Sara sat in the Library with her book, reading it quietly and sipping a cup of hot tea. It was turning out to be a cold first week of November, and she pulled the blanket on the ottoman up over her legs to snuggle under it. The clouds looked gray and heavy outside, and snow was predicted to fall that evening. She made sure to do a Walmart run before it began, to stock up on necessities in case it took a while for the snow to clear from the roads outside.
She turned the page in her Romance, rooting for the lovers as she read an especially erotic part that made her toes curl. The sudden sound, of someone walking up to the front door from around the porch got her attention as a man and woman spoke with eachother. She froze, wondering how they got past the new gate, or even how they managed to not set off any fo the camera as they passed them. She checked her phone, looking for alerts, and found none to her dismay. This property was supoosed to be wired for sound, and they just managed to walk past the entire system and up to the house. She was going to be calling Customer Service for the company for sure, she wanted the to let them know what she thought about her top of the line Security System actually was worth.
She set he mug down on a coaster, angry that her system had failed after she spent so much on it, and craned her neck to see who it was through the glass. Through the lace curtains, she could see a woman, her long blonde hair trailing down her back, and a man with long blonde hair. Sara silently prayed that they were not from the cult up the road, and groaned to herself as she readied herself to block out anything concerning Rantha and her bizarre teachings. It was all a scam, and the damn woman had a legitimate compound not far away, with security that make hers look like a baseball bat tied to the back of an angry badger. She heard them speaking, and she blinked as someone knocked on the door with a polite tap.
"This is the custom here Mother, you await permission to enter someone's residence. We fo not wish to be seen as rude, Mortals believe it is a violation of their person if you just walk in. Their homes are sacred to them, and many defend them." The male voice said, and she shot out of the chair and blinked at the window. She pushed the curtains aside and saw Thor standing with an elegantly dressed woman she had never seen before. She was a mess, and she tried to brush the cookie crumbs off her sweater and checked her hair in the hall mirror as she walked past it and combed it with her fingers.
Loki told her enough about her, that she knew that his Mother was really nice, but she did not want to take chances. She had to make a good impression, just in case Loki decided to tell his mom he had a girlfriend now. Secretly, she hoped he did not say a word, it could get him into trouble.
Her leggings were clean, and she looked down at her slippers and bit her lip. She didn't want Loki's Mom thinking she was a slob, and she wanted to at least look as if she were trying. This was her first relationship too, and she was far from prepared for actually meeting the parents.
She was so going to not impress her
She unlocked the locks, and opened the door, her bunny slippers scuffing as she stepped back and Thor gave her a wide grin in greeting. The woman with him folded her hands, and gave her a polite smile as they both stood in the door.
At least they were not Rantha. Thank fuck for that.
"Hello Lady Sara, I am Queen Frigga. I hoped to visit my son for a moment, if it is no issue with you." Sara looked at her, the elegant cut of the light blue suit she was wearing and the pearl gray shawl around her shoulders made he feel underdressed. Her mouth fell open at how gorgeous she was, and she stepped aside to let them into the house. Loki wandered past with the Dungeons and Dragons Rule book in his hands, propped open on a leather bound notebook as he chewed on the end of a pen. They all paused their movement as the Roomba trundle by, the googly eyes that Robert had glued to it wiggling as it cleaned the floors.
"Sorry." She mumbled, and Frigga watched the robotic vacuum dock itself as it finished its task. Loki paused, taking the pen out if his mouth and not looking up from whatever he was writing in the blank notebook.
"I have chosen my race, but it seems that I need some dice to figure my attributes. Do you have any?" He asked, not looking up as he made more notes in the book. He scanned the page in front of him, and she opened her mouth as he tapped the pen on his teeth in thought and knotted his eyebrows. "I have quite the backstory for my character written as well, I do hope you all approve of it. This game sounds like a great deal of fun, and I do want to do everything correctly."
"Yeah, i have a couple of sets... Uh... Loki..." Sara managed to get out, and he shook his head as he read a rule again. He wandered past, his shoes finding the creaky board as he went into the den and sat down on the couch and made another note in the book in front of him. He scratched his lower back under his Mt. St. Helens hoodie, and adjusted the back of his faded blue jeans. "You have a visitor, Loki. Two actually, I can find you that bag of dice later."
