“If there is more underneath, I am sure you will find it,” he murmured, smile fading, meeting her eyes. He let her remove the coat, and it fell to the floor in a heap. ”Show me that skillful determination I have grown so fond of.” He was rather enjoying this game…
Nimble fingers bent to the task of unbuckling the sash clasping one shoulderpiece on, before she pulled it off, too, and dropped it to one side. “Oh, it’s my stubborn side you like then. Lucky I like puzzles.” Swift as an arrow, she snagged one of his hands, pressing kisses to each fingertip.
With his free hand, he dug his fingers into the small of her back, pulling her flush against him. There was something so satisfying about the clatter of the armour falling to the stone floor. Like it was the most pleasing sound he’d ever heard.
“And what of yours shall I remove?” he asked, low.
“Oh, anything you like,” Summer said, looking up with a laugh. “There’s so little, in comparison to you … this may take me hours.” Without even looking, she pried at his bracer, running her fingers down the leather underneath.
“I am a patient man,” he replied, but shook off the other bracer, smiling as it crashed to the floor. He brought the hand back up and slid the shoulder off her shirt, tracing the angles with his fingers. Just then, the light filtered through the window and lit up her face, and Loki swore that she glowed. He leaned in and kissed her gently, unable to stop himself from the act.
“Tell me what you desire, and I will serve you.”
Just a day ago, Summer would have been prepared to swear there was nothing gentle about Loki of Asgard. The softness of his kiss curled her toes, and she couldn’t help closing her eyes, the better to taste him. Her hands went to his chest again, pressing against the leather and metal as though she could simply will it away. It took a little time for her to find the words to answer him with.
“Don’t make me search for you under all this. I just want you, in any way you’ll have me.”