Chapter Thirty-Eight: Want Something
Talk? She wanted to talk? This was no surprise to him. At least it shouldn't have been. But with the weight of her body pressed against his, talking was the furthest thing from his mind. She had nestled into him with such ease, head turned and ear pressed to his heartbeat, her hands on his wrists with her fingertips tucked into his palms. It was easy to forget the nastiness in the past. Maybe not so easy for her.
"We may need to prioritize escaping, in this instance," he bargained as neatly as he could, "and then when we get where we're going, say all you want. If you don't want to stay, you may go."
"Great, so we're in Tahiti or something and I'll just grab a cab."
"I would take you-"
"I don't believe you. I don't think you would blindly accept that I didn't want to be with you," Eve pulled her arms away from his and crossed them in front of her. She was staring at an intersection in the floor tiles. It was much easier to say things of that nature to him while not making eye contact.
"Surely you must know it's the opposite," he spoke with a mild irritation. She sat forward and twisted to look at him now, but she said nothing, only waited for elaboration. "I cannot accept that you do want to be with me."
"Who says I do?" She spat impulsively as her attention turned back to the ground. She stayed sitting upright instead of sinking back into him, though her worn and weary body begged her to give in. "Maybe I just don't want to be here."
"Then let's go," he offered with slight sarcasm. "This is what I've come to do, take you away from this place. This is no life for anyone. Imprisoned for something you had no control over, at least very little. Handed an indefinite punishment for sleeping with a very attractive man? Seems cruel."
"I'm not forgetting. I'm getting my answers," she insisted.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yes," she agreed cautiously. "But don't think-"
"Shh," he pressed a warning finger to his lips.
"No one can hear me!" She shouted and imagined her voice bouncing off his magical bubble.
He glared. "I can hear you. And I need to concentrate." That was a lie. He could have already whisked her away with minimal exertion. "Okay, come in close," he coaxed. She hesitated. "What is it? If we're going to teleport together, you need to be close to my center. You don't want to leave any appendages behind, do you? You'd like to keep each finger and toe?" Again-a lie. That may have been the case for a novice spellcaster. Loki was no novice.
She began to sink back into him slowly, now very aware of each inch of contact they had. Then she felts his hands on her shoulders and flinched lightly before stopping. She turned her head to the side. He was holding her away.
"Maybe it would be better if you turned around," he faked a considering tone as though he really thought the spell would work better that way. There was no better. He was the best.
She sighed and spun to face him, with her knees bent between his legs.
"That's not going to work," he noted and surveyed her, "wrap your legs around me."
She rolled her eyes. "Come on."
"No, you come on," he sounded very, very serious. "Do I seem like the type to dwell on cheap thrills when there's work to be done?"
Yes, she thought.
His eyes narrowed, letting her know that he'd heard her. She felt her cheeks flush rouge and quickly wrapped her legs around his waist in an effort to appease him.
"Arms too," he went on.
She lamely put her palms on his shoulders and maintained her distance, looking at the wall and trying to avoid his gaze. She was not convinced he wasn't trying to cheat her out of the talk they so desperately needed to have.
He chuckled and put his hands on her waist. She moved a tick forward instinctively. He moved his right hand, applying pressure as it went, and tucked his fingertips into the back pocket of her jeans. Then he moved the left one as well. He pulled her in about an inch closer. Her hips were already on his, which was wonderful, but her torso remained angled back. He nudged her toward him another inch and her eyes linked to his. "Let me guess, you can't properly perform this trick without my cleavage in your face?"
"It definitely wouldn't hurt the process."
"I thought you needed to concentrate," she teased.
Her body tensed a bit as she laughed and he caught a flash of an emotion firing through his synapses-all the way to his fingertips. He liked to see her happy. It felt too sincere. He quickly chased the involuntary response away and dragged her into him, forcing a distraction. He tried to kill her smile with his lips, convince himself that breaking her was all he really wanted. She didn't need a discussion. She was not in a place to give ultimatums or set conditions. She was his amusement. He felt delighted when she didn't pull away and returned the kiss, matching his enthusiasm. But as his lips felt hers he noticed something that irked him. She was still smiling.
