I slipped into bed with school girl giddiness. I picked out pajamas like a date outfit, changing in and out of three different pairs. I settled on a satin burgundy two piece. Shorts and a thin strapped combo. The perfect combination of comfortable and sexy.

Wrapped under a plush comforter, I plunged into the deep dark depths of unconsciousness.

The room was coated in darkness. Familiar shadows of an easel and desk protruded in the dim stillness. I let my eyes wonder, discerning reality from my subconscious. I rolled over and peered out the window. Outside, New York City had transformed into a black sea of obsidian waves crashing against pristine steel monoliths and skyscrapers. Hanging above the tormented waters was a rose colored moon, reflecting pale pink light into my room. The full saucer was accompanied by a billion diamonds twinkling against the pitch-black void of space. Cascades of colorful nebulas streaked the sky like plumes of glittery clouds.

It was a magical sight, but here it felt normal. Completely nonplused. I sat up in bed and searched the darkness for him. Atall silhouette shrouded vaguely in darkness. He stood in the corner of the room, peering out the other window The moon bathed his handsome face in rose colored light.

"I like what you've done with the place," he said, noticing my attention on him.

I sat up straight and pulled my knees to my chest. My bare legs and arms made me feel exposed under his gaze. His footsteps were quiet, but could shatter glass in this hushed world. He walked closer to me. My heart bounced.

"Were you waiting long?" I asked nervously.

Kneeling down to my level, he spoke a simple, "No."

I watched his eyes study my face then trail lower to my body, before snapping back to meet my eye. I couldn't read him here. His face was calm and elegant. His eyes were tepid baby blue waters. I was nervous and vulnerable.

In one swift motion, Loki was hovering over me. His face was an inch away from mine. His cold smooth hand slipped over my cheek and nestled into the locks of my hair. Gently, he pulled my face closer. There was no force. It was like he was guiding me to his lips. Just before we could close the gap, he stopped.

"You're trembling, little bunny," he said.

My attention shifted from his lips to his eyes. A devious twinkle illuminated behind them.

"Do you want me to kiss you?" Loki asked, his hot breath rushing over my lips.

I nodded.

He cracked a smile and chuckled darkly. "I already know that. I want to hear you say it."

His command sparked a moment of courage. Ignited a small fire inside my stomach.

"I want you to kiss me," I managed to whisper.

His lips met mine in a deep embrace. I leaned in to meet his passion. His kiss was sweet and intoxicating. His lips began to part and mine simply opened for him. I felt his fingers lace and grip my hair as he pulled me in. A small moan escaped my throat.

Loki released me, pulling away with a satisfied grin. My face was hot and numb at the same time. A flurry of emotions boiled over in my brain. This is so wrong. But his taste was still dancing on my lips. They were right there. Smiling at me. How long had it been since I was able to touch someone?

My knees were still pressed against my chest. Loki eyed my legs and then back to me. A devilish expression passed over his face. With a one chilling grip, he took my hands, and locked them above my hands. He was on the bed. He placed his free hand on my knee. His sly fingers nimbly severed the bond keeping my legs together and spread them with ease. I felt his touch graze my inner thigh. A shiver ran through my body.

"Did you wear this just for me?" Loki asked. His hand slipped over my satin shorts. I looked away, embarrassed. His smile spread, tugging coyly to one side. "I'm not sure that I like it."

Suddenly his fingers were under my shirt. He was slow. Agonizingly slow. I shivered again as he brushed past my stomach. He caressed my curves. Studying the smooth terrain of flesh before him. We were still close enough to kiss, but I wanted to watch his face as he delighted himself with my body. His hand had settled just below my breast. My shirt was lifted, exposing most of my bare flesh. Pink moonlight scattered across my frame.

My breath was heavy, silently beckoning him to touch me. But Loki didn't want silence. He didn't want signals or coy expressions. I knew what wanted and I shuddered pleasantly at the thought.

I took in a refreshing breath of air, quailing the turbulent fire that was dancing inside my belly. He watched my lips part with curiosity. "Please," I exhaled desperately, "don't stop."

