Lemony goodness awaits, my friends. If you aren't into this sort of thing, you don't have to read it. However, if you're like me, the fantasy of thinking about it is wonderful.

I own Vielae. Everything else belongs to their respective owners.

As their lips met, Vielae felt something shoot through her entire body. Loki had her pushed up against the wall of the cave, his hands roaming her body, as if wanted to feel underneath her clothing. Sure enough, Loki began to gently work the jacket off of her shoulders until it pooled around her feet. Without thinking, Vielae started pushing Lokis green jacket off of his shoulders and, with his help, worked it off his body. Their kiss broke and their eyes met. Vielae could see a hunger in Lokis eyes as he looked at her. Loki saw a similar hunger in Vielae, but there was uncertainty there as well. His eyes widened slightly as he realized why she was uncertain.

"Vielae," he said quietly. "Have you ever been with anyone?" When Vielae shook her head, Loki smiled. "I'll be gentle," he promised, and kissed her again. Vielae relished in the feel of his warm body against hers. Her hands moved up to his tunic and unlaced the top of it, slowly. Loki felt her do this, and slid his hands underneath her tunic, working it up her body. When he felt the bare skin of her torso, he felt her start slightly. The sensation of his hands there sent an electric shock through her. Loki pulled away as his hands felt the raised scars all over her. Some were small, and some were huge. He pulled the tunic up over her head and studied her. Scars crisscrossed over her alabaster flesh. Though they had healed, it still pained him to see them. Suddenly feeling self-conscious, Vielae began to cover herself with her arms. Her breasts were still bound, but she felt naked. Loki grabbed her arms, stopping her. He turned her around, and was shocked to see what looked like whip scars on her back. He gently traced one, and Vielae shuddered. The memory of how she got those scars was still fresh in her mind. Loki now felt horrible. Without thinking, he embraced Vielae from behind, pulling her as close to him as physically possible.

"I will never allow that to happen to you, ever again," he promised, his face resting on her head as he whispered in her ear. Vielae's eyes grew wide, and then teary. No one had spoken to her like this...ever. It felt different from before. It felt warm, and inviting. She felt safe...and loved. Loki kissed her shoulder, slowly working his way up her neck, and to her pointed ear, which he gave a soft nibble. Vielae let out an audible gasp. She felt a throbbing, both in her chest and between her legs. Her heart was beating furiously, and she could feel heat rising to her face. Vielae turned around and pulled Loki into a hot kiss. She all but ripped his tunic off. She had officially given in to her feelings, and she now knew what it was to want someone. And she wanted Loki badly. Loki chuckled softly in response. When Vielae pulled away, he bore the mischievous grin that she had come to love so much. His eyes sparkled with the same light.

"Eager, aren't we?" he murmured, and started nibbling at her neck, making Vielae gasp with pleasure. His hands gently caressed her body, tracing each and every scar. Without thinking, Vielae let out a moan. Loki smiled into her neck, pleased with what he was hearing. He pulled away, admiring the dark bite mark he had left. Vielae took a moment to look at Loki.

He was much fitter than she had originally thought. His body was lean, with well-defined muscle. Even in the dark building, his skin glowed almost as bright as hers. There was a pause, and Loki gently pulled her hips toward him, looking into her ice blue eyes. "Are you sure? You're certain that this is what you want?" The question caught Vielae off guard, and made her look away think carefully. Was it lust or love? Loki gently cupped her face and pulled his eyes back to his, prying through her gaze. He saw the faintest glimmer of hesitation, and was actually pleased. He didn't want her to just jump in to this. After a full minute of silence, Vielae gently kissed him, and said...

"Yes."

Loki smiled again, and gently lowered her on to the floor. He slowly started working his way down her body, kissing her the entire way. Every kiss made Vielaes skin tingle with excitement. Removing with binding with gusto, he began to lavish attention on her breasts, gently scraping the skin with his teeth. Vielae moaned, her back arching and her hands looking for something to grasp. Loki grabbed her right hand as it found its way to his head and pinned it to the ground at her side. She looked down at him, and he grinned.