"Sara, SHIELD has already made their visit..." He said, and blinked as he saw his Mother standing next to her. Thor hung his hammer on the coat hook on the foyer, and gave her a polite nod as he passed her. He paused, looking at the pictures in the frames and smiling at one of Loki, Mark, and Emily on the couch. Sara was still slowly changing out the pictures on the walls for ones of her friends, her adopted family and he saw the one of the whole group at Fright Fest last Halloween.
"These are very nice, are the rest your siblings?" Thor asked, making polite conversation, and she shook her head.
"Friends, but we may as well be related. That is how close we all are." She replied, and she saw Loki stand up and fix his hair a bit. It was a bit unruly, but he managed to get it straightened as he stared at his Mother.
"Mother... I apologize... I did not see you." He said, closing the book and setting it on the coffee table. Thor walked into the room, and he sat on the loveseat as Loki gave his mom a polite bow.
"This is a lovely home, so warm and inviting, Lady Sara. You are very pretty as well, if I may say so, Dear." She said, and walked over to the fireplace. She picked up a frame with a group photo in it of them in September, after a paintball game at the arena in Puyallup. They were all splattered in paint, but they had a great time. She smiled at it, and set the picture back down, an Loki gestured for her to sit.
"Thank you, let me go get some tea for everyone." Sara blurted out, running through to the kitchen, and started the kettle to make a pot of tea. She used the good, loose leaf and placed the strainer in the bone China pot, and began setting up the tray.
The kettle soon whistled, and she added it to the pot, adding the creamer and sugar bowl to the tray with a plate of cookies, and four teacups with saucers. She could almost feel Darla breathing down her neck for not adding a paper doily to the plate of cookies, and she cringed at how it looked. She smiled though, walking back through the house and presenting the tea service like a good hostess.
"Oh! I did not expect tea to be served, thank you." Frigga said, her smile warm and inviting as Thor streched his arms out along the back of the loveseat. Loki gave her a polite nod, and poured a cup for his Mother and gave it to her.
"Here, they have very good tea on this planet. You may enjoy this one greatly." He said, and Frigga smiled as she sipped it. She nodded, and held the cup and saucer in her hands.
"It is good to see that you are getting on Dear, I have been worried that you would find all this difficult. I am much relieved to have been granted a visit, Thor is taking me to meet his Mortal friends next." She said, and Sara saw her read the long sleeved shirt that he wore. It was from Fright Fest, and it had a spider over the pocket the legend saying: "Stay Scared."
"For the most part, I am finding my way, you need not worry." He said, and pinched his lips. "I do not appreciate that Odin lied to Sara, she was not told that she was making herself a plaything for him when she accepted the elixir. He is using her, a puppet for his own needs."
"Father did not feel the need to tell her that there may be side effects, he assumed that none would manifest themselves." Thor interjected, and Frigga looked at her. Sara felt a bit of worry that they would hurt her, and Loki nodded to her. Frigga stared at her, and she fidgeted with her hands and cleared her throat.
"I heal alot faster from minor injuries, and... I have noticed that my eyesight has gotten better." She admitted, her fingers weaving between eachother and she folded her hands to not look so nervous.
"She is rather kind, and soft spoken when presented with new people. Please forgive her. As you see from the photos, I am included in activities." Loki said, and she gave him a smile. He had not talked at all about the relationship they shared, or what was going on between them. He chose to gloss over the subject, not that there was much to talk about, they had yet to be intimate. She liked things the way they were, it was sweet, and he was not pushing her outside of her comfort zone.
Sara was ready to tear down the walls she had to put up, but she was still too afraid. Afraid she would push him away, and loose him forever of she continued to remain shy about any form of intimacy.
"It must have been quite a shock to you Lady Sara, I will speak to my husband about this. What else were you not told?" Frigga asked her, and she fidgeted with her fingers again as she sat down in the recliner and grew nervous.
"Living for five thousand years." She mumbled, and Frigga pressed her lips into a thin line. She looked angry then, and she shot Thor a look that made him look nervous, he looked at his thumb then, and dug under the nail. Sara found it a bit funny, that the woman could make him cower with a single look and she did her best to not laugh.
"I was told to keep quiet, she was the only one who agreed to take on Loki as a ward. Father was concerned that she would refuse, and he needed a place to put Loki, where he would learn a lesson." Thor said, and Sara gripped the plush, dark blue arms of the chair she sat in. Her nails scraped over the texture of the velveteen fabric, and she frowned. He knew the whole time, and was told to shut his trap.
