Darcy's eyes fluttered open and she groaned softly, her head pounding. Slowly she sat up, holding the sheet up over her exposed breasts. She looked around her room: a mess. And then down at her side.
Lying on his back was Loki; one arm bent up to rest his hand beneath his pillow. His black hair was an absolute mess and his lips were slightly parted. As Darcy shifted, feeling uncomfortable just staring at his serine sleeping face, she winced at the soreness between her legs.
Carefully, she sunk back down and cursed the sun light. And Loki. Damn him and his seducing ways, she thought. Darcy figured she'd be more embarrassed about their late night bedroom tussle later when she'd have a nice cup of coffee and showered up.
Her body became tense as she caught Loki blinking his eyes open next to her out of the corner of her gaze. They didn't say a word to each other at first, just stared straight up at the ceiling.
"It never happened . . ." Darcy said quietly, not bothering to turn her head.
"It never happened." Loki repeated more clearly.
A/N: Just something short :)