Loki was driving us into Boston. The sun was very beautiful the more it rose. Loki's sunglasses hid his eyes from me. I stared at his hand on the rest between our seats. I placed my hand on top of his. He glanced at me and grinned, turning his palm up and twisting his fingers into mine. We didn't speak much on the way, but Loki had asked me a few times whether I was okay. My answer was always the same because I couldn't have felt more in love with Loki. I was quiet because I was still trying to figure out how to ask him about the massive arsenal hiding in that secret room of his apartment. I figured that Loki didn't want me to know about it, or he would have told me. However, it didn't stop me from wondering.
When we finally arrived at the hotel, we only had time to put our bags down before Loki answered the call from the realtor who was meant to show us around. We drove into a place called Brighton and I could barely focus on the beautiful (and expensive) houses we were looking at, because I couldn't ignore the way that the realtor kept staring at Loki while we ventured further into the second home. As Loki and I ascended the steps to the second floor, the realtor grinned and flipped her deep brown curls. Loki clasped my hand habitually and I saw the realtor's smile flicker into a straight line. Part of me couldn't have blamed the realtor for checking out Loki's behind as he leant out of the French doors onto the balcony in the master bedroom. I knew that he looked glorious with his silky hair pulled back neatly into a ponytail. He had a perfect posture and the clearest green eyes anyone could have ever seen, his features perfectly chiseled as if at the hands of da Vinci himself. I leant back against the wall and crossed my arms in a pleased manner. Loki was mine, and mine alone.
"Come see the yard, flower," Loki said without turning around, beckoning me with a wave of his graceful hand. I walked over to where he was standing and quickly found that hand on the small of my back.
"There's a gazebo, too," the realtor said, her voice nearly disappointed when Loki pulled me in closer to himself.
"But you could take that down if you don't like it," she said. Loki turned his head back to face her politely.
"I wouldn't dream of it," he said, leaning his head down to my height.
"Imagine our children out there in the summer, Jas," he said, his voice so saccharine that I swear I tasted the sugar on his lips when he kissed me. I still had my eyes closed as he turned around to ask the realtor how old the house was. She stuttered momentarily, choking on her words. I quickly caught on that Loki had sensed her flirtatiousness, and my subsequent jealousy, because he started to massage my hip as if absently, but he knew exactly what he was doing. The rest of the time that she showed us houses, the realtor stopped throwing Loki suggestive gazes. He made sure to touch me in any small possible way whenever she was looking. I had to hold it in not to break out laughing at her. I began to understand Loki's possessiveness about me; I hadn't been able to stand that woman looking at him like she was.
When we returned to the hotel, I kicked off my heels. Loki and I had been dressed to the nines for the entire day. He'd said that looking expensive was the best way to get the realtor to show us the best places. Though, as Loki slipped out of his Armani vest, I knew for certain he could have afforded any goddamn house he wanted. I sighed, finally feeling my calcaneus correct itself. Loki laughed.
"What?" I asked curiously.
"That realtor drove you stark raving mad," he said, grinning with teeth. My face reddened.
"Don't flatter yourself," I said, smacking Loki's chest playfully as I started past him. But I didn't make it far because Loki grabbed me, causing me to drop my heels.
"And if it had been the other way around, I would have made her watch me take you—right outside on that balcony, the jealous wench."
Every hair on the back of my neck stood up at the lascivity of Loki's voice. He was gripping my waist firmly, massaging my hips. A moan escaped me as Loki lifted me up off my feet and placed me on the bureau behind me. He kept his eyes locked on mine as he tucked his hands deeply under my dress and found the top of my stockings. Loki pulled them down my legs, slowly, intimately, in every way that made me wet. His knuckles brushing firmly over my skin caused me to shiver.
"There's no need to be jealous, pet," Loki grinned, "I'm all yours."
I gasped when Loki picked me up off the dresser and carried me to the bed. He laid me there carefully and began to kneel on the carpet in front of me. He went for my underwear next and pulled them off in a flash. I sat up and gasped as he pulled me with alacrity towards the edge of the bed where he was gazing attentively beneath my dress. He pulled me closer until my legs were resting perfectly over his shoulders, and began applying gentle kisses to my inner thighs, exhaling and moaning simultaneously. I pulled Loki's hair out of the ponytail and he gazed up at me and smiled before taking me even closer to his head.
