“You like a challenge?” she murmured, ducking her head into the curve of the shoulder, hands greeting every inch they had missed. Challenge was good. Challenge could be provided. Summer admitting to missing his tender sentiment would have been more problematic. He flickered back to true form, suddenly distracted.
A grin spread over his face; a plan was forming.
“Mmhm, which is why — can you just … ” The sentence ended on a moan, instead of the question Summer meant to ask. The wash of magic against her skin, and the change in the hands on her body, brought her to open her eyes again. A slight frown creased her forehead.
“Loki, that smile coupled with the endearments you’ve been using … what are you plotting?”