Chapter Four
Ever since their time together in the meadow, Loki has stayed a little closer to Lilah. Her heart skipped a beat every time she caught him watching her. A blush would grace her cheeks, and a small smirk would show on Loki's lips. It wasn't a smile, but it was something. And that little smirk did funny things to her. It was amazing to experience all these feelings she was developing for him. Amazing, and a little scary. Before she'd been sent here, she had learned of what a man's intentions might mean, but she had never been told how to receive them.
Sometimes when he was close enough, she would say things to him. Of course, he never really answered, but he listened to her babbling none the less. He didn't grow impatient or annoyed with her, just silently accepted her. Though, when she thought he was not listening, she would whisper things. Like how handsome he was, or how captivating his green eyes were, or just sigh "oh my". Then he would look at her with those gorgeous eyes, and they seemed to gleam devilishly. Which only ended in her repeating herself, "oh my".
A couple of days later, Lilah decided to sing again. She had enjoyed the intimacy they had shared, and wanted to experience it all over again, and again. Though, this time he did not lie down and let her touch him. This time he sat next to her, and watched her intensely. Their eyes met and she felt hot under his piercing gaze. As she sang, his hand lifted from his lap and came up to tuck a loose strand of hair behind her ear. His touch seemed to burn her, and oh it was heavenly. Heat crept into her cheeks, and her heart accelerated.
"Your heartbeat has quickened, does my touch displease you?" There was a vulnerability in his voice that Lilah had never heard before, and it made her heart clench.
"No!" Lilah responded automatically, "I mean … your touch is … stirring." Loki's eyes widened slightly, but mischief shined in them. For a long while they sat there together as Lilah let Loki touch her. It was nothing sexual, just his fingers lightly tracing her skin that was exposed by her dress; her shoulders, arms, neck. Each glide of his long fingers sent electricity over her entire body. Lilah desperately wanted to return the favour, but did not want to scare him off. But it all seemed to end too soon. Loki left her in her spot in the grass, obviously wanting to be alone with his thoughts for now. Lilah was a little sad at his departure, but she knew that he needed time to digest this new familiarity between them.
The next day, it was raining, and both Lilah and Loki have decided to stay dry under the ruins. Loki was standing by a window, watching the rain pour from the clouds. He was completely lost to his own thoughts and didn't notice Lilah's comings and goings. The weather had turned slightly chilly, so Lilah decided to make them both something hot to drink to ward off the chill.
Using the fireplace, she boiled some water in a kettle she'd made from clay for some tea. Then, chopping some tea leaves, she put them into some clay cups and poured the water over them, infusing the tea. Once she was down, she headed over to Loki with his cup of tea. Loki did not notice her approach until she set down his cup beside him. Before she could walk away from him, his pale hand came up to grip her chin, turning her to face him. Their faces came very close to one another, and Lilah begins to burn within. Oh my, he's so close. If I lean forward, our lips will meet. Loki stares into her eyes, searching for something. Their breaths mingle, and Lilah feels like she's in a trance. He must know the effect he has on her when he looks at her like that. Under his gaze, it was as if everything else was forgotten and Lilah was the only things that mattered in that moment. His eyes become hooded, a potent emotion filling them. Lilah's tongue darts out to moisten her suddenly dry lips. Loki's breath hitches as he watches her tongue slide across her lips. Oh my…
Loki pulls away suddenly, letting her go. Lilah blinks several times, as if waking from a dream. "Thank you," he took the drink, turning from her. Lilah took it as a dismissal and let him be. Had she offended him? Lilah had thought what they had just shared was a good thing. It had felt like a force was bringing them together. She had wanted to throw herself into his arms and have him hold her, but his release made her feel cold.
Loki does not speak to her for a long while, most of the day, and this makes Lilah miserable. She had been hoping that moment would bring them closer together and he would open up to her finally. Such a stubborn man. Private parts of her body had craved his attention. It was a thrilling and intoxicating experience. Lilah wanted it to happen again so badly. She wanted to see what would happen if it had gone further; if Loki took it further. What would it be like to kiss a man, to kiss Loki? She imagined it would be unlike anything of this world. It would be wonderful, and beautiful. She desired for his kiss now, but she knew it would not be easy to attain such an affectionate gift. Oh, please let him open up to me.