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Chapter 29
Luna: Her dark eyes focused on his green ones in the same instant his fingers made contact, with just a hint of a frown tugging at her eyebrows - part confusion of what was happening and why, and part from attempting to clear her head a little bit more from the hazy daze it was stumbling into. "Would you like me to?" she said in a voice only a hint above a whisper. He was so very close, and she could feel clearly the cold of his fingertips beneath her chin, but... Why? She almost blinked, yet his eyes held hers fast.
Loki: He didn't move for the longest time, searching her dark eyes for something... anything to give him a purpose to continue on. Why was he doing this, really? Why would he want this from a mortal girl? But she was so very... delicate. He felt as though he was holding glass... a very warm glass, so very soft and strange. How quickly he pushed all thoughts of never touching another being out of his hazed head, forgetting all that she had said to him, all he had done to her. She was beautiful, he thought as he searched over her face, so close to his, and she could very well be his if he continued to ignore all that had happened before this point.
He could not withstand it much longer. He closed the distance, placing his lips upon her cheek and then drifted over to her lips. He pulled away much faster, though, scrutinizing her for any reaction.
Luna: The moment his lips came into contact with her cheek, she exhaled briefly, after which her chest began rising and falling at a pace much quicker, racing with her heartbeat that was now unsteadily ticking in her head, easily louder than any thoughts that might have existed momentarily. The ones that did were all askew, mulling together into a mass she could hardly comprehend or make any sense of, making it easier for her to simply cease thinking altogether. Yes, that was better... But she could not ignore her own reactions to his sudden closeness, this new touch, which she returned ever so gingerly, but not before she took a small moment to wonder at the feeling of his lips... She knew that any attempts at relaxing would be fruitless, so she discarded those attempts at once. Once he pulled away, she looked at him curiously, and for less than a fraction of a second, a small smile pulled at the corners of her lips.
Loki: The moment he saw the smile come upon her lips, he moved closer, his hand rising to her neck as he carefully embraced her, his lips coming against hers once more, this time heavier and deeper. Her warmth was surprisingly comfortable, as his hand and his lips seemed for that moment to never be cold again. The hand went to the small of her back as the kiss deepened, lingering on as he had the urge to taste every bit of the alcohol that stained her skin. All he could think of was how soft her skin was, how small and delicate and dainty her body felt in his hands...
Luna: She drew in a slow, slightly quivery breath as she pressed her lips to his in return, her eyelids fluttering shut as she subconsciously leaned into his touch further. The cold that his hand spread wherever it touched upon was so very soothing to her, so very refreshing. It banished all the questions from her head, and even more - her mind was blissfully free from heaviness, and instead, her awareness of him grew. She scooted towards the edge of her chair in an attempt to get even closer to him, one of her hands venturing into his hair, tangling it about her fingers as her other hand went to rest at his shoulder. With each second she noticed more; the feel of his long hair as her fingers combed through it, the impossibly enjoyable feeling of his lips against her own, his scent, his breathing...
Loki: Pleased, he smoothed his hand down along the fabric of her jacket. He leaned further into her touch as he felt her small fingers entwine about his hair. He only smiled as he continued to kiss her, wishing to feel the entirety of her warm body, to have it against him... but he had to be patient. He could not scare her away, not now... He wanted this woman, and before he was only ignorant to it. Without much thought, his arms slipped around her back and underneath her knees and pulled her on his lap.
Luna: The feeling of his lips curving into a smile brought the same to her own, her heart continuing to hammer faster, surprising her anew - just when she thought it could not get any more frantic, it proved her wrong. More than gladly did she accept the change of position, her arms coming to lock around his shoulders and his neck, and she found herself arching her back in order to draw closer to him, her incredulous need guiding her. Her lips followed, savoring every millimeter of his, noticing the faint scent of the whiskey somewhere in the back of her mind, but ultimately - not caring. She kept her eyes closed as she toyed with his hair and lower, her increasingly heated fingertips padding upon the back of his neck. There was only him now.
Loki: He sighed as he continued letting his hands roam over her body, the fact that she was arching against his own body made his head nearly spin, the confusion within his mind growing, as he did not want to be touched, but at the same time, he ached for it. He let this continue for a good long while until he could take it no longer. He moved, keeping her upon him, but enough so that when he rose from the chair she still was cradled in his arms. He moved carefully over to the bed, knowing very well he could easily fall over given the right moment, his lips still connected to hers.