"Don't move," he whispered. Vielae swallowed and nodded, placing her left hand at her side. Loki continued his way down, still tantalizing her skin. Every moan he heard just spurred him on. He licked his way down to between her legs, pulling off her breeches and loincloth as he went, and paying special attention to the sensitive skin on her thighs. Vielae thought she would explode. Every touch, every motion he made, was electrifying. It took all of her control not to move. She dug her fingernails into the floor, desperate for something to hold on to. When Loki finally began to taste her, Vielaes moans became louder and more desperate. She could feel the muscles in her body tense up. Suddenly, she felt an enormous release as she came, shouting Lokis name as loud as she could. Loki couldn't help but laugh slightly as he drank her in. She was delicious. As her breathing slowed, he raised his head, worked his way up, and kissed her, wanting her to know what he knew. Vielae was surprised at what she tasted. It was sweet, like fruit, but with a pleasant bitterness afterwards. Loki pulled away, still smiling. "Are you ready?" he asked. Vielae, still nervous, nodded. "I'll be gentle," he promised as he removed his on bottoms. Vielae closed her eyes, readying herself for...she didn't know what. "Look at me, Vielae," Loki commanded. She did as she was told, locking eyes with the man above her. She felt something very warm and hard start to prod between her legs. Slowly, he eased his way into her. Vielae gave a gasp of pain, but didn't shut her eyes. Loki sat still for a full minute, staring at her. She was warm and tight, and felt amazing. Still, he held back allowing her to adjust slowly. He could see the tears streaming down her face as she held back cries of pain. "Let me know," he whispered. When Vielae felt most of the pain subside, she nodded. Painstakingly slow, Loki began to move. He alternated between kissing her and whispering words of comfort. He told her how beautiful she was, and how wonderful this felt for him, assuring her that it would feel wonderful for her as well. When the small whimpers of pain turned to whimpers of pleasure, he moved a little faster. This time, there was no feeling of pain. Vielae began to feel the wonderful friction between them, and she loved it. The whimpers turned to moans, and Loki was spurred on. He put some force into his movements, and Vielae moaned even louder. Unable to control herself, she reached up and embraced him, her fingernails digging into her back as she cried out. "Move with me," Loki said, his voice rough with lust. As if by themselves, Vielaes hips began to move in sync with him, allowing him to go deeper. Again, a wave of pleasure washed over the both of them. Vielae could feel every bit of him inside of her, and the tension began to build again. As she pulled him in, Loki felt tension inside of himself. She was almost ready, so he sped up, wanting to finish with her. Her cries of pleasure grew louder. Vielae arched her back, crying out his name. She wrapped her legs around him, pulling him in.

"LOKI!" she screamed as she climaxed, the tension releasing in a wave of pleasure.

"VIELAE!" he cried as he followed her, the pulsing of her body bringing him to release.

The storm outside began to subside, but all Vielae and Loki were aware of was each other. They were both breathing heavily. Slowly, Loki pulled out, noticing the mix of bodily fluids that was dripping on the ground from both of them. Looking around, he grabbed the water flask and cloth that Vielae had been using to clean him off. Using magic, he drew the dirt from the cloth and gently heated the water inside of the flask to just steaming. He soaked the cloth in the water and began to clean Vielae off. When the warm cloth made contact with skin, Vielae jumped. She was still sensitive, so any touch made her twitch. She looked down and saw what Loki was doing.

"You don't have to do that," she murmured, a little embarrassed at the blood she saw.

"Hush now," Loki replied, not looking up from his work. The warmth felt good, relaxing her muscles even further. Vielae smiled slightly as she watched him taking all the care of a mother cleaning her child. She propped herself up on her elbows and let out a sigh.

"Well?" Loki asked, finishing up before tending to his own cleanliness. Vielae pondered the question for a moment.

"It...it was...I have no way to describe it," Vielae admitted.

"How do you feel?" Loki asked, rephrasing his question.

"I feel...wonderful...like I'm walking on air," she replied. Loki smiled, leaned over, and kissed her softly.

"That's what I like to hear," he said.