In Equal Measure
After they checked into a hotel overlooking the city with a view of the bay, Sylvie called Natasha to let her know the hotel and room extension. Natasha assured her friend she would talk Matt around and give her a call later about drinks that evening.
In the meantime, Sylvie opted to have a shower and rest before going out again while Loki walked out to the balcony to admire the view. Leaning casually against the railing he watched a ferry in the marina and thought idly of home.
Emerging from the bathroom Sylvie noted a bottle of complimentary champagne sitting on the table, a bow wrapped around it elegantly. Removing the ribbon she set the bottle into the empty ice bucket before joining Loki outside.
“You’ll need to conjure us some ice, I don’t have the patience to go wandering the halls looking for an ice machine,” she said haughtily as she set the bucket down on the little patio table.
Loki smirked, “Nor should you, as you know ice is my specialty.”
With a wave of his hand over the bucket and a flourish it was suddenly filled to the brim with ice and the bottle frosted from cold.
Sylvie smiled softly and rested her hands on his chest as she looked up at him fondly before standing on her tiptoes to kiss him.
“Thank you,” she breathed softly against his lips.
“Mm… my pleasure” he replied dreamily.
“Not just for the ice… For giving me and Natasha some space, you know how I lose my patience sometimes.”
“Mmm, you are entitled my love, I’d gladly take every thorny barb… for the pleasure of moments like these,” he murmured against her cheek and kissed down her jaw.
“You seem to cool even my worst tempers these days…” she sighed and draped her arms over his shoulders, savoring the feeling of his hot breath on her neck.
“Yet your skin could burn, it’s exquisite as it is maddening…” he murmured breathlessly as he inhaled the smell of her skin.
“Ahh, I can’t imagine how anyone could feel as complete as this…” Sylvie mumbled absently.
“Mmmmm,” Loki hummed against her skin and nipped affectionately to hear her gasp, “not everyone can fall in love with their other half…”
Sylvie smirked, “we are lucky that way…”
“And hopefully about to be even luckier… in another way…” he breathed hotly against her ear.
Sylvie brought her arms back to cradle his neck and tilted her head to kiss him deeply.
Their mouths melded against each other slowly as tiny breaths and gasps escaped. It was a surprise every time that the pleasurable sensation somehow only got stronger with time. Like they were learning how to more accurately and intensely share feeling as their bodies grew to know each other so well.
“I’ll never understand how someone who used to be so irritating has turned out to be so addictive…” she murmured hot against his lips making Loki grin.
“Mmm, I’m afraid your appeal was evident from the moment we met… I was perhaps merely too proud to admit it…”
Sylvie breathed a laugh between leisurely kisses, “I never said I didn’t find you attractive when we met… you were just in my way… and you wouldn’t—stop—talking…”
“Now who keeps talking…” he nudged her teasingly with his nose earning a little huff from Sylvie.
“You’ve infected me, Laufeyson, I’m a lost cause,” she murmured.
“Mmmm, happy to have you here, at the bottom of the barrel…” he kissed her with a little more intention, “happy to have you anywhere…” he said breathlessly and lifted her legs around him.
Loki carried Sylvie over to the bed and lowered her as he kneeled on the mattress.
“Mmm my love—when are we—to meet Natasha?” he murmured between kisses.
“This evening—she’ll call…” Sylvie sighed a breathless laugh, “Loki—I just showered—”
“Is that a veiled attempt—to rebuff my attentions?” He hesitated and leaned back to study her face.
Sylvie pouted with a conflicted little huff which Loki found unbearably endearing.
“No—maybe—I don’t want to shower again,” Sylvie grumbled, “but my skin is already burning for you…”
Loki’s brow was drawn with affection and a playful smirk tugged at his lips.
“My dear, you are an ever evolving mystery… alluring and confounding in equal measure.”
Sylvie rolled her eyes but smirked up at Loki, enjoying the sight of him hovering over her with his arms braced on the bed. She ran her hands down his shoulders to his chest, then tugged his dress shirt free to caress up under it and along his sides.
Loki shivered and hummed, “Mmmm, maddening as ever…”
A mischievous glint sparkled in Sylvie’s eyes and she had an idea, “So, tonight, Natasha is hoping to introduce us to her mystery man…”
“Ah, the new beau…” he tried to stay focused while Sylvie’s hands dragged down his skin and traced along his waistband.
“Did she—ah, did she—give any clues as to—who he is?” His cheeks flushed as Sylvie’s hands slid under to caress his backside teasingly.
“Not exactly,” Sylvie said casually, her tone light as a wicked grin played at her lips, “though she mentioned his name is Matt, and he is apparently blind.”
“H-huh,” Loki stammered, hips swaying as he tried to determine what exactly Sylvie’s game was.
While she had initially slowed Loki’s effort to move things in a more amorous direction, her hands were exploring his body in an increasingly provocative way. Sylvie’s unaffected tone was in stark contrast to the devious and playful look of desire in her eyes.
“Yet she claims he can ‘see’ in a different way… not sure exactly how that works, but—”
“Sy-Sylvie, what’re you—”
“Don’t interrupt,” she scolded yet began to undo his trousers, then palmed him as she continued speaking unfazed, “where was I?”
She stilled as she pretended to think and Loki gasped and swallowed thickly, “‘Not sure—how that works’—you said.”
“Yes, thank you,” she continued and Loki panted above her, “so I guess we’ll find out tonight—Natasha even went so far as to suggest his way with words rivals your own.”
“Preposterous,” Loki heaved labored breaths and attempted to laugh at the idea.
Sylvie hummed, “I thought so too, though—”
Suddenly the phone rang and Loki groaned with frustration as she removed her hand and rolled him off of her. She took a steadying breath and picked up the phone, hoping she didn’t sound as lustful as she felt.
“Tasha?”
Loki lay flat on his back on the bed panting as Sylvie exchanged words with her friend. His mind felt foggy and the half of the conversation he could hear provided little information.
“Okay, oh no bother—” Sylvie scrawled something down on the little pad of paper by the phone, “see you then.”
Loki whined as Sylvie hung up the phone with a sigh. She glanced over and chuckled at his desperate state of affairs.
“You really are a ridiculous man, you know that?”
“God,” Loki corrected with an indignant huff.
Sylvie sighed with affection and shook her head softly, “Yes, yes, alright. You’ve suffered long enough,” then climbed back up onto the bed beside him to give him the relief he so desperately craved.