Summery: Sylvie was a patient woman, but damn was Loki slow to realize what she was waiting for.

Rated: M

Genre: Romance

Competition/Challenge Block
Written For: Monthly Challenges for All (Year 6); Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry 2.0 (Year 1)

Hogwarts: Slytherin; Global Warming Task 2 (Write about someone who chooses to ignore the warning signs about something or someone.)

MC4A: TBD

Word Count: 1,654

Warning Tag: Sexual Content

Author's Note: How the bar scene should have ended, am I right all my Sylkie lovers? :) Enjoy.

Barman's Keep

Sylvie didn't know why she thought this encounter with Loki would be different from the others. He was amazing at disappointing her every chance he got, so why would a fourth time change that?

Guess she didn't know when to enforce boundaries after all, and here she thought she was doing well keeping her coworker, Jack, who fancied her at arm's length. He was just a kid, after all, and deserved more than a work crush to chase after.

Yet here she was, foolishly bringing the one who she let in and was deeply hurt by back into her life to talk about whatever the fuck was going on with him and why he had turned into spaghattified silly putty right before her.

Maybe she should bring up the fact that her dinner had completely vanished off her truck to him?

No, it would confirm what she suspected is happening to be true, and she didn't want to confront that. Not now. It was too soon. She refused to regret what she did. It was the right thing to do.

Loki sat catty corner from her at the bar of the Misplaced Diner. He looked at her with a combination of curiosity and uncertainty, burying the underlying fear with them. Sylvie acted casual despite the turmoil of emotions swirling in her gut. She nibbled on the bowl of salted peanuts to distract herself from her own feelings. This bar-veiled diner was safe, no one would bother them and no one asked questions, just how she liked it.

"They had no choice to be taken from their lives at the TVA," Loki explained. "Casey is an escaped prisoner now. Who would want to go back to that?"

"And?" Sylvie deadpanned, flagging the bartender. "Everyone is back where they belong now. He made that choice to put himself where he is. It's just how everything is supposed to be."

"But…" His hand curled into a fist, frustrated by her lack of caring about his superficial trouble. "No one had any say to be reset. How many would choose to stay at the TVA if given the chance? I can't give them that opportunity without your help."

It was always about the TVA with him. She rolled her eyes and looked away.

"You don't care about any of it, do you?" Loki hissed. "You got what you wanted and you just walked away. It's so selfish!"

"Yes, I'm selfish," she snapped back. "I want a life to live. To be free to make decisions and mistakes. To stop running, hiding, and witnessing so much death and destruction. You cannot manipulate these people's lives like this, Loki. It defeats everything that happened to get everyone back to where they belong in the first place."

Loki sighed, looking away from her and resting his hand on his forehead. Sylvie accepted the slice of apple pie she ordered earlier and poked at it with a fork.

"What's wrong with wanting something?" She asked, prompting Loki to look back at her. "What is it that you really want from all of this?"

"I want to stop He Who Remains' variants—"

"Wrong. Try again," she said harshly. "Come on, what is it you truly want?"

He placed his hand on the table then, and Sylvie could see him avoiding trying to say what he was really thinking. She took a small bite of pie, allowing the cinnamon and spice to melt over her tongue.

"I want… to save this."

Her heart fluttered. It hit close, but not enough to satisfy her or him. He was still denying his feelings.

"To save the TVA. Everything. All of this," he continued.

Not good enough. "No. You're so close, Loki. Come on, just say it! What is it that you want?"

The bartender approached them, leaning on the counter. "What will you have with that?"

"I want my friends back," Loki blurted. "I don't want to be alone."

The bartender gave him a strange, but understanding look. Sylvie could feel her eyes start to burn from disappointment. She was selfish indeed hoping that he cared, that he would remember what he told her so long ago at the end of time. Why did she allow herself to have hope like this again?

She nodded slowly, tearing her gaze from Loki to put in a drink order and took another bite of pie to recover from her pain.

"See? You can be selfish too, but not for the wrong reasons," she explained. "I know that it is hard to accept this, but your friends are back where they belong."

"And where do I belong?"