"Don't stop what?" he persisted. His amused face inched closer. A warm breath brushed past my ear. "I know you want me, bunny. Tell me what you want me to do to you," Loki commanded.

I instinctively shifted my body. The primal parts of my brain had control of my movements. I wanted to be close to him. As close as possible. I wanted his hands to explore every inch of me.

With pleading eyes and a breathless voice, I bit my lip and begged, "Please, touch me more. I want to feel you. I want you to..." I trailed off as heat rose to my face. My cheeks must have been horrendously red.

Loki did me a service. As his hand mounted my breast, he muffled my trembling moan with another passionate kiss. I kissed him back with feverish hunger. I parted my lips and allowed his tongue to slip inside. He massaged my breast, passing his thumb over my hard nipple. That alone sent a wave of pleasure crashing over me.

He pulled free from my lips, breathing heavier than before. "You're very sensitive," he proclaimed. He continued to massage my breast, stroking my nipple as he did. "What kind of sounds can I have you make?"

His hand moved to my waist. Curling his arm around me, he pulled me in close. His hard leather clad body was pressed against mine. My wrists still locked above my head. He kissed my cheek with small pecks. Then my jaw, then my ear, and finally he reached a sweet spot. His lips touched the nape of my neck and I sighed. Another kiss, deeper than before. My hips pressed against him like a wave.

I felt teeth. He nipped my neck and made me gasp. A high pitched squeak escaped my lips. Loki chuckled darkly.

"That hurt," I whined.

"Good hurt?" Loki asked, placing a small kiss over the spot that he nipped.

"Kind of..."

He kissed my neck once more and bit me again. His teeth sank deep, pulling at my tender flesh. It hurt. I winced at the pain, but moaned as it subsided.

"If it's ever a bad hurt, just say 'red'. I'll stop," Loki said.

"Promise?"

"On my honor as a prince," he teased. "I promise. Its no fun if you're not enjoying yourself."

I sighed in relief. It didn't take him long to restart his sequence of kissing, biting, and licking. He trained downward. My breasts were exposed to the cool night air. Tender mounds of flesh that Loki kissed and nipped. His tongue flicked over my nipple. I arched my back as a tight chord throbbed in my lower stomach.

"Loki," I moaned.

He gave me his attention. "I want to feel you," I said shyly.

My wrists were free. Loki pulled back and rested on his knees. His fingers slid into his messy black hair. With his body stretched, his leather armor disappeared, revealing his toned muscular form. He had the body of an agile warrior. Lean and tight muscles rippled over his stomach like rivers. Tuffs of trimmed black hair coated his broad chest. His arms were chiseled by centuries of training.

I drank in the sight. His chest expanding as he drew in breath. The hunger flashing in his eyes as he poured his gaze over me.

He pulled off my satin top and tossed it into the darkness. He positioned himself between my legs. A prominent bulge pressed against me as he leaned down and kissed my breast. His kisses trailed down. Planting soft pecks over my sternum and stomach. His hands followed, caressing my hips. Loki glanced at me. His fingers were toying with the rim of my shorts before casually slipping them past my thigh. They were discarded to the void beyond my bed.

First, he kissed my inner thigh. He savored the soft jolts of pleasure that echoed through my body as he brought himself closer to my sex. I groaned with longing. His tongue greeted my clit. He eagerly licked the apex of my sex as I moaned. My body stiffened then sank as waves of pleasure cascaded with every expertly timed flick of his tongue. I felt a finger slip inside of me, then two. Soft wet sounds filled the room as he massaged my sensitive walls. Ragged breathless moans met them like a symphony as I reached a crescendo bliss. A chord plucked perfectly.

I had my eyes closed, but I felt Loki rise. He was on top of me, looking down at me. He wiped his mouth and licked his fingers clean.

"Next time," he hissed, "you'll ask me if you can come."

I nodded without hesitation. Suddenly, sadness passed over his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Loki didn't answer. He leaned over and kissed me softly. "Next time," he pulled away with a wink.

The dreamy glow faded to darkness. Loki vanished. I woke up alone in bed, soaked in sweat, and breathing heavily.