We were now sitting at home. I made sure to grab the new gifts (a rose and new book) and quickly whisk them away into my room. I was still pretty shocked at how fast Loki and I were moving along. We weren't in a relationship but it was a good friendship. If you could call it that. I've never believed in affinities really, or love at first sight, but the beating of my heart and redness of my face when I merely think about him tells another story. Colin was sitting on the sofa, since he knew that the green chair was my chair. If Loki ever came round, he'd probably sit in it, just to annoy me. Or trap me in it. Or… Shut up. Stupid mind. I had a cup of tea (two sugars and a decent amount of milk) in my hands while Colin sipped coffee. Coffee was okay but tea was the classic drink. It was the bane of my life. I loved it. I'd have more than 6 cups a day sometimes.

"So, how long have you known Loki?" Colin asked to break the comfortable silence. I swallowed my tea and licked my lips.
"2 days. He came into the library yesterday. We just clicked." Colin looked like he was fighting a smile.
"I thought my little sister didn't believe in love at first sight." I rolled my eyes. Stupid Colin. Stupid God.
"Well, yeah, but I'd never felt it before. It was… strange to say the least. I took one look at him and felt… complete." Colin tilted his head.
"So, not just lust? You feel like you're in love with him after two days?" Ugh, he made everything sound stupid.
"No, not love. It's just… If I learn more about him, I'll consider a relationship." I didn't want to tell Colin everything. Like perhaps the fact that Loki was God. Or that I was his soul mate. Or that I felt like I couldn't breathe without him near. He had told me that his brother, Thor, met his Other on Earth. Where was he now? Was he with her? Were they on Earth or were they… where Loki came from? I wouldn't know for sure until I saw Loki again and asked him. I'm feeling all hot and bothered now… Damn it, I can scarcely breathe properly.

"Well, you're taking precautions, which is good. I don't want you to just rush into things." Colin informed me. I nodded. Francesca was the kind of girl who didn't think when it came to decisions. I used my head first. I was called a robot sometimes for it but I didn't care. "So, tell me about Francesca." So I launched into the tale of Frankie's misfortune and how she was moving in down the street, glad to be off the subject of Loki before I let something slip.

I woke up feeling a little sad. It was a Sunday. Which meant no work. Which meant no Loki. He might walk up to the library and, bless his heart, find the library closed. Poor man. Nah, he knows. Besides, if Loki was feeling how I did, he wouldn't be able to keep away much longer. I had a sneaking suspicion that he would turn up sooner rather than later. I went to the kitchen to get a nice cup of tea and found a note on the table. I opened it to find it from Colin, to my shameful disappointment.

'Gone to see Gracelyn. She lives on the other side of town so I figured it'd be nice to see her. I might bring her home so be prepared in case I do! I won't be a burden to my poor frail sister much longer so don't you worry! Love you.
Colin'

I smiled softly. Colin had been around this woman for probably a month. It was longer than Loki and I but he had gotten a nice bond with Gracelyn, from what I could tell anyway. I folded the note and put it back on the table, in case I forgot. I looked at the kettle and my heart would have smiled if it could. But my greasy hair stopped me. I felt it and grimaced. Ugh, that didn't feel very nice. If Loki saw me like this, I would die. Whether I could or not, I would just die. I ran up the stairs quickly and locked myself into my bathroom, as though Loki was in my house already.

I undressed quickly and turned on the water. As I waited for the water to heat up, I wished I had my tea now. The steam in my shower made me turn around and get in. The scalding water washed over my body and I felt immediately refreshed. Much better. Lathering the shampoo and conditioner and I looked at my shower radio. Music… Yes please. I clicked the button and it went to my favourite station. And they were just about to play a song. Talk about luck! And it was one of my favourites. 'Sh-Boom' by The Chords. It was in the movie, Cars. I loved it tonnes and I grinned. If the volume had not been so loud, I would have heard the door open and close. If the steam had not been so thick, I would have seen a figure lean against the door, just staring at the foggy cubicle.

The song ended and I sighed with annoyance. It was much too short. I turned off the radio, having washed properly. The steam had not yet cleared in the cubicle so I opened the door a little, groping blindly for the towel. I removed it from the towel rack and dried myself off quickly in the cubicle and then wrapped the towel around my body. It was a smaller towel than I remembered but I ignored it. It's not like Loki would come while I was in the shower. Right? I was holding the towel up from the back, a habit I had developed when I went swimming so that people would definitely not see my scars. I opened the door completely and I stepped out. I expected a rush of cold air but no, I hit a hot, tall thing. I looked up and froze, all of my blood going cold. Loki was staring down at me.

