Well, it's been a while! And that's because (not that any of you will care much) I discovered a new OTP and completely fell in love with it, I sort of developed a crush and couldn't stop watching videos of this guy, and I was inspired by a series of strange dreams to write a story (which I shan't publish on here I'll have you know).
Anyway, I'm here with my fave chapter! WARNING- STEAMY SCENES AT END OF CHAPTER, BE AWARE! Mind you, the scenes aren't graphically steamy, but definitely steamy. I do all my work on the family computer (I can't use my own, it's too ancient) so it's not an M-worthy description (I think) but definitely a T!
Have fun, hope you enjoy the sexy fluff I got goin' on!
Song: Iron & Wine- Flightless Bird
Chapter 14- Heart in someone else's hands
"I think so." I responded, stilling my shaking hands. I smoothed my dress, nodded at the mirror and proceeded down the stairs. I will never forget the expression on his face when I came into his view. His jaw dropped slightly, his eyes widened and he took a step forward. His breath was shaky and fast, and he began to pale. His hair was slicked back, and he wore a crisp black suit, a white shirt and a black tie. His trousers were crisp and un-creased.
"What do you think?" I asked timidly, tucking my hair behind my ear. He stepped forward and pulled the strands in front of my ears again.
"Don't be shy." He murmured. "You look so beautiful." His smile made my heart race.
"Thank you." I murmured, before pulling him down to my lips with his collar. His hands slid to my waist and he pulled me flush against him. After a while of just kissing, I pulled away.
"It's time isn't it?" I asked, turning to stare at the clock.
"The clock seems to agree." He commented before opening the door and gesturing for me to go out first. I nodded in gratitude and stepped carefully out of the door, being careful not to ruin my shoes, dress or hair. He followed behind me, clicking the door shut and lightly jogging to catch up with me. He hooked his well-dressed arm under mine and we walked, matching each other's pace, out of the safe house zone. Then, we transported together.
When we landed, we were outside the ballroom. I was suddenly nervous.
"I can't dance." I said just before we walked in.
"Yes you can, I've seen you before. Don't be nervous. I'll guide you." He rubbed my arm comfortingly. I nodded and breathed in and out in anxiety. We approached the grand door. It was a rich oak, with golden lacings around the door and on it. Before us stood two agents who were wearing chauffeur outfits. They nodded to us and opened the door to reveal the ballroom. I gasped as we stepped through the door. The room was unbelievably large; I was surprised it could be concealed in the SHIELD base. The room was golden.
"I approve the colours you're wearing." He purred in my ear.
"I thought you might've." I said back, trying but failing to ignore the shivers that rolled down my body and collected at the top of my legs and my knees. Natasha and Clint approached us.
"Clint, you look smart." I joked.
"Yes, it's a one-off occasion."
"A very fitting one-off." I commented with a teasing brush on his suited shoulder. He chuckled and squeezed my hand. I felt Loki tense and his arm around my waist tightened. Natasha looked down with unrecognisable emotion. I gulped and dropped my hand quickly. Clint cleared his throat. I looked around the room without turning my at the various people scattered at the edges of the room.
"Music hasn't started yet." A sarcastic voice made me freeze.
"Not everyone's arrived." I retorted, refusing to look at him. Loki let go of me. My body stung where his hands once were. Twenty minutes and four idle conversations later, music drifted softly into the air. The melody was beautiful but fast-paced, and everyone walked on to the dance-floor and began to dance in a quick, complicated fashion. Loki and I stood on the sidelines with Natasha and Clint. The songs continued to be fast-paced and I began to lose hope that a slow dance would come on. Finally, a song came on that was slow-paced. It was beautiful, the lyrics romantic and meaningful. Loki looked at me, his face a mask of unrecognisable emotion. Finally he smiled, and bowed, extending his hand out. He lifted his head up and asked the question I longed to hear.
"Would you allow me the honour of this dance?" Speechless, I nodded with a smile and took his hand in mine. He led me to the very middle of the hall. Just like a typical Midgardian cliché, there was only one couple dancing. And that was us. He spun me gracefully, before wrapping one of his arms around my waist. His free arm's hand entwined with mine. I wrapped my free arm around his waist. He rocked me gently, and I leant my head in to his chest, completely relaxed. I stole a glance at the group, who all stood watching us with a mixture of emotions. Loki and I just rocked and spun throughout the entire song. I heard the gentle whisper of magic, and blinked my eyes open just in time to see Loki change from his crisp suit to his armour, and his helmet. It made him comfortable. I heard people from all over the room gasp and mutter, and I tuned them out, for I was so relaxed. The lyrics sung of a flightless bird, misunderstood and heartfelt.
"You are my flightless bird." I whispered, lifting my head up to look at him.
"I love you, you know. I know I do not say it as often as I should, but I really do." He whispered. I was touched almost beyond words, but I managed to choke back my tears of happiness and respond.
"I love you, Loki. You know that already. I tell you that far too often. I am surprised I have not frightened you off." I shut my eyes and leant in to his chest again. I sighed contentedly.
"I want to try something when we get back to the house. If you don't want to do it, I understand." He said.
