“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.”
He smiled, crooked, bathed in desire. ”As you wish,” he whispered, and the armour disappeared, leaving only his tunic and pants. ”And I will have you.” He kissed her hard, pulling back towards his bed.
The little part of Summer that wasn’t caught up in the spine-tinglingness of that kiss was busy damning her lack of height. It only took one stumble before she gave up trying to keep her lips locked with the tall god’s and just concentrated on the feel of his hands on her and the sharp sweet taste of his desire in her mind. “Oh yes … “
He stumbled to sit on the edge of the bed, all semblance of grace momentarily lost. As Summer climbed onto his lap, he smiled into their kiss. ”Can you feel how I want you?” he murmured. ”Since first we met…do you feel it?” He knew she could. He felt a tangible connection between them, glowing like an ember. His hands slipped up her thighs and pulled her tighter against him.
She didn’t bother to answer; they both knew the truth. It would drive them like tides, swept apart and together and apart again, but for now it was together. Instead she cupped his face in both hands and bent to the task of silencing that silver tongue, for now, pressing her lips to his and parting them with her tongue.
Astride his lap, they were of a height, and she took advantage of that too, slipping fingers from his face into his hair, glorying in the heavy cascade of it.