Your bath was all set: you had candles lit on the corners of the tub, you had used the best bubble soap you had, there were therapeutic petals floating in the tub of perfectly heated water, and you had just poured in soothing lavender bath salts.
It was a lazy Sunday, so you had decided that it was time that you had a long, luxurious bubble bath. Nothing made you quite as tranquil as an hour alone submerged in a mountain of bubbles. After you tied your hair up, you slipped out of your plush robe and stepped into the tub, feeling so much more relaxed as you did. Before you submerged your arm, you switched the stereo on so that your soothing music could play. Surrounded by the warmth and comfort of the water, you laid your head back and closed your eyes...
You had been in the tub for about half an hour when you heard the bathroom door swing open. You didn't even have to listen to the pattern of his footfalls to know that it was Loki. After an initial few steps, the footsteps pause. You open one eye to peek over at him and suggest that he was interrupting something...not that it really mattered to him.
He was looking right at you, scanning your face and the sea of suds from which you stuck out of. You paused the Enya track that was playing. "Can I help you?"
"What is all of this?"
You were a little irritated that you were getting interrupted for curiosity's sake, but you answered calmly enough, "Exactly what it looks like."
Loki took a few steps closer to the tub and you immediately knew what he was about to try. "This is quite the set-up you have here..." He looked around, noting the candles, and you shook your head before he could say anything else.
"Don't even think about it Loki, this is my private time," Did they have no such thing as self-pampering in Asgard? "You're going to have to sit this one out."
You almost snickered at how confused Loki looked at your statement. "What do you mean?"
"You are not getting in this tub with me."
His eyebrows knit closer together and you almost felt bad. "Why not?" You two had taken plenty of baths together. They were great and all, but sometimes you needed to clear your head out.
"This is my Me Time," you state, internally noting how much of a wine mom you sounded like when you said that. You sit up straight and turn to face him.
"'Me Time?'" He echoed, "I have never heard of anyone taking a bath in order to spend time alone."
You note how much of a lie that was; you had told him plenty of times that you usually bathed alone before him. "Well that's exactly what I'm doing now."
"What is the use of that?"
Your eyebrow twitched a little. So much for staying calm. "It's less about use...more about tranquility."
A sly grin spread on Loki's face, "Oh, but there are plenty of ways for me to leave you tranquil..."
You shook your head as if it would keep you from blushing, "It's not the same!"
Before you could attempt to explain your way out of it, Loki strode up to the side of the tub and kneeled to meet you at eye level, his green eyes piercing yours. You, however, refused to cave so easily, so you stayed upright looking right back at him.
"Do you mean to tell me that you would rather wade in this tub alone than let me in?"
You couldn't help but look away from his gaze, your heartbeat was already picking up speed. To make matters worse, he leaned in, deftly sweeping a barrier of bubbles out of his way to your face. He was right in front of you, inescapable.
"Hmm? Why are you suddenly so quiet?"
You closed your eyes, "Can't I just bathe in peace?" You said, mentally cursing how your voice was starting to falter.
"Oh but darling," he purred, his hand that had swept the bubbles away was now on your cheek, though you didn't rest your face on it, "how are you going to reach your back?" His hand slid easily down your wet neck to your shoulder, his long fingers softly kneading into the muscle of your upper back. "Or all of those spots you can't reach without me?"
You couldn't help but sigh at the implications of his question. Your lips slightly parted and you heard Loki chuckle at they way his words affected you. His thumb traced the contours of your collarbone. "What a shame," he murmured. You were suddenly aware of how close his face was to yours. "I could relax you in so many more ways than some scented bathwater..." He brought his lips a hair's breadth away from your own, "But if that is what you wish..."
You hated it when he teased you like this. He knew you always melted for his kisses, and always dangled them right in front of your face when he wanted something from you. Your brain was in a debate with itself on whether to steel yourself against him or to pull him right into the tub and kiss him until you couldn't breathe.
Before the debate could come to any sort of conclusion, your body interjected, hands splashing out of the water to grab both sides of his face so you could catch his lips with your own. The kiss was firm and satisfying, but you could tell that Loki was holding back as if he were subliminally promising you much more if you let him in...