"Anything you want." I murmured. The song came to a natural and gentle end. I gently pulled away from him, but not before he pulled me to him for a kiss. His lips moved so naturally against mine. The paradigm of the kiss changed suddenly, and I moaned lightly as his tongue traced my lips, and I gladly welcomed his tongue entry. He sucked on my bottom lip, allowing gentle nibbles on occasion. I wasn't used to this kind of kiss- and the flush of warmth travelled down from my cheeks to my core. I moved stronger against him, picking up on his eagerness- my breathing was heavy and erratic. A few of the agents whistled and some of the younger agents that were unaware of Loki's past clapped and cheered. I gave them a bashful smile, before allowing Loki to lead me off the floor. Natasha looked like she had tears in her eyes. I narrowed my eyes for more acute observation, but she blinked and all traces of tears were gone before I could be sure of what I had seen. Shaking off the thoughts and still recovering myself from Loki's previous embrace, I leant against the wall for support, struggling to regulate my breathing. An errant curl flicked into my eyesight- I blew it away from my eyes agitatedly. Is that what he wanted to try with me later? I thought, my heart beat racing once again. He turned to meet my eyes, sensing my heart's acceleration. I stared at him, trying to convey my sudden urgency to leave the stuffy room, to be back into Loki's cool arms. He joined me, holding his arm around my waist. He leaned into my ears and murmured.
"Contain yourself for a half hour more and I shall not disappoint you, I promise." My legs quivered in anticipation, and I took a loud gulp at his words.
"I suppose I could last a half hour longer…" I trailed off teasingly. He grinned; and I felt like I was truly seeing him for the first time. He looked beyond content to the point of being happy. The half hour passed unmercifully slowly, leaving me gasping by the end. I had never been ravished before, never had I contemplated it either. I was too busy being concerned over my father's actions to worry about that. I knew from the tales of Asgard and his own admittance that he'd ravished several women- mostly to get what he wanted but on occasion out of the want to be adored. Any normal woman would have shied away from the thought of being used like Loki had used the maidens, but I was no ordinary woman. I saw past the façade of sadness and evil, penetrated the violence he struggled to hide into the adoring, beautiful personality everyone neglected all those moons ago. I believed that Loki's soul was pure- he was truly misunderstood. However, I still needed to voice my concerns. So when the time finally came for people to depart, I bade my farewells and walked through the doors with Loki.
"This is a ridiculous question, and the moment it leaves my lips I shall regret it, but I need to say it. You won't… use me like you did the maidens, will you?" I winced slightly as I said it- I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but I needed to know the truth.
"Of course not. Do not feel guilty for your accusation- I have done that before, I can see why you would not put it past me." He explained, the warm smile fixed on his lips. I sighed in relief, safe in the knowledge I had not upset him, he would not upset me and that the following hours would be very… busy. I bit my lip in anticipation, walking a tad faster than my usual pace. That was all it took for Loki, and the moment we were outside in the cool evening air he whisked me into his arms and carried me into the house, locked the door and transported to the bedroom. He lay me gently on the bed, wasting no time in climbing upon me and planting kisses all over me. His lips were everywhere- nibbling, sucking and licking. I moaned and began to breathe heavily as my fingers tangled in his raven hair excitedly. He responded to that by sucking harder- causing a stronger reaction. After a while he became aggravated by the amount of clothes I wore, and his leg traced up my leg, to the top of my thigh and my breath hitched when he stopped his delicate, cool trails and rested his hand there.
"Please… Loki, please…" I found myself moaning desperately. He chuckled darkly and trailed even slower- I couldn't contain myself much longer. If he didn't pick up the pace I could make a mess of myself. My mind was losing control, spiralling into pleasure and lust. I writhed beneath him, and finally he touched me. I blacked in and out because I found it so enjoyable. By the end I was gasping and shrieking his name, begging for more. I had never felt so wanted before, and it was amazing. I was awe-struck, unable to talk for minutes after. Still struggling to breathe, I turned to tell him how good it was. His hair was tousled and damp with sweat, his eyes wide. He too was breathless, the look on his face the look of an explorer discovering something new and fantastic.
"You… are… incredible." I said, turning to face him. He gave me a shrug with a knowing smile before I turned around to sleep. My breath was slowly regaining its original pace, and I smiled when I felt his cool, bare arms wrap around me and pull me tightly against him. I sighed contentedly before closing my eyes, slowly, pleasurably. For once, I could not care for Asgard. For once, I did not miss my home in an instant. For once, I could put my heart in someone else's hands, safe in the knowledge they wouldn't betray me.
So, what do you guys think? We all like a bit of sex, especially if it's from Loki ;) Please review if you have the time! Btw, if you're interested (which is unlikely) the OTP I'm currently in love with is Shenny (Sheldon/Penny from The Big Bang Theory) and the guy I've half fallen for is Jim Parsons *soft swoon*
But still TOM HIDDLESTON and BENEDICT CUMBERBATCH for me :) With a dash of Parsons and Fassbender.
I'm gonna finish. Before your brain explodes with my female teen hormones.
Oh god what's going on I've ruined everything.
See you for a belated Chapter 15 (Won't be done for at least two weeks if I push it, as I am off on Holiday for a week, lemme hear a woop woop!)