She picked her glass back up, toying with it, running a finger around the rim. The smile returned, crinkling around her eyes, and deliberately she licked her lips. “And how would you like to be distracted, darlin’? I am absolutely at your service.” She leaned forward, tucking her hair behind one ear. “Show me some mischief, luv.”
“I believe that wine may be getting to you,” he murmured, running slender fingers through her hair, making it fall over her face again. ”It almost seems as if you desire me.” He spoke into the side of her neck as he laid a feather-light kiss against her skin.
“Only almost?” she murmured, tipping her head to the side. “I must be doin’ it wrong, then. Tsk-tsk, all out of practise.” One hand came up to cup the back of his head, slipping her own fingers into his hair. A little shiver ran down her spine.
He leaned into the touch, as much as he tried to hide it. The wine swirled and clouded his balance. It had been so long…
Loki struggled vaguely to regain his composure, his dominance. He tilted his chin up, looked down at her through lustful eyes and lightly pressed his fingers around her waist. ”You…who know my secrets. You who feel the very destruction of my soul…what could you possibly want with a man like me?” he whispered.
“Such a shadow must be thrown by a powerful light,” she responded. Her fingers curled into his scalp. “Let’s go find it, shall we?” Stretching up on her tiptoes, reaching with her whole body up the height difference, she pulled his head down and brushed her lips over his. “Forget destruction,” she whispered into his mouth. “Try creation.”