Luna: She clung to him as he carried her to one of the beds, not breaking the kiss for a single second, her arms only tightening about him, not loosening up even as he lowered them. Her eyes still shut, she slowly, but surely allowed herself to give in entirely, letting the need and the alcohol lead her body to explore his; her hands never rested in one place for longer than necessary to feel each inch of it, and always they would return, traveling about over the same places, unable to feel enough. If her mind was not so filled to the very brim of him and all about him, she might have found herself wondering or questioning. But there was no room for that at the moment.
Loki: He found himself leaning over her, feeling her hands longing to touch every bit of him, and with every touch of hers, he felt himself continually giving in to her, his mind being lost to him, for it was only her body he wished for at that very moment. He parted from her lips and began to work along her jawline, slowly trailing over her skin and down to her neck. Her warmth was becoming very addicting very fast, and he wondered for the slightest moment if she truly wanted this, or if it was merely the alcohol... She would be quicker to insult him not but hours ago, his dulled mind considered even as he kissed along her neck to where he felt her pulse beating, his teeth lingering at that very spot until, finally, he bit down just hard enough.
Luna: Thoughts were gone the very instant they appeared, so brief she hardly had time to register them; in fact, very little went registered but his touches, his sounds, his lean body moving against hers, stoking her, enticing her, heating her to no end. Once his lips moved on to her neck, her hand found its way up his prominent spine to the back of his head, where she played with his hair. Her other hand, in the meantime, grasped his shirt at his side and attempted to bring him even closer than he presently was, her mind hardly reasoning the fact that there was not much closer he could get. At the same time, her body lifted slightly to greet his every so often, and she was highly unaware of the sounds that escaped her at every kiss and every bite he left.
Loki: He let out a grumbling laugh as his teeth played along her neck. He felt her fingers in his hair, still, as she seemed to have an odd fascination with it while she toyed with it. He brought his own hand to her darker hair as she lifted herself to him, his fingers wrapping around it, determining with his own fascination how soft it was, as well. He moved his head down, deciding at that moment that he didn't want her clothed... But perhaps it was too early. He could not tell with his alcohol-addled mind. He tugged at the bottom of her shirt, indicating what he wanted, and then looked up into her heavy-lidded eyes for permission.
Luna: She glanced down at him, seeing him as such delivering a strong pang of excitement to each fiber of her being. A grin spread across her lips, and she subconsciously bit the lower one, giving him a short nod. To make it easier for both of them, she sat up, leaning in to attach her lips to his once more before allowing him to remove her shirt. It was almost surprising to her that she felt as if she did not have to think not even once, let alone twice about it. He felt too good.
Loki: He tore her shirt from her body, hungry to have her warm skin against him, and he tossed it to the side carelessly before letting his hands roam over her back, letting her press herself against him as she kissed him, his lips curling into a smile as he did so. He could not remember a time he has enjoyed a woman this much... In fact, he could not remember a time when he had enjoyed such great warmth this much.
Luna: She was so very unwilling to place any distance between his lips and hers, but that desire clashed with the one to remove his shirt, as well. The latter prevailed as she mustered up the willpower to pull away, her hands taking the hem of his shirt and starting to drive it upwards, her eyes instantly lowering to see that which she wished to touch for hours upon end, the soft, cold, pale skin... A shiver ran through her as with a hurried pace, she tried to remove it entirely, growing more and more impatient by the second.
Loki: He helped her, unbuttoning his shirt quickly, letting her slide it from his arms as he tossed it aside, his eyes only lingering over her body for a short moment, taking in her curves and her figure, hungrily taking it in, his hands wandering over his sides as he knelt over her.
Luna: She took several moments of her own to gaze upon his chest, his stomach... The lighter bits of distorted skin had caught her attention, and she blinked, unsure if it were just her vision being tampered with. To ensure, her hands followed not far behind her eyes, as she traced along the parts, feeling a texture different from the rest. Scars, she concluded, looking up at him in small worry, unsure now if he would let her touch him as such, see him as such. She did not mind.