"Thanks for nothing." Sara said, and Thor gave her a shrug. Loki stood up, pacing the floor and he looked like a caged tiger at the nonchalance of his brother.
"You could have told her! Warned her even! But instead, you chose to be silent, obeying a King that uses dying girls as a way to appease his own needs! Sara deserves better! They all do!" Loki shouted at his brother, and Frigga stepped between them. Thor clenched a fist, and Loki reached for the first thing he could use as a weapon. He gripped the ballpoint pen in his hand, and held it like a dagger.
"And you sought to enslave this entire planet, it makes you no better!" Thor shouted back, and Loki raised the hand to stab Thor with the pen. Sara gasped, covering her mouth and her eyes went wide at the scene.
"I do not think that Lady Sara would appreciate the both of you damaging anything in her home, both of you sit down!" Frigga shouted, and they both calmed down a bit. Loki looked as if he were still about to explode, and he lay the pen back down on the table. Sara curled in her chair, pulling her feet up and watching both of the men.
"My Apologies Lady Sara, I will do nothing that will risk your home. You have enough to worry about with Loki here, I will not add to them." Thor said, and Frigga relaxed herself as she folded her hands and looked at Loki. He loosened his shoulders, and she saw some tension melt from his face, but he was still angry.
"It's not him that I am worried about." Sge muttered, and she let her eyes drift to Thor. She let out a breath, and ran the tip of her finger over the texture of the fabric under it. She focused on it, and she found a soft spot that she could use to focus herself on. Loki noticed what she was doing, and she stopped and swallowed down what fears she had.
He was angry because she was lied to, he was also protecting her. She never knew what that was like, and deep inside her, it felt good to be loved so much.
"Loki, your Father..." Frigga began, and he cut her off and shouted at her. His hair flipping as he turned his head hard enough to give himself whiplash, his face turning red as he clenched his fist again.
"HE IS NOT MY FATHER!" Sara sat back in the chair, she had never seen him this mad, and it made her heart jump. He was normally the calmer, more collected one, and Frigga even looked nervous. She gave him a thin smile, and she saw something then in the woman's face.
"Please calm yourself Dear, Lady Sara is looking pale at your outburst." She said, and Loki looked at her. She wanted to curl up into a ball then, and he calmed his breathing as he shook his head. He turned around then, leaving the room and walked up the stairs. Frigga let out a long breath, and Thor stood as she took his arm and guided him. Sara walked them to the door, and she remembered that Thor had almost forgotten his hammer and pointed at it. He took it from the hook, and the woman gave her a hug.
"I will try to visit again, I am so very greatful for how kind you and your companions have been to him. I wish you a long and happy life, filled with joy for what you have done." Frigga smiled, and released her slowly. They stepped out onto the porch, and Sara looked at her. Frigga opened her hands and gave her a vial of the same elixr that she was given, and she placed it into her hands gently. Sara held it in shock, and stared at it. Thor stepped off the porch, walking around the house and leaving the both of them to talk.
"These are the first friends that Loki has truly had, I do not give this to you lightly. Warn the rest about the effects, because it will also pass to their children." Frigga said, and she nodded as she held the bottle in her hand. She hugged the Queen then, and she heard Loki walk down the stairs. He saw the vial she was holding, and she waved to her as she walked to be with Thor.
"They are the only friends either of us has had." She said, and Frigga gave her a sad smile as she looked back, she and Thor walked to the gravel and a flash of light filled the Yard. They were gone. Sara walked to the design left, and she held the vial to her chest as if it were the only thing she could use to save her friends. She looked up at the sky, her world changing a little bit as she shivered from the cold.
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She lit the fireplace in the bedroom, warming her hands as the wood caught and she thought about the vial that she tucked into the drawer in the office upstairs. She turned to the French doors that led to the balcony off her room, and peered through the beveled glass that surrounded the stained glass set in them. The first flakes began to fall, amd it would soon get heavier. She heard a soft tap on the doorframe, and she shivered as she turned and looked at Loki.
"I forgot, I do have those dice you need. Good thing I have a few sets, these, ironically are green. You can keep them." She opened the closet, and found the drawer she was looking for. She took out the velvet pouch, and handed it to him. He took it, and she smiled at him. There was pain in his eyes, the mask gone again and he held it in his hands. "Do you want to talk about it? I was going to light the fire downstairs, the snow finally started, and it is going to get cold."
