Her gold colored eyes watched his sleeping form, beginning to hang tiredly. This is what she was hired to do, to take care of the almighty god, who behind closed door was very hopeless. She knew, in all the time she had been watching after him, that everything in this realm made him sick. He hid it well, especially since he had the great power of being able to heal himself. The effects of having his mind controlled, and nearly bring earth to its destruction took a much larger toll than anyone could have imagined. The six foot four god has the worst case of distrust, and post-traumatic stress disorder that even the world's greatest psychiatrist had ever seen, but with her he was at peace. They couldn't find the reasoning. She was just some random girl on the street that he had seen from Stark Tower and decided she was his.
She tiredly shifted in her seat, now sitting with her legs spread, her arms on the arms of the chair and her back slouched. Not a very lady like appearance but he was asleep and for once she didn't have to live up to his high standards. Every day her red flowing hair had to be put into a bun. She had to wear black slacks, with a green shirt, black blazer and golden heels and jewelry as to pledge her devotion to him. Taking care of the childlike god was a 20 hour, seven days a week job. For those remaining four hours were hers to do with as she pleased. Loki had provided her a room within his own room, which he was not allowed to step foot in unless she gave him permission. Her room was decorated in royal blues, and whites a complete opposite from his dark lair. It was the only room in Stark Tower beside Tony's room that didn't have cameras. The one negative thing that she could think of, besides the beating if Loki lost his mind in his sleep, besides the ever driving feeling of being alone around so many people, besides the feeling of never being alone…she was never allowed to be sensual with anyone else. No sex, no feeling hugs or kisses. Nothing, unless it was from Loki himself and that would only happen if he need comfort.
He whimpered ever so softly in his sleep, making her tired eyes fly to his form. Though the all-powerful god seemed in control when he was awake, it was the farthest thing from true when he was asleep. The fallen god's nights were restless, filled with night terrors and sleep walking. Sleep walking was putting it nicely. Loki's version of sleep walking was reenacting whatever happened in his dreams, and often it could be violent. She paused, lifting slightly in her seat as she held her breath. His back arched high off the bed, in an inhuman way, before he let a deep heart wrenching moan. She immediately stood and walked to the side of his bed. His hand was nearly burning hot to her, which seemed odd since he was a frost giant. His eyes flew open, a certain horror hidden in the bright blue iris.
"Amelia," He spoke, his chest heaving with every syllable.
"I'm here Loki. I'm always here." She spoke, brushing his soaking wet hair from his forehead and placing a hand on his chest. She didn't understand it, but whenever she placed a hand, right over his heart, he seemed to melt into it. Thor didn't hold anything back about their childhood. How their father treated Loki like an outcast, but their mother waited patiently for the young god of mischief to find his place in their realm. She thought the way she placed her hand might have brought memories of a much simpler time back to him.
"Please," was all he spoke and it was all he needed to. She climbed into his bed, and laid every so carefully next to him. He placed his head on her chest, his hand coming to hold her hand over his heart. She smiled, knowing that only she was to see this side of him. If they were watching the video right now, they would see her sitting on the side of his bed, her hand on his chest, but him sleeping peacefully now. No one ever knew how badly he was at night anymore. The only time the camera showed the bad times was when he couldn't control himself, when he wasn't awake. She nuzzled his head softly against her cheek, relaxing now that his breathing was evening out. She closed her eyes and enjoyed his peace, for it was only at night that she could show her true feelings for the god. No matter how many time he had hurt her, beaten her in his unwell state, or belittled her with his lack of knowledge of emotions she cared for him much more deeply than she ever wished to. His breath had evened out, as was hers, no matter how she was fighting it.
"Amelia, I'd like to say thank you." His smooth velvet like voice met her ears, bringing her from her dazed state. His voice was soft, almost caring. Almost as if he actually cared about her the way she did him. She watched with intrigued eyes as he climbed from the confines of blankets.
"For what Loki?" She spoke, equally as soft. She was unsure what was going on, after all Loki was never soft. He was a ruling, dominate man with an ego the size of Russia and China combined. He sat at the edge of his large bed, his long legs hanging off, feet resting apart on the floor.
"For caring for me, for dedicating yourself to me. It has been what?" He spoke, looking at her, a certain want in his eyes, "Two years now that you've been by my side. Two very long years since anyone has…touched you."