Sylvie took her shot of bourbon, giving him a sad look as she got up. His words echoed in her mind and she yearned to bitterly repeat them, but she couldn't, her voice refused to say them.

'Maybe we could figure it out, together.'

"You'll figure it out, I'm sure," she said.

Heading for the door, Sylvie purposefully moved past him in the process. The corner of her eye saw the people playing pool be wisped away into thin strands of nothing. A hand grabbed her elbow and she froze.

"I want you," Loki muttered. She turned to face him, watching him lightlylick his lips and swallow. "I… need you. It's always been for you…"

Time came to a stop. The lights no longer buzzed, muffled voices vanished, nothing around them moved aside from them. She all but threw herself at him in response, crawling onto his lap like her life depended on it. Loki's back collided with the bar from the action, and she silenced the groan of pain with an open mouth capturing his, tongue scraping against his teeth. He recovered from the shock fairly quickly, curling his arms around her arse while his hands roamed over her lower back, fighting against fabric to find the hem of her baggy tank top in order to remove the garment.

Sylvie stripped him of the brown peacoat before Loki swiveled the stool around and hoisted her onto the bar, promptly discarding her tank to the floor with the jacket. She curled her fingers deep into his hair, scraping her nails against his scalp as he pulled away from her only to drag his mouth down her jawline and neck, nuzzling kisses and bruises in his wake.

Sylvie couldn't help but moan when she rolled her head back once Loki made contact with the soft, tender flesh of her exposed breasts with a delicate hand. She panted, already anticipating for his tongue to make contact with her beading nipple any second now.

His hands wandered over her body, his lips lingered on her clavicle, and it was already driving her insane. She gasped when he slid delicate fingers down her thighs, feeling the magic tingle against her skin as the jeans slowly melted away. He nuzzled her breasts, flitting his tongue teasingly against her pinkened nipples. Sylvie found herself gripping his still-clothed shoulders and caught her own breath in a hitch when his wandering mouth brushed down her stomach and nestled in between her thighs.

Arching forward, Sylvie moaned nonsense out to the now empty space around them. Her legs wrapped around Loki's back, pulling him closer as he explored her so delicately. It was enough to send her over the edge already. Panting in ecstacy, Sylvie pulled Loki's head back by the hair so she could climb back onto his khaki-cladded lap. She consumed his wet glistening lips, riding against his rock hard groin in the process.

Sylvie was still hungry.

The sweetness of apple lingered in the air between them when she pulled away, looking deeply into his emerald green eyes with her own deep blue. She slipped a hand between the buttons on his shirt and promptly popped them off to tug off the bothersome dress shirt. It exposed his lean chest immediately and she smirked, leaning in to nip and ravaish the pale flesh while Loki was busy repositioning them on the bar. She still grinded against him, her slick mixing with his through the rough fabric.

This won't do.

She heard Loki gasp in reserved pain at the bite she left on his shoulder, her hands quickly finding the front of his slacks, she teased him then by sliding her hand through the unzipped opening, fondling his own soft, sensitive flesh.

The shudder and groan he released in her shoulder nearly had her cum again, but not yet. He had the sense to climb onto the bar, pushing her down in the process, and capture her mouth while she worked him and slipped him out of his work-issued uniform. She was not wasting any more time. Sylvie thrusted her hips against his, engulfing every centimeter of him as they both shuttered from the wave of intense pleasure. Her back slid against the polished wood as he pushed into her, they both equally ravished another with sloppy kisses and harsh bites. Her whimpers mixed with Loki's rough grunting, the pace only increasing as he readied to climax.

Sylvie wrapped her legs around his thighs, forcing him to go deeper while she arched into him, allowing him to rock her entire body as they both met nirvana together. A hand curled into his hair while the other took one of his own hands. She panted heavily as she relaxed, letting Loki melt over her in all of their glistening bliss. He kissed her gently, fluttering his fingers across a bare shoulder.

Loki smirked at her when their eyes met, brushing a strand of damp hair off her face.

"Do you come here often?"

Sylvie snorted a giggle and gave him a little shove before tugging on his tie to capture another kiss. She shifted her hips where they were still connected, enticing him for more. She pulled away just enough to nip at his ear.

"Of course. I'm always hungry."