Punishable by... DROWNING
LokiXoc
Disclaimer: I don't own avengers
Warning: It's about to get a little warm in here...
Chapter 5:
"So, how long have they been following you?" Rose asked Arabelle who rolled her eyes. She was bent over a bush of flowers in the middle of the forest.
"Not very long, after your first visit, they show up to see if you've come to see me again." Arabelle stated with a soft look towards the flower, then a harsh look towards Rose. "Are you here about Annabelle, or because I left?" Arabelle snarled.
Rose cocked a brow to the woman before her. "Sorry if I'm not kind to those who betrayed me in the past." Rose hissed back to the woman. With a roll of her eyes, Arabelle plucked a rose and stood up. Dusting off her black skirt, the woman turned to the woman with flames in her eyes.
"And yet, you've come to me for help." Arabelle sneered.
"My sister is more important than a grudge between magics." Rose whispered, stepping up to the woman. A sad look distinguished the fire in her own eyes and Arabelle inhaled slowly. The grey haired girl looked up and slowly took Rose's hands in her own.
"Which is the only reason I'm aiding you." Arabelle cooed before placing the rose in Rose's hands. "Burn this at your sister's birth place, sacrifice a drop of your precious blood to estinguish the flame, you'll see who it is who threatens your sister and her unborn child."
Rose nodded, taking the rose close to her chest and holding it close. If one kept the rose close to the heart, it would show what the heart desired in more detailed. All Rose's heart wanted was to see her sister's enemy. So that she may destroy them.
Arabelle stepped back and pulled her hood back up over her hair, her silver eyes gleaming out in the new light of the moon.
"Go quickly, you must not be seen, or they will ruin the entire thing. You must do this at the exact moment under the exact moon your sister was born. Do this, and my work is done." With that, the oracle was whipped around on her feet and a cloud of smoke in her wake. Rose didn't hesitate to leave either. The sooner she distinguished this enemy from her and her sister's life, the sooner her life as a throne could go back to the way it was. She could find a way to visit her sister, to see her happy and healthy.
Rose found herself back at her mother's home, hand on the door knob to open it, when a familiar voice turned her towards the gravel road. There at the top of the slope towards the road, was Coulson. A giant, goofy grin on his face as he trotted down the yard towards her.
"Coulson, how kind of you to return." Rose teased lightly. "How on earth did you find me? I've been off the grid for atleast a year now."
Coulson took the steps and distance between them to open his arms and Rose openly returned the embrace. Rose could feel the warmth of his heart, the fire in his soul. It was Coulson, only one man smiled at her that way.
"I've always known where you were. Fury may have used you for selfish reasons, but I still maintain we are friends, right?" He asked with a light chuckle. Rose lightly removed herself from his embrace.
"Yes… but I'm sorry Coulson, you can't stay." His face fell in a hurt emotion as she smiled as softly as she could. "It is not safe for humans to be around me." Coulson cocked his head to the side and stepped up to her.
"I was just under the impression you could use some comfort." He added, looking her over. Soft hands cupping her cheeks, Rose softened in his touch. "And remember, I don't die." He added with a chuckle. Rose rolled her eyes and stepped closer to him. Rose tucked into her shirt, she ran her fingers across his cheek.
"Coulson, remember when I spoke that one day, we would no longer be lovers. It may be sooner than I hoped. I can't keep you safe anymore, not with what is going on. I can't care for anyone else but myself and my sister." Rose whispered, leaning her forehead against his. Coulson looked right into her eyes, before closing the distance between their lips and enveloping her in his embrace. She welcomed the kiss, ignoring the thorns of her rose that stabbed at her rib cage.
"I don't need you to take care of me." He whispered against her lips. "And I'm done lying to my friends. You're not a cellist, and Fury is no longer allowing me symphony vacations without his seeing over it. I can't keep telling everyone you moved away when you have to be distant. You've done this three times, Rose." He inhaled her floral scent with a mix of what smelled like a gentle candle burning.
"I told you." She slipped from his arms, Coulson let her step back, his hands falling to his side. "I can't care for you the way you want me to. Coulson, you're great company, and I enjoy everything about you. But I never lied when I said one day you would die and I would not mourn you. I never have mourned a lover before, and I will not start now."
Coulson frowned but when Rose slipped back up against him, she pressed a kiss to his forehead. "Please, come inside, be with me again for a night. But tomorrow, find a human who deserves you to love you. Because I will only get you killed or break you." Rose's voice was winded and hurt.
"You say you never have mourned them, but I know you better than that Rose." Coulson confessed, cupping her face again. But Rose silenced the words he went to say next. Yanking him up against her, she pressed her back up against the house, inhaling sharply as Coulson reacted to her kiss. A hand went to her chest and slowly pulled the rose out to keep from impaling herself and Coulson. With a wave of her hand, the door was open and Rose slipped inside, Coulson on her heels. With barely a second to breathe, she pinned him to the door, a hand to the back of his head and one at his belt loop.
"Meet me in my room… I've got to put this in water." Rose breathed against his lips and slipped back. Leaving Coulson breathless as she waltzed towards the kitchen.
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Annabell sat against her desk, finishing up the braid on Gwenivere's hair. The girl giggled as Annabell let her go and watched the girl skip out of the classroom and on home. Annabell watched out the window as all her students disappeared down the road. Before turning towards the chalk board, she began to wipe it down when the sound of the door opening peaked her interest. Annabell went to turn, only a firm body was against hers. A pair of hands going across her mid-section, a face against her bare neck. Warm breath on her skin, dark hair in her sight, she was greeted with a soft, goose bump raising kiss to her flesh.