You pull away from his lips, catching your breath. After a pause, you take your eyes off of his lips and look into his. You could tell how badly he wanted you, but you could also see the smirk in them since he was about to get exactly what he wanted.
"I'll tell you what..." You begin in a low voice, "Give me thirty more minutes to myself."
It's your turn to grin at the pure shock and confusion in his eyes. After he had a second to process what had just happened to him, he grinned and stood up, laughing to himself. He put his hands up, evidently surrendering to your suggestion. "Fair enough," he said, backing up and turning around to leave. When he got to the doorway, he turned around, looking at you as if he saw right through the suds covering your body.
"You have thirty minutes."
He closed the door, leaving you alone and overly aware of how fast your heart was beating and the tingles he left running through your body.
There was no way Loki was going to wait a whole thirty minutes for you. He was already upset that you hadn't invited him to bathe with you, and you kissing him like that, letting him think he had won didn't help much.
He sat at the edge of the bed, muttering an incantation to pass the time. After what seemed like a minute, Loki stood back up and confidently strode towards the bathroom door. He opened the door and was more that happy with what was before him.
Most of the bubbles had been washed away. You were pressed up against the far side of the tub touching yourself furiously...sensually...the water was stirring with the motion of your hand. Your eyes were shut and you didn't even hear Loki open the door over your soft groans and pants.
Hardly making a noise, Loki crept up to the tub and came up behind her to whisper in her ear, "Well what do we have here?"
You jumped at the deep sound of Loki's voice in your ear so suddenly, "I couldn't stop thinking about you after you left...and I couldn't calm back down..."
The grin on Loki's face couldn't have been any wider. "Perhaps if I were to join you, I may be of some service?"
You half-growled, "Then get in the fucking tub."
Loki splayed his hand across one of your breasts, rolling the nipple in his hand. However, he was taking this opportunity to make you eat your words. "Only if you admit that you should have let me in earlier."
"You are so petty!" You cry out, arching into his hand.
"Admit that nothing...no one...can satisfy you the way I can." His hand started to travel down your rib cage. He was teasing you; you knew that. "All you have to do is say it."
At that point, you didn't have the patience to keep going back and forth with him. You grabbed his face to kiss him again, this time, your lips are eager and needy against his. You part from him, panting, "Please, please just get in the tub! I should have let you in earlier! Just..." You take a breath, noting how his hand was under the water tracing a teasing circle on your hipbone, "just get in."
And just like that, Loki made his clothes disappear and he was in the tub with you.
All of the bubbles were gone now. In fact, some of the water had splashed out of the tub. You didn't care about the mess it had made, because all you could feel was Loki surrounding you. After a somewhat difficult rearrangement, you were nestled between his legs. He had insisted that he'd wash you. Though it was obvious that he was still teasing you, you let him anyways.
After he rinsed you off, his hands took the liberty of slowly gliding up your arms and onto your back. His fingers were kneading the muscles there as they were before. This time, you let out a moan of gratitude; you loved a good back massage. Loki dragged his hands down to the middle of your back, pausing. You squirmed in order to emote your impatience, and he satisfied you by trailing his hands further down. He brought them across your sides back to the front until they were right above your aching cunt.
"You may be clean," he whispers from behind you, "But you won't be tranquil until I make you come now, won't you?"
You moan and tilt your head back until it rests on his shoulder. "Please," you begged, hoping it's the last time you'd have to.
Loki chuckled before delving his hand into your folds. You groaned when he found your clit, already coaxed out, and began stroking it slowly. He started to kiss along the skin of your neck that you had exposed to him as his hand picked up its pace.
"Yes, darling, moan for me like that," his free hand had returned to grope your breast. "Submit to me."
You kept moaning for him. His hands were so perfect, so long and elegant and skilled. They knew exactly how to make your eyes roll back. The surprisingly obscene sound of the water splashing in reaction to his quick motions only boosted your arousal. Your hips were beginning to slightly buck when Loki stopped, his lips brushing against your ear.
"Stand up and lean against the wall with your ass out," he ordered. You obliged, standing and pressing your hands against the wall. You arched your back as attractively as you could before you leaned into the wall. You felt your nipples tighten as they touched the cold tiles.
Loki adjusted your position, spreading your legs out a little, before he got up onto his knees and caressed your wet backside. "Ah, yes, you look simply delectable," he sighed before giving you a playful spank, grabbing a fistful of your ass.