Her stomach was caught in her throat at his bold statement. The only time he had ever displayed any feelings of lust toward her was when he was overly distraught one, and even then it had stopped after a kiss. A long, slow, painfully wanting more kiss.
"Yes Loki, it's been two long years since I've be with anyone. You forbid me from seeing anyone, remember?" She spoke dryly, wondering why he was antagonizing her in a most intimate way. She moved to stand, to escape his tormenting, but he put his hand up, stopping her in her tracks. He stood, closing the gap between them in to easy strides.
"And you have no idea how much it means to me." He spoke, his hand gripping the outer edge of the chair next to her own hands. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a hard kiss. Her body reacted almost instantly, arching into him. She was almost ashamed at how she reacted though, for years she had been aching to feel him. He smiled against her lips as she placed one hand on his chest and the other behind his neck, holding him so he couldn't escape. He pushed her back ever so slightly as his hands met the top button of her slacks. He slowly undid each button as their lips melt against one another's. He traced her bottom lip, before meeting hers. He tapped her left leg with his hand, making her lift slightly as he tugged her pants down with one sharp move.
"Your devotion knows no bounds now does it?" He asked as he smirked against her lips as he eyed her dark green panties. A blushed formed, so bright it nearly hid her freckles across her cheeks. He let out a small chuckle as he kissed down her chin, her breath hitching every time.
"I always wondered what you would sound like without a wall between us." He spoke, revealing that he had listened to her before, "What you would sound like under my fingers instead of pleasuring yourself."
"You've heard?" She struggled to get each word to fall from her lips as he slowly undid each button of her top.
"Did you think I would not listen to such glorious sounds?" He dipped his head down between her size C breast and placed a trail of kisses from the hollow of her neck to the cups of her bra, "No more talking." He growled picking her up almost effortlessly, "I've waited a very long time to do this."
Her back hit the now cold silk sheets making a gasp fall from her lips, which he took advantage of, fusing their lips together once more. He easily degraded the rest of her clothing¸ leaving her naked beneath him. A soft moan fell from her lips each time his well-toned chest brushed her bare chest. Her hands slid down his back, gripping his behind and digging her nails into it. His skin grew cold, but a type of cold that she had never felt. It was as if she could feel the aching in her bones, but she didn't feel the burn of how cold his skin had become. He couldn't hold the moan that fell from him lips as she pushed the back of his pants down his, what she could only describe as a bubble butt. He ground his proud standing erection hard against her, feeling how wet she had become.
He was kissing down her neck, earning the soft moans he had yearned to hear as he took her hands in his. He pinned them hard above her head. He released them almost instantly but as hard as she tried she couldn't move them. He chuckled lowly under his breath as he placed kisses from her neck to the tops of her hips. She was withering under his lips, each kiss seemed lip torture as each one lasted longer a completely missed all the spots she needed to feel his lips. His hands slid between her legs keeping them apart as he looked down at her, his head resting against her ribs. He slowly slid one finger, along her forbidden lips, earning not only a moan from her but one from himself.
Without saying a word, he lowered his head and allowed his tongue to follow the same path. Her legs, on instinct tried to close, but his large hands held them in position. He attacked her in a way she had never felt. His tongue darting between her folds and circling her clit, stopping just every now and then suck and nibble on the tender piece of flesh. Her mind was torn between remembering how to breath and completely surrendering to the pleasure he was bringing her. As if reading her mind, which he probably was, he slid one finger into the depths of her desperation. He moaned louder than she, if that was even possible. In the two years she had been with the feeling of another she had grown almost virginal once more.
He could no longer control himself.
He added another finger, stretching her. His fingers curling. His tongue and lips continued their assault on her clit bring her closer and closer with every stride.
"Cum for me Amelia, cum for me." He spoke against her. She screamed, her voice giving out as her eye sight followed. He moaned once more against her before cradling her into his arms, feeling her body convulse against him. He felt her hand wrap tightly around him, making him hiss between his teeth, but he removed himself from her grasp, "You can deal with that later. Sleep darling."
She awoke with a start, heart racing and face flushed. Loki was sitting at the foot of his bed, a smirk every so present on his face.
"Sleep well?" Her face was bright red as she thought of what he meant. But it was all a dream wasn't it. After all she was fully dressed. He was still in his pajamas bottoms. He couldn't have known could he?