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It felt like she should be reeling with exhaustion, Summer thought, reaching to knock on Loki’s door. She just needed to escape, not think about Gabriel’s absence or Tony’s sickness or how to make nice with the Loki in the Tower, or how she wasn’t enough of a hero. Too many emotions, not enough of them hers.
She raked her fingers back through her hair, hugging her trenchcoat closer around her body, and waited.
Loki is reading in his private study when he hears the knock at his door. The god replaces the book and magically seals the room once more before answering.
“Summer! It’s been a long time! I almost thought you forgot about me.” He winks jokingly, though he had inadvertently touched on a sore spot of his. “What brings you out this way?”
“I missed you.” Her smile was a little lopsided, looking up at him. “I came over here hoping maybe I could ask you to listen to me.”
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It felt like she should be reeling with exhaustion, Summer thought, reaching to knock on Loki’s door. She just needed to escape, not think about Gabriel’s absence or Tony’s sickness or how to make nice with the Loki in the Tower, or how she wasn’t enough of a hero. Too many emotions, not enough of them hers.
She raked her fingers back through her hair, hugging her trenchcoat closer around her body, and waited.
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Loki,
We should do this more often. I was called in; sorry I couldn’t be there to wake up with you. The key to the cuffs is under the pillow.
Xoxoxo
Summer
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Do you want to play, Loki?
Kitty, kitty
Her chuckle rivals his for seductive darkness, and she mouths slowly down along his collarbone, nibbling, licking, kissing, leaving little marks on his porcelain-pale skin. Continuing downward, she rubs her nose in the fine hairs along his sternum, giggling a little, and follows the treasure trail. She hesitates a moment before taking his head in her mouth, fingers delicately tracing the veins along his length. Swirling her tongue around, testing carefully, she sucked slightly, eyes flicking up to check Loki’s reaction.
still have three drafts left to work on
waiting for some replies that may never come
crashing now
writer-brain
I hate having those nights where I’m all set to write … and nobody else is. Pleh. So I’m just sitting here fiddling with other things and hitting refresh every couple minutes, throwing out asks that get ignored.
Kitty, kitty
Loki’s moan makes her smile into the kiss before she deepens it. Their tongues dance and play, and she breaks away very slowly, eyelashes fluttering up to meet his green eyes with her own. Her voice is a moan when she speaks, breathlessly. “Gods, Loki … ” Summer can’t resist fisting her hand in his hair, its darkness a sharp contrast to her own olive skin. “You are so … “
She obviously can’t find the word, and substitutes more kisses all along one cheekbone until she finds an earlobe to bite.
Kitty, kitty
It’s a bit odd that Loki isn’t sweaty-sticky like she expects, but it’s not worth mulling over. Hearing his voice rumble through his chest, though, gives her shivers, involuntarily grinding her pelvis against his hipbone. “I want to find the shape of you with my hands,” she whispers, and does so, starting at his face. Light touches trail over his eyebrows, across his cheekbones, and then she’s cupping his face and kissing him like she’s drowning and he’s air.