"Ooh," you cooed, liking it when he spanked you like that. You turned your head to look back and see what he was going to do next.
You saw him admiring your ass as if it were on a pedestal. Sometimes you wondered why he saw it that way, but the way he treated it had you feeling the same way about it too. Loki dove his head in, giving you one deep lick from your clit through your folds. Despite the bathwater, you had gotten so wet from the way he was playing with you. Loki moaned in approval before dragging his tongue back down to your clit, flicking it. You gasped at the feeling, hearing the wet sounds his mouth made against your skin. His lips latched onto it, sucking slightly and moaning, which made your knees tremble. You pressed your cheek against the wall as you tried to stay standing for him.
You suddenly felt the air, cool in contrast to the warmth of his mouth as he released you. Before you could protest, you felt his tongue slightly dip into your cunt. You squeaked in surprise and Loki chuckled at your reaction. "As of I've never done this before..."
"Stop teasing..." You mumble, panting up against the tile so that you made a little foggy patch near your mouth. "...keep going."
You felt his tongue delve in much deeper and you groan in approval. His hand replaced his mouth on your clit and he continued stroking it. You could already feel the delicious tension building in your core. You kept up your moans and pants to ensure that he didn't stop.
"Мmm, you taste divine, pet," he groaned when he removed his tongue from you. "I want enough of your wetness on my fingers so that you may taste it for yourself." You responded with a mewl, unable to think of a proper way to reply. The tips of his index and middle fingers probed your entrance. You pushed your ass back to insist on how impatient you were. With a low chuckle, Loki slipped the two digits inside. You hummed, licking your lips and rocking along with the gentle push and pull of his fingers. His other hand continued stroking your clit and you were getting tense. You hadn't come yet, so you knew that all of this was building up into something huge...
"I love the way you quiver around me," Loki says, almost as if it's an observation rather than a compliment. "So tight and hot...compelling me to fill you..."
You loved the way he admired you, but you were way too close for anymore games. "Loki, please!"
Both of his hands picked up their pace. One was completely finger-fucking you while the other danced across your clit. Your moans were getting louder, louder to the point where you were almost embarrassing yourself. You were so close, so close to coming. All you needed was that extra push...
As if on cue, Loki brought his lips back to your rear, kissing and biting the supple flesh. "P-please!" you hardly panting out. Loki understood your plea and brought his lips to the delicate flesh of your ass. Your breathy panting turned into hungry groans as Loki sucked and licked the puckered hole.
"Loki...Loki I'm about to..."
You feel his tongue breach your hole, and with that you come colorfully. Your knees buckled, though Loki kept at you, and you rode out your blinding orgasm. You caught yourself on the side of the tub, and you turned around to see Loki sliding his fingers out of you for one last time. He looked at the glistening cum on his fingers as if it was liquid gold.
"Taste this pet," he held his fingers to your mouth. "Taste yourself off of my fingers."
You slipped down onto your knees and sucked the slickness clean off of his fingers. You swirled your tongue around them before moving to the dribble down his knuckles, sweeping them clean. You sealed your job well done with a kiss and smiled blissfully at him when your done. Loki, however, was still leering at you.
"I really hope that you didn't honestly think that I was done with you."
You raised an eyebrow, but then looked down and realized that you hadn't paid any attention to Loki yet! Before you knew it, he had you spun back around, this time on your knees so his hips could meet with yours. He positioned the head of his dock right at your still sensitive cock.
"My turn."
After many rounds of water-splashing, ass-smacking, back-clawing sex, the two of you ended up back on your bed, not sure of which wet spots were left by bathwater and which ones were left by you. Loki was lying up against the headboard while you were nestled up in the pillows next to him, a single streak of cum still running down your face.
"Loki...I think I put lavender in the tub so...I'm kind of tired..."
"I'm not surprised," he stated, looking down at you as you muzzled into his side.
You half-yawned, half-moaned, "That was the best bath I've ever taken..." You said before you finally passed out, succumbing to your exhaustion.
Loki looked forward, smirking to himself. He conjured a clone to clean up the mess in the bathroom.
...
Ever since then, your "Me Time" became "We Time."
