“Fair fights just indicate poor planning.” He smirks, tangling fingers in her hair to tug just past gently. “I merely play to win, doll.” Golden shards of lightning play in his irises, but he tames them, straddling the line between human and divine with false ease. Sighing, he licks the hollow of her jawline before moving lower to bite and suck at that lovely place where collarbone meets neck.
“I’m not,” she started, broke off, dragged in a sharp breath. She tried again. “‘m not sure what you’re winning here?” She arched her neck, leaning back on the car. Another faint shiver racked her body.
“Your lips, I think.” He pulls back with a grin, his eyes sparkling with a happiness that hasn’t been there in ages. “So, what’d I miss?”
It takes her a moment to parse his question coherently. “Not very much? Just the usual sort of thing, nothing that sticks out in my mind … Thanos kidnaped me, there’s been natural disasters to help at … ” She shrugs, dismissively. “Nothing we can’t handle.”
One hand catches at the neck of his shirt, pulling him a little closer. “What about you?” she murmurs. “Where’ve you been?”