A month passed from the beginning of their game and no one had noticed anything. She kept being distant at work, no more overtime for them to talk privately. What bothered him was that he knew she could be warmer, closer, relaxed… sexier… Loki had seen and heard her.
Faustine had let herself be a little more touchy with Loki, discreetly touching him, a little longer or a little lower than needed. He noticed and his gaze lingered on her, daring to do more.
One day they were caught by Pepper. Him sitting on her desk, holding her hand. The head secretary just dismissed it as the god pestering the woman. Even though it was his idea, when they were alone, he wanted more.
In order to achieve more, he had to play more. If he wanted the casual version of her, he had to seek it. He waited for her to go home, giving her time and space to think what was done for the day.
So he could show up at their doorstep.
- Hello, ma'm… is Faustine home? I am one of her co-workers. - Loki introduced himself, with his natural charm and tad of magic.
- Oh! Yes, she is! Come on in. I'll call for her. - She guided the god to the living room. - Make yourself at home.
- Mom, have you seen my phone….? I lost it…. Again… - Faustine stopped on her tracks when she saw Loki in her living room. - Loki….. ! I Mean… Mr. Laufeyson… how unexpected.
Faustine was trying to cover herself and he could see why. She seemed to have just left the shower. Her wet hair slicked back, dripping on her crop top, sticking the fabric to her skin. The small black shorts she was wearing were so small and so high up that they only covered the essentials.
Faustine's mother walked back in with a variety of cookies and breads, fresh-made hot chocolate. Trying to walk away to change, Faustine was guided back to the table by her mother, to where the god quickly followed behind.
- It is so nice to finally have some visitors! Especially looking for my daughter! I thought I would have to keep this child until I died!
- This would be an excellent time for an alien attack. - Faustine said, almost curling up to a ball and hiding her face.
- No need to worry. I am making sure that that won't happen. - Loki said with a victorious smile.
- Ain't you a charmer! - Faustine's mother said, lightly slapping the god's arm.
- Please, mom. He is my boss… - Faustine said between teeth.
- Sure. All bosses come to their employee's houses and ask for them by their first name.
- I need to cover up.
- No, you don't. I didn't teach you that for a reason. But since you insist, I'll go grab a coat for you. - The mother got up. - You two keep talking.
The mother walked away with a smile on her face, leaving the two of them alone. Loki quickly conjured a small blanket and offered it to Faustine, who happily accepted. After feeling a little less exposed for her boss, Faustine relaxed.
- I am so very sorry for my lack of professionalism, Mr. Laufeyson. How can I assist you?
- Don't mind me. I just stopped by to see if you are well, after Stark's woman excused me from your office. - He half-lied. He wanted only to see her. - you have been rather distant.
- Yes, I am thankful for your concern… and I am sorry for bothering you.
- Please, you don't need to be so formal with me. It is a delight to see you under this new light. So much different from your usual cold professionalism. I much prefer to see your authentic reactions, of this version outside the tower.
- Mr. Laufeyson….
- Please… Loki… I insist. - he gave one of his mischievous perfect smiles.
- Alright…. Loki.
Both of them felt the same thing when his name rolled out of her mouth so smoothly that it felt like she had said it a million times already. They chatted, like a little date of sorts. This made it for her, on the contrary that others would say, he was thoughtful, caring and very well behaved when there was someone listening to him.
His excited face, jumping around the furniture and doing small feats of magic to illustrate his stories made her laugh. This was the date she was expecting and now she was sure.
- Thank you for stopping by. - Faustine said.
- It was a pleasure. It is good to see that you agree with me.
Loki stopped in front of the door, before leaving, looking Faustine in the eyes. He slowly leaned forward and gently kissed her. It was brief and gentle. To test her if she would back away. When she touched his chest instead, Loki smiled. One more with a little more tease flare, before he reached to open the door.
- Loki... - She called him, unwrapping herself from the blanket.
- Keep it. As for it remind you of me.
Loki slipped away while Faustine walked back and forth. Her mother came to greet her on finally accepting his affections took her daughter's hand to "power her up" for the first day of the rest of her life.
- finally! - the mother cheered. - finally you are dating again! Go to sleep, you have a lot of flirting to do tomorrow! You still remember all I taught you, right?
- yes, mom. I do.
- great! Now go! See you tomorrow.
Faustine wrapped herself again in Loki's blanket. It felt like it was himself touching her softly over her skin. In her bed, just before sleep, she imagined how it would feel to be in bed with Loki. His hand holding her waist, before taking her shorts off. Would his touch be as smooth as his blanket over her?
The next morning, for the first time, her lace shirt felt foreigner on her skin. Would it be too much? Too desperate? Her mother had said in front of him that she raised Faustine to be sensual. He understood that, right? Ah! He could just be playing with her. If that was the case she had to be careful to not get too attached.
Her company phone rang, showing Loki's number on the display. She took a deep breath and answered the call, him asking her to go to his room. With a deep breath, she pushed the elevator's number and made her way. As protocol demanted, she knocked on the door and entered at his response, stopping only at a few steps, after the door frame, where she knew the cameras would still film her feet, before the door closing shut.
- Mr. Laufeyson…
- No no…. I think I said something to you last night.
- I….
- Say my name.
- Loki…
- Much better.
- How can I help you?
- Why don't you leave these files over there… - Loki moved the objects on her hand, with telekinesis, to be on top of a dresser, beside the door. - And you come to me? - He said as they both walked to meet mid-way. - I was waiting for you to arrive.
Loki kissed her. He was starting to understand why Thor cared so much for midgardians. Disgusted by the growing sympathy, he kissed her with more desire, to erase his brother from his mind. Faustine wanted more, she wanted to jump in his arms, her thoughts of him flooded her mind and she wanted to find out. Faustine clawed his clothes, trying to not damage his leather suit. He looked so good in it.
- as an official request. I want you to come every morning to my arms, as soon as you arrive. - He said.
- Won't that be too obvious?
- What is the problem? - He stopped kissing her. - Why should I care if it is obvious or not?
- I am just a secretary? And a midgardian? And your game?
- I do not care. - He kissed her to make her forget those problems. - but I got the way to solve that. I chose you. Your background doesn't matter.
- Loki… - She kissed him again.
- Now go answer your phone, that has been ringing for quite a while now.
Faustine quickly ran to the screaming phone and started to write on the notepad she had with her. Loki observed for a few minutes and when she was about to hang up, he stood behind the woman, trapping her between him and the piece of furniture. The god leaned closer to her, to whisper in her ear.
- Consider this room a little piece of Asgard. So we will do as we do in Asgard. We will indulge in any desire as we want. As long as you are with me, you will be safe…. If you are worried about your…position… - He kissed the nape of her neck.
As the room was their little piece of Asgard, Faustine pressed her ass against his hips. She wouldn't be the only one to be teased. It was all or nothing now and she had a god to impress. In hopes to leave him wanting for her, she gathered her stuff and tried to wiggle her way out of him. Loki let her leave. That was the exact reaction he was hoping for.