Lucy jumped out from the taxi and inhaled the cold, bitter air into her lungs. Her chest stung, but she ignored the pain and sauntered into the hospice. The overwhelming feeling of fear and excitement was enough to make her legs collapse from right under her as she walked down the hall to Max's room. Her head was spinning with a thousand thoughts and she tried to find words to speak to him if he was awake. She wondered what he wanted to hear and how much she would have to tell him. How the world had changed while he had remained still. The very thought was enough to make Lucy nervous.
As the elevator ascended, Lucy felt her stomach remain on the first floor. Although it was possible he had awakened, it wasn't probable. The doctor could just as easily tell her that he had no chance of never waking again. That he was better off being dead. Lucy shook her head and dispelled all the bad thoughts building in her head. She would not believe he was dead. She would refuse the bad news and replace it with good, even if it was all one big lie.
The elevator dinged cheerfully and Lucy exited the elevator with a new sense of dread dragging in the soles of her feet. Her sudden optimism was fading with every echoing step of her sneakers. As she approached the door, she found herself afraid to turn the knob.
But she did anyway.
The room was empty with the exception of Max lying perfectly still, just as he always was. His light hair was pushed to one side, off his face. He looked serene as usual, and the only sound in the room was the trills and beeps of the machines that surrounded him like a protective moat.
But there weren't doctors buzzing around him, and Lucy wasn't entirely sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. Then again, it was better that things had remained relatively unchanged. But if nothing changed, why was she so urgently called upon by Max's doctor?
Her mind didn't have much time to wander. Max's doctor broke the relative silence as he swung the door open, clipboard in tow. He checked off a few secret things and then looked up at Lucy
"Ah, Miss Levins, perfect timing," he said with a grin. He pushed his glasses up a bit and placed the clipboard on the hospital bed.
"Is there something wrong with him?" Lucy asked cautiously. The doctor chuckled and shook his head.
"Quite the contrary, Lucy. Some recent tests showed that he has a much higher chance of waking up than we originally hypothesized. Hopefully with some specialized treatment, we can get a bit of a rise out of him."
At first, Lucy couldn't fully digest what she had heard. The words hit her slowly, like molasses leaking into her brain, through her veins, and back around, circulating her body. She leaned against the nearest stationary piece of furniture and reminded herself to breath as her mind fully understood what she had just been told.
She breathed in the sweet air and felt every tense muscle in her body relax. She hadn't realized she had been so tensed and enjoyed the sensation. The doctor said a rush of information after that, but Lucy couldn't seem to quite understand what he was saying. It was like trying to understand a difference language all together. Finally, the doctor left her alone in the room, and Lucy sunk into the chair next to Max's bedside.
He's…getting better Lucy thought simply. Under his still eyelids, a mess of activity was going on as his brain tried to cope with the trauma. Slowly, his body would heal inside just as it had out. She knew know it was a million times more important that she make the money to keep him alive. Pulling the plug now would be even more than a murder than before.
Lucy sunk lower in the plastic chair and began to think about what she would do is Max really did wake up. She supposed the first thing she'd do would be to take him out to dinner, show him New York. He would have to live in her apartment until she could find something all for himself. Lucy thought of her studio, and how insurance would pay for most the repairs and remodeling. A new refrigerator, a nice paint job, and perhaps Max could call it home. The rent was pretty cheap and the side of town wasn't too bad.
This was all under the assumption Max would be coherent. If he wasn't, then he would have to live with her. Or worse, in a hospice for mentally handicapped. But that was a last resort. She didn't want to have to visit a hospital just to see her brother. That, and she wasn't sure she could pay for that with her salary. If Max was functioning, she was sure he could get a high school diploma. He always had been very bright, even as a kid. Give him a problem and he'd have a solution.
Lucy stayed for a bit longer, taking in every possibility, but always reverting back to her foolish assumptions. She thought about spending holidays together, getting dinner together, and making up for lost time. She wondered how she would tell him mom and dad were dead and how he would react. Perhaps he wouldn't remember a single thing – possibly the best route for him. He could start from scratch and not have to grieve what had happened so many years ago.
