don't want to let you go, but there's no way in hell we can get married if all we have is sex and smiles."
"I love you." He says again. "Do I forget to tell you from time to time? Yes, more frequently than not. Do I ever point out the things that make you special out of every other woman out there? No. Maybe I need to." "I don't think you-" "Let me finish. I love the way you say my name. I love the way you smell, and how you have those perfect curls under your pony tail, how you see the best in everyone. And sure, we're fantastic at having sex this way and that, but I like to hold you after and feel you breathe, like I can feel your life and it's weird. I like how you chew the shit out of your straws and you refuse to go to Wendy's because their ice tastes like dish water. I love when you tell me no, and you're stubborn, that little smirk when you get a question right on jeopardy that I didn't. I love the way you laugh, and how your glasses make you squint, which defeats the purpose of glasses. I am so in love with all these things about you. So give me another chance?"
"Back to the grind." He laughs. "I am not in the mood for work." "Even better!" I feel him pull off the covers. "Remember when you agreed to let me have my way with you tonight in bed, to satisfy my uncontrollable manly urges?" "No, actually I don't." "When we get home Loki, promise, whatever you want." He accurately impersonates me. "I know what I want." He laughs. "Lok' I'm tired sweetheart." "You promised. And I can promise you that you won't have to lift a finger." I roll my eyes.
"Bye." He sets down a large coffee on my desk. "You're leaving?" "Yeah, getting things ready for tonight." He shoves me jokingly. "Be prepared." Jane is to involved in her own work to notice. "I have a request." "I'm listening." "Don't pee until you get home." "Okay Loki." I roll my eyes. "You're nuts." "I love you."
"Move out of my way! I have to pee!" "Do you?" He smirks, easily taking control of me. "No, I'm serious." My knees buckle. "So am I." He fights me into the bedroom where I notice a table in front of the doorway to the bathroom. "You nasty fuck." I laugh. He ties me down to the table until I'm whining and begging for him to let me go. "What?" He turns the sink on. "No! Loki please! Why!?" He laughs and unbuckles his belt. "Watch" he commands, as he takes a piss in the toilet, groaning seductively. "It's that easy." He comes and starts tugging at my panties. "It's like you knew." He chuckles. "These are going to look fantastic drenched in your piss." "You want me to pee my pants?" I ask nervously. "You aren't wearing any." He laughs, putting his hand between my thighs, enjoying my nervous expression.
"Don't tell me you're going to want to exchange blood next or something?" "No." He laughs. "What am I, a vampire!?" I roll my eyes. "I have to tell you, I didn't think you could hold it nearly this long." He unties me and sees me lean to run to the bathroom. He clamps my ankle. "Not so fast! We'll just have to try it this way." He smirks charmingly, leading me onto my stomach. I feel his knee next to my waist as if he was trying to get on the table over me.
"This way, I can get right on top of you." I feel his weight pressing into the contours of my body. He doesn't have anywhere near all of his weight on me but it feels like a ton. He moves all my hair to one side neatly. "Maybe if you ask ever so nicely, I could consider untying you?" "Are you lying?" I'm skeptical. "Why would I lie to you my beauty?" "Please Loki, could you be so kind to please untie me so I can use the bathroom." "Nope." He laughs.