I know, a bit short but its really...fluffy. By the way, what time zone/ area of the US and/or country do you guys reside in? I feel like the majority of the reviews roll in around 2-4 in the morning where I am. Just a bit curious. Thanks 100% for all the support, you guys rock!
Lucy felt a chill work up her spine as Will looked right at her. Slowly, he took her hands and held them in his without breaking his gaze. Lucy's lips quivered a bit as her heart overflowed with emotion. She felt a surge of happiness course through her veins. It was Will that was giving off the emotion, and Lucy eagerly sopped it up.
"Remember that Lucy. Whenever you need me, I will be there," he whispered in a deep, husky voice. "No matter the circumstance."
Lucy nodded as she tried to regain her breath. What she felt for Will had magnified tenfold. She couldn't explain what made her so open to him, but she couldn't help it. Around him, she wore her heart on her sleeve without shame. Around him, she could fall apart and he would piece her back together with a kiss. He would remind her that everything would be fine in the end.
Lucy needed him. She could see that now, just as he had once needed her. Will was lonely, just as she was. All he had needed was a little tender love. And Lucy had no objection to giving him such love and devotion.
Slowly, Will's gaze shifted to her lips. His eyes flickered with a new emotion. He dropped Lucy's hands and placed his on her thighs. With slight hesitation, his face grew closer. Lucy felt her flicker close on instinct. His lips brushed hers, ever so lightly that she wasn't entirely sure they were even touching. His warm, soft hand cradled her chin. With a bit of force, he brought her face closer to his. His grip on her thigh grew tighter and Lucy felt herself begin to lose a bit of control.
She wrapped her arms around his neck. She felt his mouth open slightly, and his tongue graze her lips. She followed his lead and opened her mouth only an inch. With passion, his tongue slithered into her mouth. Their tongues flickered and danced. Lucy liked the warm feeling of their mouths connected. She felt her lungs burn, dying to inhale.
Gradually, Lucy felt Will's body weight press against hers. The two sunk into the couch, Will on top. For a moment, Will separated from Lucy and looked straight down at her, his chest heaving. He slipped one hand under neck, the other on the small of her back. He began to kiss her again, pulling her face close to his. With a sudden jerk, he pulled her up from the small of her back. Lucy felt herself sit atop his legs.
Lucy felt him trail kisses down her neck, nipping at a sensitive spot. Lucy bit her lip and shifted a bit. She was too embarrassed to make a sound, but squirmed a bit. Her entire body felt warm from his every kiss. Every nerve tingled with excitement and something else…something she didn't really understand.
Once again, she felt Will's body pressing against hers. She felt his large, powerful hands slip under the sweater and work their way upward. She held in any gasp, determined not to make a fool of herself. Will only broke away to remove her sweater. He tossed it on the floor without a care.
Lucy followed suit and began to unbutton his blue shirt. She had a bit of trouble and Will only chucked at her. She blushed in embarrassment, but Will didn't seem to really mind.
Lucy ran her fingers timidly over his chest and felt her heart leap as he laid against her. Carefully, tenderly, he removed her pants and she replicated the motion. Will dove down and kissed her neck down to her shoulders and bit a sensitive part. He worked down to the beginning of her chest without heisitation.
But when Lucy realized what had just happened, she panicked. Her entire body overflowed with fear, instead of whatever excitement she had just been feeling. Will must've picked up on it, since he slowed down. He held himself above her and gazed at her longingly for a moment before collapsing on her side. Just as before, he wrapped his arms around her and Lucy tangled herself in with long, loping limbs. Will pulled a warm blanket over them, but remained the way her was, her body fitting perfectly into his. Lucy still felt a little pinch from where he had bit her on the neck and she wondered if it would bruise.
"What a terribly gloomy day," Will sighed, his warm breath tickling her neck.
Lucy glanced out the window to find the snow had yet to cease. The sky was a boring shade of grey, as if God had taken an eraser and obliterated it. Snow fell in heavy sheets onto the dirty, slushy ground. The snow from the previous day had turned into an ugly mix of grey and black.
"A perfect day for doing just this," Lucy whispered. She felt Will's arms wrap a little tighter around her and his chin rest right atop her head.
"Tell me something about yourself Lucy," Will said. Lucy giggled and tried to hide her awkwardness.
