Fluff alert ;) Just warning ya. Nothing too too explicit, but a little bit of fun Loja naughtiness…

Warmth enveloped Anja as her eyes opened to slits. She could feel strong arms around her, holding her to the chest of the owner… and warm breath cascaded over the back of her neck. She couldn't help the shiver that came over her as she turned her body to study the man holding her.

He looked so peaceful asleep. Dark lashes splayed over his high cheekbones, his thin lips peaceful and relaxed. Without thinking, she leaned in to press a gentle kiss to his lips. She lingered for a moment, closing her own eyes before she felt his arms encircle her once more, pulling her into him. When she opened her eyes, she saw him looking back at her and she pulled away to meet his gaze.

"Well good morning to you too," Loki said with a grin. She smiled from her place beside him on the bed, the sheets wrapped around her bare body. "How are you?"

She shifted a little bit, taking him in. There was a dull throbbing in her belly still. "Sore," she admitted as she placed a palm on his chest, facing him. His brow furrowed as he took in the new love bites he had left her with.

"Forgive me, My Lady," he whispered. "I did not wish to-"

"Loki," she said quietly as she kissed his cheek. "I told you, I do not mind." Her own hand came to rest under a crescent shape on his own shoulder. "And I can obviously hold my own when it comes to that arena of your bed."

He shuddered, closing his eyes as her hand traced around the area that she had indicated. He brought his forehead to hers, eyes closed as they lay in his bed, facing each other. Anja's hand came to rest on his chest. "What time is it?" she asked quietly. She knew full well that she would be missed sooner or later. Her class was leaving that afternoon to go back to the Academy's realm. Loki's magic would only go so far…

He opened his eyes, but his forehead remained on hers. "It is not yet light out," he replied. A look out the window told him that. He could see the very beginnings of the dawn creeping over the tops of the mountains.

"Mmmm," she replied as she nuzzled into him more, planting a few chaste kisses on his lips. "We still… have some… time then…"

"Anja," he said in between kisses. "Let's go to the gardens."

She pulled away again to meet his gaze, taking in a breath as she studied him. "Will we not be discovered?" she said quietly.

Loki rolled his eyes, feigning exasperation. "Oh, My Lady. Do you forget who you are with?"

She let out a huff of a laugh as he pulled her into him again. The dull glow of his bedchambers from the night before had all but subsided now, nothing but darkness hiding her from him. She let out a gasp as one of his hands found its way between her legs, snaking across her thighs. She latched onto him. "Never," she breathed. "I will never be able to forget you."

He chuckled into her hair. "Oh Anja… I wish you knew what joy your words brought to my heart."

She smiled into the darkness, closing her eyes as his hand continued its skilled ministrations below. When he pulled away from her, he took her silhouette in. That was really all he could make out from her; the faint shadow of high cheekbones… the outline of rounded, thin lips….

"Come," he said after another moment. "I wish to greet the morning."

She rolled her eyes this time, following him out of the warmth of his bed simply for the sake of holding his hand. She never wanted this to end.

"Now," Loki said in a slight whisper as his old clothes appeared on his body, leather pants and green undershirt hanging off of him as he finished the buttons without magic. "We need a gown for you."

Anja gave him a wry smile as she realized he had buttoned his shirt with the buttons out of line, the hem out of kilter in an almost comical fashion. His hair was going out in all directions as well. With a wave of her hand, her own gown appeared back on her body from its crumpled state on the ground, newly pressed as she had rearranged the molecular structures to straighten themselves within the material. Then she went to fix his own poor handling of his shirt.

She smiled up at him as she undid each button, moving down his torso at a slow rate. One, two, three…

She realigned the material without opening the shirt up, going back up his torso as she redid each button correctly. "We can't have a prince looking unkempt now, can we?" she whispered as he kissed her forehead chastely. Her hands went up to slick his hair back down before she returned his kiss, planting her own on his cheek.

He chuckled. "Whatever would I do without you, My Sweet Anja?"

She took a step back, feigning seriousness as she took him in. "Why, My Prince, I do believe you would be forced to wear your wardrobe in the most improper way."

He stepped into her again, wrapping his arms around her waist. "Oh, heaven forbid it," he said quietly as he leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth, cupping the opposite side of her face in one hand. His lips brushed down her throat lightly, feathering the tender skin in air-like kisses. "I would certainly sleep better, I suppose."

She let out another laugh as he withdrew. "The gardens do sound lovely now that you have me up," she said quietly. At her words, he had waved his hand and his boots had appeared on his feet. He offered his arm to her, which she took, and headed straight for his chamber door.