I stood shock still, still getting over the surprise. My grip on the towel tightened as his eyes swept over my body. "How long have you been in here?" His jaw was clenched, as though controlling himself. Hah! Take that! He managed to compose himself.
"Since just after you turned your musical device on." I cocked an eyebrow.
"A radio, Loki. It's a radio." He didn't reply. He only took a step closer to me and put one hand on the back of my neck and the other my hand keeping my towel up. Damn this small towel. It stopped mid-thigh. Not something I was comfortable with. "Allow me, my lady." He breathed into my ear and he gently removed the towel from my hand. Now he was in control. Breathing was getting difficult. I thought breathing was hard away from him; it's even more so when he's right in front of me. "Another sleepless night because of you, my lady. Let's not make a habit of this." Loki murmured into my collar bone. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, oh shit… "I believe a punishment is in order." DOUBLE SHIT. He licked my collar bone. I'm going to kill you! I swear I am! I screamed in my mind. I'm pretty sure he heard my cursing as well but he did not react to either. Instead he spoke. In my mind.

I hardly think so, my lady. Great, now we can speak through telepathy. I'm not going to lie though; his voice in my mind just sounded even better. You have the most undeniably sexy voice in the history of mortals and immortals. He chuckled deeply and continued licking my neck, peppering it with kisses. And you, my lady, are the most undeniably sexy mortal and immortal I have ever met. And then he bit down. Not hard but enough to make me shamefully moan. I felt his grin against my neck and slowly my own hands were moving up to his shoulders. His sexy voice saying sexy was just… I felt like I melted. I sincerely hate you. With a passion. How was I supposed to react to this? When he was touching me like this? When he was making me feel these things? What am I supposed to do? You're passionate about me. That's a good sign. Damn it, he really knew how to change my words.

He continued moving his free hand over my body as he brushed his lips over my face, making sure not to linger anywhere too long. And he completely missed my own lips every time. Are you going to kiss me or not? I'm getting impatient. I complained to him. He chuckled darkly into the corner of my mouth. This man is just the sweetest sin. I'd kill him if I weren't so interested in him. Or completely at his mercy. I was under the impression the female kissed the man first. Was that true? I didn't know whether the man kissed first or the woman… Hm. Oh well. Might as well lie to the God of Lies while I have the chance. No, it's the male here. I'm sure of it. In fact, I'm positive. So there, Pombear.
Pombear?
Yes, Pombear. It's a type of crisp. It's just a thing I like to say. In fact, that may be my new nickname for you. We're getting off topic. What happened to kissing me? He was putting it off, the sly bastard. He was teasing me. Taunting me, even. And being taunted was the third thing on my list of things I don't like. Sly, cocky, evil, sexy, tempting, stupid, fascinating God…

Thank you for that long list of adjectives of me. I'll be sure to live up to those for you. Now, what happened to my other nickname? Mr Handsome, I believe it was. I'll kill him. I'll kill him. I'll kiss him. I'll kiss him. Whoops. Swapped the 'L' with the 'S'. Interesting. Why don't you initiate the kiss then? He was just being an insufferable man now. During the whole of this interesting conversation, he's still kissing my face and, oh, now he's brushing his fingers over the flesh on my back. Wait, on my back? No, stop!

Too late. He froze and his eyes opened. His insanely soft fingers could feel the scars on my back. The horrid, ugly, ridged scars on my back that my selfishness and misfortune had caused. Slowly, he pulled away. All thoughts of him kissing me disappeared as I was now worried what his reaction would be. Anger? Revulsion? Disgust? Disappointment? I hated to think about it but my thoughts were plagued with them. "Turn around." He whispered softly. I gulped but didn't argue. The relationship-no, the friendship had been going so great. It felt like heaven. And now, it was over. It would be over and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it because I can't hide the ugliness. I had mentioned that my appearance was something I was proud of. But the stupid god damn scarring ruined it all. Backless dresses were burned. Slightly transparent cardigans and other garments were ripped and then chucked away. Now, only shirts remained. A waistcoat or two but no dresses.