When Lucy finally left the hospice, she was greeted by a gust of freezing wind and a few snowflakes land on her nose. She stuck out her tongue and felt a cool pinprick land on her wet tongue. She smiled at the snowflakes and hailed another taxi, which took a bit of patience. It had been snowing more than usual in New York, but Lucy didn't mind that much. Max was getting better and that seemed to cancel out any bad news that plagued her mind. She let her mind drift and her eyes wander as she traveled in the taxi. When she arrived at her apartment building, she climbed the stairs in twos, eager to get home.
Lucy slid the key in the lock and opened the door. She turned the key, but the door was already unlocked. She shook her head and realized she had left the house in such a hurry, she forgot to lock the door. In a huff, she placed her bag down on the kitchen table and sighed, letting her hair fall out of the clip it had been tightly pulled into all day. She then looked up from the ground and felt her heart plummet.
"Will! Sorry, I didn't see you there," Lucy apologized. She felt a blush creep up on her face as she realized she must've looked completely stupid for both leaving her door unlocked and busting in like some kind of nut. "Why are you here?" she asked. She quickly shut her mouth at the rude tone in her voice.
Will cocked his head to the side and gave Lucy a very peculiar look. She felt her heart beat a little faster at that handsome pout. She didn't know why a man as handsome as Will was wasting his time on her. He was handsome in a delicate way. His skin was as white and pure as marble. He smirked, his thin but deft lips making Lucy quiver a little. He had this profound control over Lucy. She could feel his emotion without even being near him. It practically radiated off him.
She could feel his mood, but she wasn't quite sure what it was. She bit her lip as she tried to figure it out.
William stood up, his grin growing. He quirked an eyebrow and walked across the room with a graceful, slow pace.
"Am I not allowed just to spend time with you?" he said quietly, almost a whisper. She could feel her heart ache a little. She didn't understand what it was, but this emotion almost made her dizzy. Lucy's mind started to become a little clouded.
Will grew closer as his eyes narrowed like a devilish fox. Lucy backed up until she felt herself bump into the kitchen counter. She felt her breath starting to quicken.
Loki could hear her meager little heart beat crazily. He felt her blood warm, her cheeks grow pink un uncertainty. He liked this feeling of power, how she could mimic every emotion he had. He loved to see her squirm with anticipation as she tried to figure out what each emotion was definitively. He knew she had never felt this one before, so it would be especially wonderful to trick her with it.
Lust; it was more than her small, pattering heart could handle.
Loki slipped his careful hands over her jaw and pulled her into him. He, very gently, pressed his lips on hers. He could taste the nervousness in her lips. Slowly, he pulled away, examining her very shocked face.
"Will…I-"
Loki pressed a finger over her lips to silence her.
Lucy could feel her heart hammering as the room became overwhelming hot. At his touch, she felt the ravenous hunger take over her. She wanted to so badly, but her mind doted her, reminding her this isn't what she wanted.
"Little bird, do not fight it," he whispered softly in her ear. His lips pressed softly against the flesh of her ear and trailed down her neck. Lucy felt the heat in each kiss, driving her to madness.
No Lucy, do not let him win this, she told herself. This power of hers was not going to consume her.
"William, please," she begged.
But "William" would not listen. With a rough hand, he grabbed her jaw again and pushed her against the counter with all his might. He slipped his warm, careful tongue into her mouth and Lucy felt her insides flop around like a fish out of water.
So this is what it feels like. To be kissed, to be held tenderly, Lucy thought. She had never gotten to feel like this before. She always avoided it, feared that something would go amiss. That her touch would ruin something.
She could not explain the overbearing emotion that was on the brink of controlling her. It was though every part of her body ached to touch his with white hot insanity.
Loki smirked as he felt her starting to lose all control. He snaked his hands on the back of her thighs and slipped her on top the counter. Even as she sat on the granite countertop, Loki still towered her small frame. He found it quite astonishing how small Lucy was, and quite enjoyed how easy it was to toss her around.
