Granny Smith Marshmallows
30 Day OTP Challenge
Disclaimer: I don't own The Avengers or this writing challenge. I don't know who made it but I got it from Batsutousai.
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skydancer2ooo: So you finally noticed, huh? I read a story once where Loki lost some of his powers or his Jötun blood or something so it took longer to recover from using magic, thus forcing him to use it sparingly.
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A/N: This chapter really has no point. I just followed the prompt. It's very… passionate… ^^"
And sorry it's shorter than most if not all of the other chapters.
Lips crashed and bodies slammed together in a tangled mess of teeth, tongue, and cloth. Desperate tongues hungrily explored hot mouths as anxious hands quickly wandered writhing bodies. Hair was grasped, clothes were removed, lips were ravished, and air was becoming harder and harder to find.
The two men paused, panting in unison, staring at each other with dazed but contented smiles.
Bruce lay on his back on the bed, one arm above his head, the other wrapped around Loki's neck. Loki was hovering above Bruce, one arm pinning the doctor's to the bed while the other rested beside the brunette's head. He leaned down to capture Bruce's lips once more, naïvely thinking it would be the last time.
The arm around his neck tightened, and the arm that was pinned manage to free itself and wrap around his neck as well. He kept one arm beside Bruce's head to steady himself, allowing his other to travel down the doctor's chest and rest on his hip. His slender fingers gently pushed up the fabric of Bruce's shirt, only stopping when it reached his stomach. His cold hands slid under the shirt, running all over the brunette's chest. Bruce gave a soft gasp that faded into a contented sigh and retaliated by tangling his fingers in the god's silky hair, making a fist to hold him in place. The pale man gave an approving groan, removing his lips from the doctor's. He kissed down his partner's neck, nipping at the skin just below his jaw. He heard the brunette give another soft gasp and took it as a sign to continue. He latched on to the spot, nipping and sucking, coaxing more approving and contended sounds from the doctor. A few minutes later, he returned to said doctor's lips, earning an eager response.
Now it was Bruce's turn. He subtly leaned up, graduating into a sitting position with the god on his lap. Their kiss remained unbroken, his fingers were still fisted in Loki's hair, and Loki's fingers were currently traveling around Bruce's neck. The brunette kept one hand in the silky black hair and let the other hand wander down Loki's pale frame, running over his side and making him shiver in delight. The hand finally rested on his thigh. The god was too involved with the Battle of the Tongues to notice the doctor's grip or the fact that he was being relocated. It was only when Bruce pulled away and smirked down at him that he realized they had moved at all.
"That's not-" Before the got could manage to say "fair," his lips were claimed once more.
"No talking," the doctor murmured against the god's lips. Loki complied, tangling one hand in the brunette's locks and cupping his face with the other. Bruce kissed the corner of the god's mouth, moving to his jaw and up to his ear. He kissed the lobe and ran his tongue along the shell, enjoying the barely-stifled gasps he was earning in response. He gently sucked on the lobe, smirked when the god groaned. Bruce let go of his ear, moving over to kiss his nose. He was about to kiss his pale pink lips- seriously, they were less than a centimeter apart- when Bruce's annoyingly advanced phone rang.
"Urgent message from Tony Stark," said the voice in the phone. The two men groaned in unison.
"How urgent is 'urgent' coming from Stark?" Loki asked with a pant.
"Won't know until I answer," Bruce replied with a sigh. He pulled away just enough to reach his phone, tapping the "answer" button and holding the phone to his ear.
"I am going to kill you," he told Tony. The billionaire could swear he heard laughter in the background.
"Am I interrupting something?" he asked. Bruce could hear the smirk in his voice.
"As a matter of fact, you are. What's so urgent?" he asked with a sigh.
"Nothing that can't wait. Have fun." With that, Tony hung up, leaving an even more annoyed Bruce in his wake. But the anger didn't last long. Bruce smirked and turned back to his laughing god.
"Now, where were we?"
Have you ever tried to write passion while eating strawberries and whipped cream? I can't tell if it fuels my writing skills or makes the writer's block worse.
The scary part is I actually had inspiration for this…