"I want to apologize for loosing my temper. I am just so damned angry about what Odin did not tell you, so mad that he is using you as a pawn to hurt me." He said, and he blinked. "I am mad at myself as well, I should have known that all this would happen. I should have just allowed him to execute me, anything to keep this from hurting you."
"Don't say that, don't you ever say that." She said, her heart breaking at the thought of him being dead. He looked at her, shock replacing the sadness on his face and his eyes fixed on hers. "I am glad that you are still alive, and that you are here. Giggles, Dobby, Irish, and T.D, are all glad to have ever met you, and to have you as a friend. So don't you ever say anything about dying."
He stared at her, unable to find words and he swallowed hard as he walked to her and embraced her. She hugged him back, and she clung to his hoodie. She felt that safety again, and blinked back tears at his words.
"We all love you Spooky, even the bad parts of you. Remember, you saved my life too. I have no regrets, and never want any." She said, and he hugged her tighter.
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He watched the storm outside the kitchen window, and heard Sara cutting vegetables to add to the stew she was making. He dried the potatoes he had just washed in the sink, and brought them over to her. She lay a board, and a knife out so that he could cut them into pieces. He had taken on more of a share in the chores, and found that he enjoyed cooking most of all. The adding of different ingredients, the selection of herbs, it all was oddly meditative and precise. He could meditate as he worked, just allowing his mind to wander.
"Keep them about bite sized, they cook better if they are that size." She said, and scraped the carrots and celery into the pot on the stove. He could smell the spices and seasonings filling the air, and he cut the pieces he had a bit smaller. He finished with the potatoes, and Sara sighed as the lights flickered. "I am thinking we may loose power, good thing I have a gas stove. We can light it with a match, and will have warm food at least."
"Do you have lanterns to make light?" He asked her and she laughed as she opened a door that was under the stairs and she started digging on the shelves. She ducked down, moving inside it and came back with several battery lanterns and a box of various candles.
"I have candles, and these camping lanterns. Less danger, and we can walk around with them if we have to." She set them all on the counter, and she let the pot simmer as she began distributing the candles around the house. He could hear her walking around above him, and he added the potatoes to the stew. He stirred them in, thinking about the visit, and his friends. His thoughts on how glad to have met all of them as he watched the food bubble, he lay the spoon down on the ceramic rest and glanced out the window at the snow again.
She returned, and slipped a lighter into her jeans pocket, a smile on her face as she held up a CD case. She had something planned, and he crossed his arms as he leaned against the counter.
She went over to the radio on the counter, turning the CD Player on. She put the disc in, and she began to play 1,2,3,4 by Feist. She grinned at Loki holding out her hand, she started dancing around and he shook his head.
"You have been grumpy almost all day, lighten up before I throw a lamp at you." She said, and grabbed his arm and pulled him toward her. He relented, and started dancing around the kitchen. She laughed as she spun on her toes, her bunny slippers scuffing over the tile and she laughed. He began to dance with her, feeling happier as she laughed again. "Smiling again, good!"
He laughed, dancing in the kitchen. s
She smiled as his arms went around her and they danced together. They were for that moment free, and this was theirs. He felt free, and knew he would not be ridiculed for this display, so he went with it.
He was becoming a different person, and he was not sure if he liked it yet. It was like trying on a new skin, strange at first, but then you grew into it.
Yhe song ended, and she took over the cooking. She let everything simmer in the pot and moved back to dance some more with him. The music ended abruptly, and she sighed as the lights went out. She turned on the lantern, and placed it on the counter. The silence striking him as he shrugged, and he could hear the fireplace crackle in the den. She looked out the window at the storm, her eyes on the falling flakes.
"Well, looks like it might be a while before it comes back on. Good thing I charged my phone and the tablet, this house gets a bit cold too." She sighed, and she kicked the draft stopper back under the basement door. He remembered back to when he found the small room down there, the one with the small bed and the thin quilts and blankets in his exploring. It angered him to think of her curled on that dusty matteess, freezing in the dark as the rest of the family slept in warm, soft beds.