Lucy felt his cool lips all over her, leaving her with a sense of warmness all over. But when he slipped his hands under her dress, she felt herself panic. She drew back, like an elusive little creature and pushed him away.
"Will I-I can't…We can't possibly," she gasped as she tried to suck in the air she had been deprived of.
"What's wrong little bird? Don't you want this?" he asked as he tucked a piece of hair behind her ear.
Lucy clamped her jaw shut, her face growing redder than before in embarrassment. She did want it whenever he touched her. But as he remained a safe distance away, she felt herself simmer down. She grew self conscious of her appearance and quickly crossed her legs and her arms.
"I do-did um, I don't really but…I just can't-"
Once again, Loki smiled at her lack of confidence. He chuckled a bit and pressed his thumb over her lips, silencing her.
"Does it make you nervous that I will be the first man to ever bed you?"
Lucy gasped and slinked back on the counter, her back hitting against the wall. How had he known? Was it that obvious that she had never been with anyone before? She felt an emotion she knew quite well: mortified.
"And how do you know that?" Lucy asked as she pulled down the hem of her dress.
Will chuckled a wholesome chuckle and grabbed her thighs, pulling Lucy close to him again.
"Don't feel embarrassed Lucy. I think it's quite endearing."
Loki felt his own heart pound with excitement. Seeing Lucy all riled up was so deliciously fun he decided he must do it again.
But when he touched her again, he felt a little odd. His all consuming need for power melted a bit into something a little different. He felt like he…
Like he truly craved her.
He began to kiss her again and caressed her soft skin. He slowly worked his graceful hands to her back. Slowly, he removed her shirt.
Loki slipped his hands under her thighs and picked her up. Her small, thin legs wrapped around his waist, her shoes falling to the ground. He carried her to the bed and carefully set her down on the white cotton sheets.
Loki looked down at Lucy. Just the mere sight of her under him made him ravenous with lust. He felt the overwhelming need for dominance take over him to the point of no control. She gasped for breath, her small, birdish face pink with pleasure.
"You are mine alone, Lucy," Loki whispered in a gruff voice. He heard a whimper escape her lips, her face scrunching up like a nervous child.
Slowly, he pulled the pants past her knees and off her legs. He tossed the meaningless dress on the floor and took in her body.
He dove down and bit the flesh of her collarbone. He felt her back arch with pleasure as she clamped her lips tightly together.
Lucy's shaking hands pulled back the suit jacket and gave the tie a yank, slipping it over Will's head. He stared right into her and watched her as she began to pull apart the layers of clothing. She unbuttoned his shirt, letting the white collared shirt hang open. She caressed his chest, gliding her fingers over the cold, pale skin.
Loki took notice of every inch of skin Lucy was showing. He could see now she was quite curvaceous for such a small creature, with womanly hips and a fairly large bust. He had never bed a woman quite like Lucy. She was soft and sensuous, but timid. She still lacked the confidence Loki had seen in every other woman he had ever been with.
But those were goddesses. Lucy was a mere mortal.
Loki grabbed her hands and forcibly held them over her head, gripping her wrists. He felt her attempt to wiggle away, becoming nervous at his force. But he could not bear it any longer; he could no longer control the temptation and forgot about the gentleness he had internally lectured himself about.
Loki began to nibble every each of Lucy, leaving small, red bruises all over her skin. It excited him how easily her gentle skin bruised. He found he could not control the temptation.
Loki removed his shirt and Lucy, with her small, warm hands unbuckled his belt. But when she was about to unzip his trousers, she hesitated.
Lucy looked up at him with her large, dark eyes with fear. Loki could now feel that her lust was turning into dread.
Loki wrapped his hand over her small, delicate fingers and pulled down his trousers.
Lucy took note that both of them were in their under garments and felt her modesty take over her.
"Do not worry, little one," Will consoled her, kissing her forehead. "I will try to be gentle."
But Loki knew it was a losing battle. He truly wanted to love her sweetly, but his passion was far too overbearing. Slowly, he pulled the straps of her bra down her shoulders and kissed both tenderly. He reached around her back and undid the clasps, the bra springing up over her breasts.