Annabell gasped for air as Loki pulled her up against his body, his hands traveling down to the skirt of her dress, slipping the cloth up under his fingers. His kisses traveled to the shoulder of her gown. Her arm fell softly as his kisses traveled down her shoulder and pushed the transparent sleeve off her shoulder and fell down her arms. Her arms trapped at her sides, his right hand slipped under and through the slit on her right thigh, warmth traveling up her thigh towards her hip. A sharp inhale of breath, her head leaned back on his shoulder and her eyes fallen shut, his hand cupped her warmth.
"Lo… Loki…" She murmured, his other hand slipping underneath the ribbons of her corset and setting it loose against her chest. Her breasts nearly free as his hand traveled towards her chest. The fingers at her center slowly trailed lines up and down her entrance lips that sent electric shocks up into her core.
"I want you." He murmured into her skin, his hip digging into her rear. "I want revenge, and I want to harm my enemies, but I want you as well. I have wanted you for a long time, and I want you in my bed every night. I want you up against your desk, I want to cover it with you and your everything. I want it to always be warm of me and you so when you're in here, you'll always remember I had you on it. I want it to have a scent of our sex and our emotions. Because I want you to bear my heir, and I want to have you as many nights as you'll have me."
It was like liquid fire in her chest and core as his fingers snapped her silk underwear against her entrance. A gasp on her lips as he slowly slid them down off her hips and down to the floor. Annabelle could barely breathe was his fingers slid up and down her wet lips, nothing to separate them now, his other fingers dancing over her hardened nipples.
"Say yes." He moaned against her throat. A sharp nip to her skin, he ground against her again, his desire clear against her now. "Say yes to me, or send me on my way." He nipped again on her throat.
"Fuck… Yes, Loki." She whimpered and like a flash of light, she was shoved back on the desk, her gown fallen down and off her hips, the corset of the gown just seconds behind it. Her rear took the impact against the desk, but Loki's hand was behind her head as she fell back against it. He was bare in every aspect and above her, his eyes full of things Annabelle couldn't read.
"You understand what this means, Annabell Marson?" He stated, standing between her legs. She opened her thighs to give him entrance, but he held back from entering her. She shifted, trying to coax him to go in, and no matter how loud the moan came from his lips, He stood still. "You can never betray me. You can never leave me, no matter where we go, what we do. You can never be a hero like you were, you are now a villain, as much as I." Loki warned.
Annabell felt her lips curl up in a smirk as she bucked her hips as slowly as she could against the head of his erection. She enjoyed the scrunch of his face, the feel of her warm so close, he almost lost his control.
"I'm a good person, but I've never been much of the hero. I've found I'm much too selfish." She cooed back. But a moan broke her lips as Loki buried himself in her. Welcomed with warmth, a delicious full feeling as his hips trembled a bit and he nearly broke himself pushing in and out of her without control. Annabell arched her back, her finger nails scratched down his torso.
"Annabell Marson, I will be the most selfish man, when it comes to you." He hissed, his lips finding her collar bone and trailing down her chest. His hips found a new rhythm that still produced the delicious moans from Annabell's mouth but didn't kill his ability to hold himself up against that desk. He pulled her back up, her rear barely on the desk as his hips met her with increased power, not necessarily speed. Her breasts bounced lightly with the thrusts as she claimed his lips again.
It felt like years, it felt like ages that their hips met, her heart beating hard in her throat as butterflies and lust swirled in her stomach. Loki was a selfish lover at times, his thrusts demanding, his hands gripping her roughly. But for every moment that he bit hard into her for his pleasure, she found he was just as generous. His fingers would lightly caress her chest, his thumb would find her clit between them when he felt her close to another collapse and orgasm, sending her over deliciously.
Before her mind completely blacked out, she felt it. His hips buck hard and erratic. He was close and his breath hitched. Legs tightening, she clamped her muscles down around him and breathed against his ear, her fingers digging into his back. But one thing she could feel from him, that when she bit his neck and bucked her hips back against him, it was like throwing him over the side of the cliff. A gruff, muffled moan and groan came from against her throat as his body trembled against her.
There was no feeling of him shooting inside of her, it was a figment of fiction if any girl ever believed it happened. There was warmth, a buzz like liquor without slurred speech and bad decisions. There was sticky liquid all over her desk, but it was just like sweat, too good to wipe away just yet. Loki leaned against her as he barely had the consciousness to pull out of her.
"You… can not… do this… again." Annabell gasped for air. Loki pulled back just to look at her. "Have me against my desk, I mean… this… is my work." She felt her numb fingers finding strength in his hair as his smirk returned to his lips.
"Next time, I intend to bend you over it. Don't tell me what I can and can't do, Annabell Marson." He smirked, pressing his demanding lips up against hers. Annabell went to move, only to be hushed and stopped by his hands. A hand of his was at her core again, but this time, it was such a cold heat. Her eyes fell down to look between her thighs. His hands were ice blue, a darker blue than just frost bite. Magic blue, like the ocean around her, and she felt it washing over her.
"Just… to make sure… there are no questions, of who you are and what you are to me." He breathed against her ear. "Now come on and get dressed. My brother has invited us for dinner." Loki pulled back and smirked to her.
"Why… does this sound like a bad idea." Annabell grumbled, attempting to pick up the pieces of her gown.
"If it's with Thor and I, most definitely a bad idea."