Loki: He looked down to what caught her eye, almost forgetting the amount of scars he had collected in the past many years, the look of worry ridden in her features not going unknown to him. He tried to dismiss it, acting as though she had not seen that part of him, but he was unsure whether she would still want such a thing; it did not seem to phase her as much. In that moment, he felt as though she might just want him as much as he wanted her... truly. Not because he was a Prince, because he wore such a title no longer, not because he was a god, because he was admittedly weak, and not because she was drunk, because she only had a few drinks... And that, in itself, felt impeccably wonderful. He lowered himself so his chest was pressed against her bare one, his feet dangling partially off the side of the bed, his lips coming to press much more gently to hers.
Luna: She returned the kiss gladly, exhaling slowly in relief that he did not retreat and did not cease this altogether. More slowly, she allowed her bare fingertips to brush along his arms before returning upwards, with each second lowering more of her hand until her entire palm was pressed against his flesh. Every so often she would come across a scar, but her caresses did not waver for a moment. It felt so very liberating to not consider absolutely anything save for what was in front of her - the incredible, slim body that she simply could not part with, the almost possessive kisses he granted her, the knowing touches, interchanging between lighter and firmer... He lured reactions out of her impeccably. In between their kisses, she did not hesitate for a moment in slipping her tongue past his lips, growing eager to taste him.
Loki: He was becoming greedier and greedier every moment. He let his hands linger about her waist, one of his legs sliding between hers as he stayed over her body, encasing her almost entirely with himself, her hand still pressed warmly against his chest. How he wished to be entirely warm at that moment, to have her body never leave his. He let a low growl escape him as the hand around her waist began to tug at her bottoms, wishing to do entirely away of her silly Midgardian clothing, but his eyes tentatively went to hers almost reflexively, not wishing to suddenly be denied.
Luna: It was inevitable that they would finish what they started; she did not expect otherwise, and as far as she was concerned, she'd not be the one to stop it from playing out entirely. There was a haze over her mind, made of alcohol and pure need, coupled with the sounds produced by their bodies echoing within. All together - she wanted this. She wanted him. And she was not sure whether that need was her own or one fashioned by the drinks she's had - she had not had enough of it for it to be entirely its fault, she reasoned with what minuscule part of rationality there was in her. But even if it was the alcohol, all it would do was strengthen the desire she'd already had in her…
A small frown came across her features as this was not something she wanted to think about. In fact, she did not want to think at all. She wanted him. With that thought, she rose her hips and took hold of her own pants, pushing them lower and lower, all the while maintaining the gaze she held with him.
Loki: When the pants reached her ankles, he slid them off of her and tossed them aside, and then did the same with himself, throwing his in the same direction; his eyes never left hers as he beheld her body and then lowered his own to hers, continuing to ravish her with touches and kisses. "Are you certain?" he murmured, his brow furrowing slightly, partly out of reassurance for himself that there were reasons he wished for her, that this was not because of the alcohol, and partly because this could very well end any sort of relationship between the both of them if she comes to find that this was not of her consent.
Luna: She brushed off a strand of his hair as it framed his face while he leaned over her, looking at him with a smirk playing on her lips, meeting every kiss of his with her own. How caring, she thought briefly, though she did like it so... "Yes," she breathed out almost inaudibly, one of her legs making its way up his and ending up wrapped around his waist, as if emphasizing her answer. "And you?" she added thoughtfully after a moment of slight struggle for clarity, though it seemed to evade her more successfully than she would've liked to admit. There was no way for her to even out her heavy breathing, nor to calm her racing heartbeat that sent an exhilarating rush through every bit of her body. Now bare, the cold of his body reached her more fully than ever, and it made her shiver for several moments until she got used to it, realizing soon afterwards that she quite liked it. It gave relief to her almost burning skin.
Loki: He sighed. "Of course," he replied with a small, strange smile, wondering how that could even be a question. It was he who requested it in the first place. He leaned in to kiss her neck as he let himself settle in between her legs, trailing up her leg slowly and stopping every other moment to lightly dig his fingertips in. He could not have brought her any closer and still he tried.
From then on, it grew into an even more pleasurable daze, his hunger for her only increased monumentally with each touch, each movement. He felt as if he was diving off of the edge of the cliff, his control leaving him the instant he stepped off.