"Like what?" Lucy asked, unsure what to say. She felt Will shrug behind her.
"I don't know…anything. A story."
Lucy thought for a moment. The first memory that jarred inside her head was of her mother sitting in her chair with a cup of tea, looking out the balcony window.
"When I was little, whenever there was a snowstorm like this, I'd always find my mom sitting in her chair, looking out the window. She always looked so terribly sad, but I never gained the courage to ask her why. But I'd always grab a blanket and sit on her lap and try to cheer her up. I'd make silly little drawings or tell her some of her favorite jokes. But at the end of the day, I'd always find her sitting at the piano, playing the same song over and over. And then she would go to sleep until early in the morning." Lucy recalled. "And I never found out why."
"You must miss them," Will murmured, his voice filled with sadness.
Lucy missed her family more than anything. Her family was one of those you only saw on those stupid cable sitcoms. Although they bickered and joked about each other, they loved one another more than anything. Lucy never really had many friends, but she could always go home at the end of every day and find her parents and Max waiting for her. Her father would read her a story, her mother would play a song on the piano. Max would play whatever game she chose, even if he thought it was stupid or childish. They were her everything.
And they were taken from her.
"More than anything," Lucy confided. "And what about your family?" Lucy asked, treading on thin ice.
She felt Will's aura of curiosity turn sour. She could feel his discomfort and immediately regretted asking him.
"My family…I'm not entirely close to them I fear. My father has sent me here as some form of punishment. My mother does not have the heart to disagree. And my brother…" He trailed off.
Lucy felt her heart sink with sorrow. She felt so terribly guilty for making him feel so awful. She didn't intend for her question to be so heart-wrenching. She was too afraid to move an inch, to utter a single syllable.
"My brother and I used to be quite close. But time has changed us both."
Lucy frowned at Will's situation. She couldn't understand not having a family to support and love you. He was all alone, not by circumstance, but by choice. His father denied him, his mother didn't stand up for him, and his brother was more of a stranger than anything else. Lucy lost her family due to an accident, not because they didn't care for her.
"I'm so sorry Will," Lucy apologized.
"Don't pity me, Lucy. I don't need such a wasted emotion," Will said coldly. Lucy turned around, facing him. She looked up at his stoic face and touched his chest, right over his heart.
She thought of every moment her family had shown her kindness. She thought of how her mother would always play that song she liked to dance to. She remembered the time her father had covered for her the time she spilled juice on the carpet. She thought of Max, and how he always helped her climb into their tree house. She wanted to badly for Will to experience what she had taken for granted for the first thirteen years of her life.
He couldn't entirely explain what he felt when she touched his chest. It was a feeling of warmth, of love, of compassion. He could see a tender, innocent Lucy giggling and smiling right at him as though he was glancing into her memory.
And then, he saw himself as a child alongside Thor playing some foolish game they always played as kids. Thor would always be the hero, and Loki the villain. No matter what, Thor would insist he won, even when Odin had sided with Loki. He remembered when his mother would slip him a sweet before bed or when Odin had shown him some of the Asgardian treasures.
He felt happy. He imagined this is how Lucy felt when she talked about her family. He craved the feeling of stability she always raved of. The feeling lingered a bit even when he felt her hand leave his chest, and he thought he would enjoy this feeling much more if it never left.
A surge of passion overtook him, and he grabbed Lucy's round face and kissed her. He didn't understand what it was about her that made him care so much, but he did. He never thought a mortal, a weak, stupid mortal, could hold such power over him.
But he knew the sands in the hourglass were draining and he would only have a few more moments like this before everything Lucy knew came to a change.
He wanted to make this ugly world better for her. He wanted every day of her life to be filled with genuine joy. He wanted every creation of hers to be of beauty, not because the world lacked it, but because it was all she knew. His reign of power was no longer just to prove he was worthy. No, it was much more than that now. It was to make a world worthy for Lucy, who had given so much. Everything she had done had been so selfless, and yet, so much was taken from her. She was alone in this ugly, filthy world. If it were up to Loki, he would take her to Asgard and show her true beauty.
But he knew he could never return there. That was no longer his home anymore, and he wasn't entirely sure it had ever been.
No, his place was with Lucy now.