"You know where my loyalty lies, flower." I fought not to moan too loudly as Loki's tongue delved inside of me deeply. My body thoroughly ached from the previous night, but the slight discomfort was overcome by pleasure. I began to breathe unevenly, pushing my hands through Loki's hair. I panted and sighed, beginning to weep in euphoria. Loki gazed up at me a few seconds, pushing my dress back further so that I could behold his ministrations.
Though his lips were busy being attached to me, I could see the smile in his eyes, which slowly crimsoned until the irises were completely red. When Loki exhaled again, the breath was freezing against my skin, but I threw my head back and moaned, as it was oddly a good sensation. Finally, I gave way and laid back, pulling my hands through my hair frantically, moaning obscenities. I began rolling my hips forward, no longer able to control myself. Loki's grip on my legs deadbolted, holding me in place, yet I squirmed nonetheless. Loki's tongue and lips left me suddenly. I sat up to see why he'd stopped only to find him undressing frantically. He kicked off his shoes and made his way on top of me, gripping his hardness with anticipation. He didn't bother to take my dress off, but merely kept the skirt of it above my hips before positioning himself between my legs and searching for my entrance. There was utter desperation on his face until he found me and admitted his length. Loki sighed and his eyes closed a moment. When they opened again, I found them to be green. I moaned painfully, gripping Loki's shoulder blades. He never winced when I sunk my nails into his skin. He was gentle all the way until orgasm, at which point I felt the nerves firing through my entire being uncontrollably. I laid on my side facing Loki, who was propped up on his elbow, rubbing my hip beneath my dress. I loved the way that life filled his every feature and brightened his skin in the afterglow.
"I am nobody's but yours, Jasmine," Loki said, finally breaking the silence. I smiled.
"I knew that," I said wryly. Loki laughed and the vibrations of his voice caused me to shiver pleasurably. Loki's hand slipped between my legs a little bit and massaged my inner thigh. I winced, shifting so that they parted further. I lifted the skirt of my dress to find that I was thoroughly bruised. Loki's eyes widened a little bit, but eased up when I laughed about it.
"There's no way I'm going to be able to walk for at least a few days. How are we supposed to see houses if I can't even get around?" I asked. I thought I saw Loki blush. This was the first time we had sex two days in a row. I hadn't been given enough time to properly recover from the previous night.
"You should have stopped me," Loki said sweetly, sitting up and pulling my dress back further to inspect my inner thighs. I cupped his face in my hands and he looked at me.
"I'm fine," I said reassuringly. Loki sighed, half believing me. He kissed my temple and stood up out of bed. I watched him get dressed again before he extended a hand to me from the foot of the bed, leaning against it on one knee.
"I'm taking you to dinner, like a proper gentleman. This evening should have started there," Loki explained honestly. I cocked my head to the side before finally registering that he wasn't kidding. I knew he felt badly about bruising me, but honestly, I really didn't mind it. If anything, they would be reminders of his passion every time I saw them. Loki said we could go anywhere that I wanted, but I had no idea where I wanted to go, seeing as I didn't know the area very well. We ate somewhere upscale anyway, and when we got back, I was so exhausted that I just wanted to get ready for bed. I showered and Loki spent some time on the computer going through more house searches. I walked out of the bathroom slightly dripping still from my shower. Loki looked very preoccupied in what he was doing. I stood there a moment and watched him. He never turned to look in my direction, and then his phone rang. He looked to see who was calling and stood up. He smiled.
"I've really got to take this, flower. Go to bed. I'll be right there," he said, kissing my head momentarily before grabbing his key card and walking out of the hotel room. Loki disappeared somewhere, because I couldn't hear him from inside the room. I went into my suitcase which Loki had packed and found a pair of pajamas. I put them on and crawled into the bed. I started thinking about that secret room again. Loki wasn't back by the time I fell asleep.
