If You're Not The One – Daniel Bedingfield
If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today?
If you're not the one then why does my hand fit yours this way?
If you are not mine then why does your heart return my call
If you are not mine would I have the strength to stand at all
I'll never know what the future brings
But I know you're here with me now
Loki hesitated at the door, coffee mug in hand. A faint blush stained her cheeks at his intense stare and she casually slid one naked leg under the barrier of the covers and rolled to her side.
"Hey."
"Hey," she repeated. An awkward silence beat around them in the typical morning-after episode. Alex motioned toward the coffee. "For me?"
"Oh yes." He moved toward her and sat on the edge of the bed. He handed her the mug, watching as she took an appreciative sniff of the rich Colombian roast. She sighed with pleasure after a taste.
"Good?"
"Perfect. I love strong coffee."
His lower lip twitched. "I figured." He didn't say anything for a while as she drank. He seemed to wait for an opening but Alex figured he couldn't ask her if she slept well, since they had hardly closed their eyes.
She took the opportunity to really look at him.
"How do you feel?" he asked.
She blinked as she watched a lock of his hair that had slipped over his forehead. She noticed he kept his attention on her face rather than the sheet that she had allowed to fall from her breasts.
"Fine. My muscles are a bit sore, though. And I need a hot shower."
"Yes," he said staring intently " A shower."
"Do you want some breakfast?" she asked
"Breakfast?" he repeated
She smiled as she placed the mug on the night stand and resumed her lying position. "I'll cook something once I get dressed. Then we can figure out what we should do today."
His eyebrow rose in question. "Cook?"
She propped her head up with one hand and studied him. He swallowed hard and tightened his jaw as if desperately trying to pay attention to her words instead of her half exposed body.
"Well I'll try to," Alex held back a laugh. "So are we going to talk about last night?"
That brought him back to Earth as he nodded. When she remained quiet, he seemed forced to respond with something. "Last night was good."
She propped herself up. The sheet fell and stayed put around her waist. Bare breasted, she leaned on one elbow. "Just good?"
"No, no, it was great." He paused. "Really great."
When he didn't respond any further, she pressed on. "I'm glad. I've been thinking about us and where we go from here. I mean, we can move on and decide not to sleep together again. Keep things less complicated, right?"
His head bobbed up and down as he glanced at her breasts. "Right."
"Or we can continue."
"Continue?" he asked arching his eyebrow.
"To have sex."
"I see."
"What do you think?"
"About what?"
Alex wondered if his mind had fizzled or if all the blood really did leave a man's head to go somewhere else. One quick glance confirmed her suspicions.
"Loki?"
"Yes?"
"Are you going to answer the question?"
"What was the question?"
"Nevermind," she said exasperated.
He chuckled at her pout. "Alexandria?"
She looked at him surprised "Yeah?"
"I vote for sex."
One moment she was enjoying the slow torture, the next he'd pinned her down, climbed on top of her naked body and moved up to meet her mouth.
The kiss was a hot morning welcome. His lips devoured hers. His hands pulled the sheet away from her body so he could stroke and arouse, building the heat with quick, efficient motions until a moan escaped her and she parted her thighs.
He couldn't take much more. He yanked down his sweatpants, pressed his palms on the inside of her thighs and took her.
She gasped, dug her nails into his shoulders and held on.
He punished her for teasing him, bringing her to the very edge and then backing off. He dipped his head and tasted her breasts, licked her nipples.
She tossed her head back and forth on the pillow, reached out and cupped his cheeks, forcing him to look at her, demanding. "Now."
He was not about to surrender his control so easily. "Say please."
She cursed as he took her to the edge again. She internally vowed never to play power games with him, for his retribution was too brutal. She arched her hips with demand but begged in a sweet voice. "Please."
He plunged forward and she rocketed into her climax. Her body clenched in ecstasy and she held onto him tightly as he followed. Still inside of her, he collapsed and rested his head on the pillow beside her. Their choppy breathing filled the air.
She closed her eyes for a brief moment. A tiny flare of fear stirred to life as she lay in his arms. After one night, her body welcomed him as her other half. Alex wasn't one to casually dive into sexual encounters. She was the type who fell in love, fell hard and dreamed of happily ever after.
But there were no fairy tale endings with Loki. It was a clear cut fact. She needed to remember this limitation every day, especially after sex. Separate the physical from the emotional. Keep her heart in a tower so high and so strong, even Rapunzel would never have escape. Enjoy herself and have a bit of friendship and then walk away.
Sure. No problem.
Her heart screamed LIAR, but she ignored it.