His hands glided softly over every scar on my back. It would have felt nice if I had not been too wrapped up in my own fears. Why? Why? I didn't want this to end. Not yet. Not at all. But he had found out too early. "How did you get these?" Loki's voice was so soft that I almost didn't hear it. I swallowed thickly.
"Attempted suicide." I whispered shamefully. I hung my head and refused to look up at all. And then he startled me. Instead of pushing me away and leaving, Loki stooped a little and kissed my scars. Each and every one of them. What was happening? He should be rejecting me! "What are you doing?" I asked between shivers. Okay, I shouldn't be acting like that after this emotional… thing but it was a pleasurable experience anyway.
"Even I'm not sure, my lady." He replied in hushed tones.

We had moved downstairs shortly after. I was now sitting in my seat with a nice hot cup of tea. The cup of tea I had neglected earlier for a shower. Loki sat opposite me, sipping his very first cup of tea. "Do you like it?" I asked, sounding less eager to hear his opinion than I really was. He smiled.
"Indeed I do. It's a very enjoyable taste." I nodded and then swallowed more tea. I've said it many times but I just can't get enough of tea. Tea and Loki. Oh dear. "Is that so?" Damn it. I cleared my throat.
"No. I was lying." I said simply and then sipped more of my delicious beverage. Loki looked at me, amused.
"Lying is a sin, Alfirin." He told me with a glint in his eyes. I swallowed.
"Then I'm going to hell." I replied with what I hoped was a suggestive tone. He cocked an eyebrow.
"I'm sure you'll go to hell for more scandalous things than lying." He said. Oh dear Gods… Oh yeah? Well, take this!
"Oh, you have no idea, Loki. No idea." I replied in a more sultry tone. What was I thinking?

Loki's eyes seemed to darken and his grip on the mug tightened so much that his knuckles went white and the mug seemed to crack a little. "Don't break the mug, Loki." I teased with an eyebrow raised. It did nothing to help him. In fact, it worsened his, uh… state. He didn't move but I could have sworn I heard a small animalistic growl coming from his chest. I'm not gonna lie; it turned me on. Hell, everything about this man turned me on. Oh no… He can read my thoughts… Only when I have great emotion though or intending to speak to him… Does arousal count as an emotion? Apparently, it does. He pounced.

The tea seemed not to matter anymore. Loki was a little more addictive than I had initially thought. So, basically, he put the mug down incredibly fast and then leaned right over me when he had been on the other side of a table. His strangely soft lips attacked my neck and I was gasping for breath. Do I ever get a break? It would seem not. It felt strange to have the man almost straddling me and he seemed to agree. So he flipped us with his stupid, inhuman, incredible strength. Well, it shouldn't take a lot of strength but he did it so effortlessly. Now, I was straddling his hips and he still had his lips glued to my neck. As pleasurable as it felt, I wanted to make him feel it. Yeah, let him feel how helpless I am! Take that, Loki! So I moved my neck out of the way and kissed his neck instead. The reaction was instant.

He groaned and tipped his head back to delight in the feeling I was giving him. I kissed his pulse a few times and then traced my lips around his collar bone. I was lucky so far; Loki hadn't found my 'weak spot'. If he had, I'd be putty in his hands. He'd be able to do anything he wanted, provided he returned to that spot every few minutes. My ex was a proper bastard and found it because he was impatient. He used the spot against me and… yeah. You get the picture.

Loki groaned particularly loudly with his eyes closed and that was when I knew that I had found it. I licked it a few times and his moans were absolutely delicious. He was shivering and I wanted to laugh at him, if I'm honest. What happened to the control? I'll tell you. I stole it! Hahahahaha! "You're simply… evil…" Loki managed to get out in a strangled voice. I smirked into his spot.
"I know. And this here's the reason why I'll be going to hell." And then I bit him. His eyes shot open and he gasped exceptionally loudly. "Told ya." I murmured into his neck and all he could do was breathe heavily.
"And I thought… breathing… without you… near was… difficult…" Loki gasped out. He did too?
"Well, so did I but look at us now." I whispered. Now, to continue or to stop and deprive him? A tricky choice…

I unstuck my lips from his neck and got up from the chair and his lap. He still seemed to be recovering so I allowed him a little while longer in my chair. As he watched me, still breathing deeply, I winked and picked up my tea again. He grinned massively and then closed his eyes. "And this is why you interest me, my lady." He mumbled. I smiled.

Well, more steamy stuff going on here! I should probably add more plot but writing this is so fun! If you want more plot line and less citrus, just let me know in a review or something and I'll try to do so! But if you like the citrus, then great ;D I've been really busy, emotionally and physically (even mentally), so I'm sorry for lack of updates :/ I've been writing stories, getting them as far as I can before I get too impatient, and then posting. I hope you guys don't mind! Cheers folks. Adios.

Luna