"I will check to fireplaces." He said, mostly to calm himself, and she smiled at him as he strolled through the house. It seemed different now, the lantern lighting his way as he climbed the stairs, passing the cherub in the bannister that held a crystal globe above it. The light would normally be left on all night, but he knew that tonight, it would be dark. The fireplace in Sara's room crackled away, keeping the room warm and he put another log in it to keep it going. He wandered the house, coming back to the kitchen and saw her setting the table for them to eat. She had two tapers in Crystal holders, flickering on the table as she set the plates of bread and butter in between them. She then served the stew onto two low bowls, and he felt his stomach groan in hunger.
"Everything good up there? I made a warm bin out of an old plastic tote for the cat in the basement, and some food and litter down there." She said, and he gave her a smile. He wanted to hold her in his arms so bad, to kiss her again, but he was held back by what had happened that morning. The cold metal around his wrist served as a reminder, and the fact that he was what he was. She would never want him to begin with, not if she knew about his true heritage.
"Yes, I put another log on the fire in your room to keep it warm. The Den is roaring with warmth as well, so I believe that we should have no issues with staying warm. I am sure the cat will be rather happy to sleep inside tonight, and be well fed." He replied, and she put his bowl on the table. He sat down, and she gave a little shiver as she looked at her food. He stood up again, getting a blanket from the den and draping it over her shoulders. She held it around her, and he sat back down as she began to eat. He buttered a slice of the bread for her, and lay it on the edge of her plate.
"Thank you... for the blanket too. It does not take long for the house to start getting cold. I guess the Securoty System is a bit of a wash until the power comes back." She said, and he gave her a smile.
"We could sleep in shifts, if it makes you feel safer." He replied, taking a bite of the beef stew and his eyes almost rolled into the back of his head. Asgard had spices, but nothing like what Sara had at her disposal. The flavors here were wonderful, and despite not enjoying the food from Burger King, Sara had a gift with her meals. "This is delicious, as usual."
"Thanks. I have been cooking since I was twelve, so I guess I am good at it now." She replied, and she looked at him over the candles. "I am glad I can make a God happy with my cooking though."
He laughed, and ate another bite of the food, his eyes on her and he smiled. The silence was becoming heavy, and he had to explain things to her. He just wished he could change who he was, all of him.
"I am sorry for my shouting, I know it caused you anxiety. I try to remain calm because if it, and I don't like you being distressed." He said, and she smiled. She lay her spoon down, and reached across the table to take his hand.
"It's okay. I was more worried that your Mom wouldn't like me, and I understand why you are mad. It... it makes me angry too. I don't like feeling like everything that I have in me now is a punishment for you, I hate it really. I mostly hate it, because it is something that was a mass I've part if you." She said, and his thumb rubbed the back of her hand. He smiled at her, his heart beating a rhythm in his chest he never thought it would. He was usually more confident, and he swallowed before he could choke on his words.
"I am not mad at you, nor could I ever be." He said, and held her fingers. "I don't even think I could hold a grudge against you, believe me when I say that. You have a kind heart Sara, and I find it amazing it did not harden into stone after all the abuse you endured." Her eyes fixed on him, and he squeezed her fingers gently. "I never knew how wonderful it could feel to be lived before, and now... now I know. And I want to give it back to you."
"Loki..." She said, and he feared she would push him away. She held his hand tighter then, his fingers weaving between hers. "I feel the same way too, and you do not have a stone heart yourself."
She took her hand back, slowly picking up her fork again and they both ate together. His thoughts rolled around, all of them viking for attention, but the ones pertaining to what she had just said were at the front of his mind. She cared for him as her cared for her, and he knew he would do anything he could to protect her
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Sara shivered under the extra quilts on her bed, and curled into a smaller ball. She hated winter for the cold, and she could almost feel her teeth chattering as the fire died down in her room. Groaning, she got up and pulled a sweater over her head and started to build the fire back up. She didn't have any kindling, so she would have to go down the stairs and out to the porch. She knew the house well enough to navigate it in the dark, and she put her slippers on and began descending the stairs.
The cold pressed around her, and she padded to the door to go onto the wraparound porch, and get some wood for the fireplace. She filled the brass bucket, selecting logs when a hand landed on her shoulder and she bit back a scream as she turned, her eyes wide. She was holding the log like a weapon, and she saw Loki holding a lantern for light.