Eve gripped his body with her arms and legs alike. Her hands soon found his hair and ventured to his neck, shoulders, chest-anything within reach. He was an amazing kisser, there was no way around it. He knew exactly when to pull back and tease, he never used too little or too much tongue. It was a perfect balance. She felt keen to forget her own crusade. Even so, she wondered if that was the type of girl she wanted to be. The kind who abandoned her morals because of a physical urge? He was hard beneath her and as she pondered, her hips began grinding out of habit. It felt incredible.
From the hall, she heard footsteps and then Steve's voice. "Maybe she came back here to look for you, let's just check again, then we'll head out," he said before leading Thor into the room.
Thor gazed around, looking bored and concerned. "Of course she's not here," he said, discouraged.
"Maybe if you have a seat. Take a breather-"
"No! I must-!"
"I know. I know! But you need to just gather your thoughts so you can search more effectively. Just a minute, okay?" Steve pleaded.
"Asgardians do not grow weary," Thor stated. Even so, he seemed dejected and unable to focus.
"Well neither do super-soldiers. But I can still see the merit in regrouping. Maybe if we stop, you'll remember another detail to help us."
"One minute," he agreed reluctantly before plopping down on the couch. Steve sat on the other end of it and stared solemnly forward.
Eve had stopped moving entirely. Her head was turned toward them and she was scared to breathe.
"They can't see us," Loki reminded her warmly, his breathing even and his hands beckoning her back in.
"Shh!" she responded quietly.
"They can't hear us, either." She knew that. Still, her mind couldn't comprehend it. They were right there. Right in front of her. "Here, I'll prove it," he whispered to appease her. He slid her shirt up to expose her bra and let it sit there without removing it entirely.
"What are you doing? Stop!" Her whispers came out harsh and rushed.
He ignored this and reached his hands into the cups to hold her breasts and pull them out. Her bra clung uselessly to her body. He took each nipple between his fingers and pinched them simultaneously. She shuddered into him, weakened by the simple motion. He twisted, then, back and forth, not too hard. Then he replaced his right hand with his mouth while his left kept going. He used his newly freed hand to undo the button on her pants and slip the zipper down. He traced his fingertips along the edge of her underwear, occasionally drawing the fabric up and releasing it to snap onto her skin. She waited patiently for him to touch her, but he just kept teasing.
He pulled away from her breast and smirked. She stared at him and said nothing. What was he getting at?
"Oh, I'm sorry, did you want something?" he wondered almost innocently. His voice made her flinch and look at the Steve and Thor. They were none the wiser. She gave her attention back to Loki and tried to guide his hand lower. He resisted. "Say the word," he shrugged his shoulders arrogantly and waited to her to fold. Now she saw his game, and she was not keen to lose. She swirled her hips around with deviously low speed and leaned her chest into his touch. At this, he removed his left hand from her and stocked it at his side. "You look disappointed," he remarked, "well I do apologize. It's hard for me to know what you want when you don't askā¦"
Bull shit, she thought. He laughed.
She craved his touch almost desperately. Her stubbornness kept her strong for longer than she could have predicted. She spoke with her eyes, and he seemed entranced by her. He extended his middle finger down onto her clit and she bit her lip in satisfaction. As quickly as he'd begun, he pulled it away and showed her how wet she was. His digit gleamed. She was still biting her lip, though now her mouth curved into a frown. "Did you think I'd give in so easily?" He taunted.
Eve felt a very strong desire. To win this small, almost meaningless battle-and to have him. She clutched his wrist in her hand and brought his finger into her mouth, sucking it clean of the sweet fluid. At this, he grinned endlessly. He held her close and transported them to her house. Her room. Her bed.
When they landed, she fell back onto the mattress. She looked around and beamed at him. "Now will you speak to me?" He wondered through his own smile. "Now can you tell me what you want?"
She was home. She was in her own bed with her pillows and sheets. She felt like she could do anything she wanted. So she didn't overcomplicate things. She said, "Take me."
A/N:
Oh wow this took forever to write! Haha, I've been piecing it together in spare moments here and there. It sucks when life gets so busy! Glad I finally finished this, I feel better XD