Lucy's arms flew over her exposed chest with embarrassment. She didn't know if Will preferred them or not and that made her quite self conscious.
Loki chuckled again at her silly tactics of modesty and warmly grabbed both arms in his large, soft hands. He kissed her bosom, and nipped the most sensitive areas. Lucy whimpered once again, like a small, hurt bird. Loki was sent into lustful rage he could no longer control.
Loki quickly ripped her white, cotton underwear off her legs and threw them on the floor and pressed his body against her naked curves. He could now hear her breathing quite heavily, small sighs escaping her pink lips.
Lucy ached for Will. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him close to her. She felt him shed his boxers, his now completely naked body, pressed against hers. She had never felt such lust before. She wanted to be with him like this every moment.
Without heisitation, Loki slipped inside her. Lucy gasped, her entire body cringing. Loki thrusted deep inside her ravenously, eager to pleasure her. Lucy moaned in pain at the sudden burst and writhed under Loki's weight as he continued his roughness. He once again trapped her hands over her head, forcing himself into her. Her small chirps of pain only sent Loki into fits of passion, his pace quickening with each sigh that escaped her lips
"Will…it hurts," she shuddered.
Loki's sudden burst of lust fizzled a bit as he saw Lucy's pained expression. Her face was quite red, her brows scrunched. A droplet of sweat gathered at her forehead. Slowly, Loki pulled himself out, only making her squirm more.
"Lucy darling," he whispered, gently kissing her forehead. "I'll stop-"
"No Will, don't," she commanded, her eyes clamped shut. "Please don't," she begged.
And for the final time, Loki surged with dominance and entered her again. Their hips bucked together and Lucy began to sigh again with pain more severe than before. Will was using more force than ever, sending her into a wave of hurt. But Lucy also felt a great deal of pleasure as he continued to press himself against her.
Loki took notice of her moans, not marked with pain, but with joy. He could feel his own blood begin to bubble with ecstasy as he continued to push her limits. Loki lifted her legs, wrapped them around his waist and pulled her hips up with him. She cried out at the sudden burst, her lithe body shaking. Seeing her face filled with bliss only made him crave her even more. She pulled on his ink black hair, and Loki smiled at her gesture.
Her burst of moans only seemed to escalate with each buck of his hips. He himself could feel his pattern of breath spiral out of control. Lucy teetered at the edge of her climax, eager to feel the sudden burst.
"William…" she gasped as she twisted the bed sheets in her hands.
With one fatal thrust, both felt their bodies shake with the peak. Lucy cried in pleasure and Loki sighed with gratification. Both collapsed onto the bed, Loki falling to Lucy's side.
Lucy huffed with joy as her lust subsided. Loki took in every inch of her supple body and stroked her cheek tenderly as he looked into her dark eyes.
"Will."
He felt a twinge in his heart he could not ignore. He hated the way that name sounded with such sincere feelings behind it. He wished she had called him Loki, for that would make him once again, ravenous to ravish her.
He could not explain it, but he felt a very odd sensation. He did not feel victorious that he had ravished her, took control of her, bed her before any other creature. It was not pride that consumed his heart. No, rather he felt quite humbled by the lovemaking. He felt raw and exhausted.
"My brother…he's getting better," Lucy confided. He felt her chest rise and fall with every breath. He kissed her forehead tenderly and watched her eyes flutter closed. He listened to her breathing and took note of how her lips separated a bit as her body sagged with relaxation. He liked the way her hair was a mess, curls wrapping around her tender, sweet face.
He closed his eyes and began to let himself fall asleep as well. He didn't need to sleep – sleep was not required to keep him going. He was beyond the need for sleep, unlike Lucy, who was much weaker. No, he slept because he wanted to. He wanted to pretend, even for a few moments, that they were two very small mortals in a big universe. That they wouldn't have to face the end of the world together in the near approaching future. He pretended Lucy's little bed was their bed, and her cozy apartment was their home. He pretended Lucy was all his every day, every night.
He enjoyed that thought, and kept replaying it in his mind until he drifted off to sleep, where he dreamt of Lucy.