"You just scared my soul out of my body!" She shouted, and he laughed as he picked up the bin. She tossed the log into it, and he helped her fill it while she held the lantern.
"I thought you were sleepwalking again, you could have asked me to fetch this. Cold does not affect me, the way it does you." He said, something about his words carrying a bit of regret in his voice and she held her robe shut at her throat as she looked out at the yard. The snow was at least three feet deep, and it was still coming down. She was glad that she left all the sinks on to dribble, otherwise the pipes would freeze and leave them with a bigger problem when things warmed up.
"I'm glad you checked, it is freezing in my room." She said, and her teeth began to knock together as she shivered. "Why doesn't cold bother you?"
"I am half Frost Giant." He said, and picked the full bin up, his eyes on her for her reaction. He carried it for her, holding the door and locking it behind them before going up the stairs. He lifted her blankets, watching her remove the extra layers and she snuggled under the quilts. She kept her eyes on him as he built her a fire, the paper sparking and lighting the kindling that caught. He gave it some time, and then he added a log.
"You say that you are half Frost Giant like it is a bad thing, I think that in this cold it would be handy. It also explains why you are so tall." She replied, and watched him work. A golden light filled the room from the fire, and he closed the bedroom door as he stripped his shirt off and got into her bed. She panicked a moment, thinking he was going to push her for sex, and tried to get away, but he pulled her back. "No, no, no! This is not happening! I may be freezing, but I am not ready for sex yet!"
"You are freezing, I am using my body to warm you back up." He said, and she shivered against him. "You could go into shock if I don't get you warmed. Tomorrow, I will boil some water in a pot, and use it to draw you a bath."
"You are smooth, nice story, but I have survived worse winters in my basement bunk. I will be fine, really." She shot back, and he stiffened at what she said. He let her go, and she scooted away from him, and he looked sad and rejected as he lay on the bed next to her. His eyes on her as she lay on her side, feeling like a total bitch for what she said.
"I saw that room, it spoke volumes of how you suffered, but you can accept help sometimes Sara. You don't have to just rely on yourself, let others in, and maybe you will not be so afraid to ask for someone to help you in the future." He said, and she shivered as she lay on the bed. She knew there was warmth coming off of him, so she relented, and she scooted her body closer to his. He turned her onto her other side, putting his arms around her, and tucked the blanket up to her chin.
"This is better, warmer at least." She said, and she sighed. "You were right. And it is nice to be the little spoon."
"I usually am, little spoon." He laughed, and she curled her hands close to her chest. She remembered long nights under the house, crying because of how cold she was and the only bulb hanging outside her only light. She looked at him, his green eyes on her, and she touched his chest softly.
"Can we talk about our relationship a bit? like what do you expect of it, and all?" She asked him, mentally cursing herself, and he gave her a nod.
"Sara, I don't want to hurt you. Years ago, I would have been more than happy to entertain my own needs, but now I fear that you may not like what I am behind this face." He said, and she swallowed hard. She wanted so badly to just dive in, and she wanted to be with him as he healed himself.
"Because of the whole Frost Giant thing? You are tall, so what?" She said, and he looked at her, his smile laced with sadness. "Let me in, I trusted you with my flaws, my fears, just take a chance and trust me. Please."
"I am also able to turn blue, and cold." He said, and she nodded at his words as he spoke. She rolled onto her back, looking at him and she held his cheek. Pain filled his eyes, and he sucked in a shaky breath. She tried to picture it, and he took her hand, tracing it in patterns over his face and down his neck. "I have tribal markings, designating my parentage, and my eyes turn red as blood. If you were to get with child... it would be a monster, like me."
"You are not a monster." She said, and he held her hand in the center of his chest as she spoke. "A monster would have killed me in the first night, or worse. You... you have good in you, you are just hurt, and you bury it with rage. You are like me, scared that other people will hurt you, so you have a hard time with trust. But I now trust you. And when you say, that you want to help me, or keep me safe, I believe you."
He kissed her then, and his tounge delved past her lips. She internally panicked, her eyes going wide as he lay her back against the pillows amd held her. He had never been this forward, their kisses usually more chaste, but this... it felt so right. She held him by his shoulders, and pulled him on top of her to be as close to him as possible. His body warm and hard, hers so small and soft. He wrapped his arms around her, his hand cradling her cheek as the snow whispered over the panes of glass. He pressed his knee between her legs, and he held her as he looked down into her eyes. Her breath caught in her throat, and her chest rose gently as she lay and looked up at him.