*o*O*o*

Anja took in a deep breath as she took in the beauty that had once been her classroom. The gardens were exactly as she had remembered them, though the cooler weather had rendered some of the blooms most uncooperative by the looks of the flower beds. The fountains stretched out in front of her, depositing into the largest one at the very end of the gentle sloping grounds.

She looked at Loki, beaming as her fingers intertwined with his. The sun was peaking over the tops of the mountains in the distance, a heavenly glow accompanying it. It made her think of Loki's bedroom the night before and her corset was suddenly very, very hot.

She cleared her throat, heading straight for the largest fountain. They did not have time to go to the river. She would have to be back to Mistress Elena before the sun fully rose in the sky. But, for now, she just let herself fall into the basic rhythm that she had taught herself so long ago. She inhaled, stretching her fingers out in front of her as she bid the water molecules to rise. They came in long, graceful tendrils and she let out a laugh of exhilaration.

When she was finished, she turned to Loki. He had sat down in the gardens on the grass that framed the nearest flower bed as he watched her. She went to join him, his fingers reaching out to take hers again as she settled herself in the plush grass.

"I love you, Anja," he said suddenly. "You know this, yes?"

She turned to him, wide-eyed. "If last night was any indication-"

"Anja," he said, an admonishing tone slipping into his voice. "Anyone can make love to another. My Darling… I love you. And when I say that, I don't just want your body. I love your mind… your laugh… the little ways your mouth twitches when you try not to smile- something you are doing right now," he grinned through those last words as he realized a wide grin was attempting to spread across Anja's face. "And… Anja?" he hesitated for the briefest of moments, trying to decide if he wanted to be so blatant about his feelings for another. She was the only one he had ever truly been open with, though, and he saw no reason to stop now. "I love the way you love me."

She smiled completely at that, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. "And I love you for all those things and more," she replied as she brought a hand to his face. She could feel the faintest stubble of a beard against his usually smooth chin. "And nothing. Nothing-" she emphasized. "Will ever change how much I love you."

She had brought her forehead to his now, eyes closed as she enjoyed his presence. He pecked her lips playfully before cradling her against his chest and lying back with her. She could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady as she lay there on top of him. Time seemed to shut down for a while, Anja's hand interlocked with his.

"The sun is rising higher," she said after a while.

Loki opened his eyes, looking up in the sky. He felt a wave of disappointment come over him. "And I suppose Mistress Elena will be looking for you once my projection wears off," he murmured.

Anja chewed her lower lip, sadness welling up within her. "Yes… Valhalla forbid that Mistress Elena have to go searching for me only to find that I have been whisked helplessly off my feet by a sorcerer that would greatly rival her own capabilities… She is rather overprotective of us girls…"

Loki chuckled. "I am quaking in my boots, Anja," he said with a chuckle. She shifted against him before sitting up completely, running a hand through her hair. Almost automatically, he felt the familiar pain of loss hum through him. He wanted her. He needed her. She could not leave him again. "Anja… You realize my standing in the magical community, do you not?" One of his hands had come up to trail over her shoulder, rubbing the flesh there sensually.

She looked over her shoulder at him. "Of course," she replied after a moment's thought. She clearly did not understand where this was going.

"Well, what if I…" could he say it? Bring this thought up to her before it was too late? "What if I made it so you could stay in Asgard to complete your training… with me?"

He could feel her body shift again under his palm, the muscles of her shoulders relaxing to his touch. "I… To be truthful, Loki, I believe it best for me to continue on at The Academy." His hand had stopped its rubbing as she turned to face him completely. "And I do not say that for not wanting to be with you. Trust me, Loki, I do. More than you could ever imagine. But we must be honest with ourselves. How much studying or tutoring do you think we would actually accomplish with such a comfortable bedchamber of yours a short walk away?"

Loki pursed his lips, seeing her rationale even now. "I will miss you, Anja," he whispered. "When shall you return?"

She chewed her lower lip. "I do not know yet," she said truthfully. "It may not be for several months."

Loki closed his eyes, inhaling before opening them to look back at her large, silver ones. "Then, just as I did last time, I will be waiting for you upon your return."

She smiled as she bent over to him, planting a chaste kiss on his lips before pulling away and standing up. He rose as well, brushing grass from his pants. They embraced one last time, Loki burying his nose in her hair as he remembered everything about her. Her scent, the feel of her breasts against him… his arms around her frame.

"I love you, Anja," he said one last time.

"And I love you," she replied evenly, unwaveringly. "Always and forever, My Prince."

And so ends my first smut fic. I am hoping it was tasteful, but I did want to try my hand at the raw side of the emotions. Thanks for all the reviews to my little side show :D They were very much appreciated.

Now, off to start the next chapter to 'Lacrimosa' ;)

~Sirius