Shower
Waking up the next morning, the sun shining brightly through your sheer curtains, warming your face as you open your eyes, you stretch and roll around as you bring your feet to hang off of the side of the bed, a light smile crossing your lips as you gaze upon the note on your bedside chair.
I hear you have lunch plans with Sif. Enjoy your morning, and I will see you at 5 sharp for dinner.
Sighing a gigantic sigh of relief, you trot into the bathroom, humming a tune from last night as you turn the crystal clear water on in the shower. Casting your nightgown off to the side as you step in to the warm relaxing water, a scent of lavender fills the air as you close your eyes, feeling the warmth of the water barrel over your Y/C/S skin as you dip your head under the faucet.
And as the door to your bathroom creaks open, you stop in your tracks, your eyes shooting open whilst your hair becomes drenched.
“It is only me,” Loki says, hearing his clothes drop to the floor as your hands begin to shake.
Watching as the shower door slowly opens toward, you close your eyes and take a deep breath, a weakness plodding in to your bones as you murmur lightly under your breath, feeling a casted facade slowly draping over your body.
“Hello,” he says lowly in to your ear, feeling his fingertips graze your back lightly, his voice sighing from the relief it gives him to touch your bare skin.
“You are so soft,” he mumbles, placing a light kiss on the side of your neck.
You feel your core begin to pulsate as his touch roams your naked torso.
Defector number three.
“Good morning, My Prince,” you say, a light smile playing on your lips for his enjoyment as you open your eyes, catching a glance at your reflection in the mirror, sighing in relief as you realize it had worked.
Your spell, while draining you physically, worked despite the shackle around your neck.
You had found that Loki’s shackle blocked most, if not all, of the magic you were able to produce, and while he did not know that you were not human, he also did not know that, if enough caloric energy was expended, you could get around it.
For a time.
You just prayed that he didn’t sense it.
“It’s nice for you to enjoy my touch, for once,” he says, smiling lightly as he dips down, his head resting in the crook of your neck as he pushes his naked chest flush against your back.
You felt his muscles rippling against you, shocking even your inner-most self when you found your body heating up more with every move he made against you.
“Ahhh,” he says, realization finally wafting over his body.
“Romance,” he mumbles in to your ear.
Finding yourself swallowing audibly, he chuckles deviously into your ear, kissing it ever so lightly before turning you around.
Standing back, your naked form vulnerable to his eyes, a smile plays upon his cheeks as you eyes gaze upon his muscular form, your eyes slowly traveling over every line and vein protruding from his body.
“You are just as breath-taking as I had dreamt you might be,” he breathes, catching your gaze stopping at his genitals.
As he smirks, you clear your throat and cast your gaze back down to your feet, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks as the water continues to flow over your shoulders, trickling down your breasts and falling off of your nipples, erect and sensitive.
“It is nice to know that the sentiment is reciprocated,” he muses, smiling devilishly as he eyes you carefully.
“I am glad you find me beautiful, My Prince,” you say.
“Do you find yourself beautiful, Miss Y/N?” he asks, taking a step forward and, once again, lifting your gaze.
“We really need to break you of that habit,” he says, chuckling lightly.
It’s hard to break a habit that was beaten in to you so desperately.
“It is not enough that you find me beautiful?” you ask, your eyes throwing themselves up to him, challenging him for the first time since you arrived.
Taking a minute to quell his surprise, his eyes glitter with excitement as he says, “No, it is not.”
Looking back and forth from his eyes to his lips, you find his gaze again as you become yet bolder in your statements.
“Then I guess that’s something you’ll need to change,” you say, once again leaving off “My Prince,” searching his eyes for a reaction.
And a reaction you got.
Feeling his hands on your hips, he rams you into the condensated bathroom wall, sliding you up as he takes your legs and wraps them around your waist, pressing his rock-hard length against your entrance.
“Beauty isn’t just a feeling,” he says, low and barely above a whisper, as his hands running across your breasts, squeezing them lightly.
“Nor is it something I can...thrust upon you,” he says as he bucks his hips, teasing you with his erection.
“Beauty is not the byproduct of an action, or even a verb to put action to something so...uniquely bestowed upon someone.”
Feeling his fingers come up to your chin, he takes his thumb and slowly runs it up and down your cheek, his face getting ever so closer to yours.
“Beauty is something that is found when a respect for yourself is realized. It is a direct response to a trust that is formed between your body and your soul...a trust that dictates a set of rules for which your life abides. A set of rules governing the good and respectable treatment for yourself, as well as what you allow the people around you to do and say in regards to yourself. True beauty...coveted beauty...is found not within the bedroom...or within the arms of another...but within the mirror, when you can look at yourself and smile, not because you are secure in who you are, but because you trust your ability to be kind to yourself.”
Yet again speechless in his presence as his lips lightly linger over yours, fluttering with every spoken word, Loki slowly sets your feet on to the ground, his lips grazing your cheek before he moves to plant a kiss on your forehead, helping you to steady your legs underneath your quivering body.
“I can only help with the outward feeling of beauty,” he whispers, his hands slowly drifting to your lower back, cupping your ass as he groans lowly to himself.
“Only you can find your true state of beauty.”
And with that, you heard the shower door open, watching him as he stepped out, grabbing a towel along with his clothes and closing the bathroom door behind him.
Panting, your breath coming in short spurts, you feel a wetness gathering between your legs, his kisses lingering on your body as you slowly step back under the warm stream of water, steaming the room as you stand there, naked and alone, within the confines of those four now-lonely walls.
Defector number four.