"I truly don't want you to be afraid when I take you the first time, may I show you something?" He asked her, and she nodded. He slipped under the blankets, and she felt his hands tug the waistband of her pajamas, and panties down her legs. She panicked, realizing that he may not like what he saw, and then gasping and gripping the sheets as he spread her thighs and used his mouth to kiss her virgin sex.
"No hair, quite exotic." He said, and she bit back a giggle as his hand ghosted over her mound, making her gasp as she lifted the blankets and he looked back at her. "Keep the cold out." He said, his hand caressing her folds as he looked up at her. He pulled the blankets back down, and she felt him kiss her mound, her sex clenching as his breath trailed over the skin.
"What... What are you doing?" She asked, and she giggled when the lump under her blankets spoke next.
"Giving you am orgasam, and teaching you that intimacy does not hurt at all." He said, and she felt a finger part her folds. She bit her lip, trying not to freeze up, but her whimpers still came up her throat and caught in it. She gasped then, feeling a finger breach her entrance, and it began rubbing her tender walls. It found a place inside her that made her toes curl, and she moaned a bit at how good it felt. She slapped a hand over her mouth, and tried not to make any more noise as he laughed between her legs. "You are not going to bother the ghosts in the house, sing for me. It tells me that I am giving you pleasure too."
"But..." She started when she felt his mouth dance over her sex, his tounge lapping between her folds and finding that nub that made her see stars. His hands snaked up under her shirt, his fingers caressing the bare flesh of her breasts and she whimpered as she curled her toes into the mattress. He body warmed, and she let out a cry of pure pleasure as her belly began to flutter under what he was doing.
Everything felt tense in her belly, then it felt as if something snapped. Her body trembling as that place between her legs pulsed, and it felt so much better than when she did it. She let out a long moan that had her gasping at the end as her body shook again, and went limp against the bed. He kissed her mound again, and she blushed as she wondered if he was going to do it again.
He pulled her bottoms and underwear back up, and got out of the bed to clean his hands and face. She heard him in the bathroom, and she could hear the water running in the dim bathroom. He washed his hands, and he looked out at her before coming back and kissing her lips as she lay on the pillows.
"Are you able to speak?" He asked her, giving her a cup of water and having her drink it. She sat up, her body warm and flushed. He held her as she drained the glass, caressing her back softly. He could have set off a bomb in the room, and she probably would not have noticed.
"That was amazing!" She gasped, and he took the glass and returned it to the bathroom. He lay back next to her, and kissed her softly on the lips as she lay back on the bed.
"I know you had fears, and now that you have experienced a facet of it, do you feel better?" He asked her and she nodded her head, remembering how Darla would scream at her about how she was never to let a man do anything to her. That she would be garbage and a whore if she ever had sex. She warned her that it would hurt, but Loki was right, it did not. It was beautiful, and she lay her trust in his hands, and he did not abuse it.
"I am embarrassed by that, I would get yelled at, or beat with a belt if I even thought of getting myself off." She admitted, and he frowned at the idea of anyone hurting her. He kissed her again, and she returned it, and she blushed as he moved to the side and caressed her cheek some more. "I... I see what I was missing now, but can we wait a little longer for real sex?"
"We can. I would wait five hundred lifetimes if that is what you want. You look tired now, are you warm enough?" He asked her and she nodded as she gently curled her onto her side and tucked her into his chest. "Rest now, you can explore more later, and we will go only as far as you want to. You are special to me Sara, never forget that."
"Does this make you my Lover now?" She asked him, and she felt a bit giddy at the image of them both holding eachother on this bed, their bodies entwined as they worshiped eachother like in her Romance Novels and she smiled at him. He kissed her, on her neck, and just beneath her ear in response.
"Get some sleep, and I promise that will pledge myself to you. You need rest now Sara, I plan on starting you on learning to control your gifts soon." He whispered, his voice surrounding her as she lay in his arms. She stared at her mural in the firelight, and sighed as her eyes closed.
(Rantha is an active cult in Yelm, Washington, that has been around since the 80's. Their base is between Roy and McKenna, and is basically a compound with more Security than a Mafia Don's house. We have a joke here: "If you make the trip through Yelm, without selling your soul to Rantha, you can make it anywhere.)