Chapter 3
Lara's hands worked their way into Loki's hair, and he groaned at the sensation. He knew he should stop this thing they were doing before it spiraled out of control, but he just didn't seem to have the willpower. Her kiss was magical, and the way she melted into his body was so delicious he didn't want it to end. It was as if they were long lost lovers who'd just been reunited after centuries of being apart. Loki wondered if that was even possible. Could Lara be his soulmate?
"Lara-- tell me about the dreams..." Loki muttered, breathlessly.
He wanted her so badly he could barely breathe, but he'd just met her. He had to pull himself together.
She lowered her head, and he could see by the slightly darkened tips of her ears that she was blushing deep crimson.
"They're nothing... just dreams."
Loki tipped her head up toward him with his thumb and brushed his lips against hers.
"Maybe not. Lara...I feel as if I've known you forever, and that's not possible. The man in your dreams... did he look like me?"
She nodded. "Exactly like you. I mean, that's why I attacked you at the door. I-- I thought I was having another one of those dreams. He... you... would come to my door, and we would-- "
She stopped, and Loki wanted to groan in frustration.
"Yes?"
"We would make love... for hours."
Her head dropped to his chest, and he felt all of the air leave his lungs. Just the thought of making love with her was almost too much for him.
"Your heart is pounding," she whispered.
He couldn't deny it.
"Yes."
It wasn't long before they were tangled together, completely naked beneath her blankets. Loki's hair was falling around her face as he kissed her and teased her breasts. Lara's panting moans were the loveliest sound he'd ever heard as he rubbed himself against her entrance. His hands gripped her hips when he finally pushed into her, and she called out his name with a low cry.
"Oh Loki... you feel so good inside me..."
Her body pressed against his; the way her breath caught in her throat; the way her skin smelled... it was such an intoxicating combination, Loki couldn't get enough of her. She reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair.
"Pull it..."
Lara tugged his locks gently, and Loki gasped with pleasure. His thrusts grew harder and faster, and Lara began to call out with every push of his hips. He felt her body begin to quiver and clench around him, and he held himself back as long as he could.
"Lara..."
Suddenly, she raked her fingers down his back, sinking them into his shoulders and gasped as her orgasm overtook her. Loki followed her right over the edge with a loud groan, filling her up and collapsing beside her.
"I never ever just... have sex with someone I've just met," Lara confessed as they lay there catching their breath.
Loki chuckled. "Darling, I don't think we just met. I think we've known each other before. You feel too good to be a stranger," he whispered reverently.
Loki was excited when Lara had asked him to stay with her, but he hadn't realized how lonely he would be when she had to go to work the next day. She'd left everything he could possibly need and told him how to contact her, but he missed her. So when she called him from her workplace, he was thrilled.
"LOKI! HOW ARE YOU?" She was yelling over the sounds of children playing in the background, and Loki couldn't help but laugh.
"Sweetheart, I'm so glad--"
"NO... JASON, DON'T TAKE THE--"
"HELLO? WHO IS THIS? I'M JASON."
"Well, hello there! I'm Loki. How are you today?"
"ARE YOU LARA'S BOYFRIEND?"
"OH... JASON, PLEASE... GIVE ME THE PHONE... I HAVE YOUR LUNCH READY. HERE YOU GO. I LOVE YOUR PAINTING."
"LOKI? ARE YOU STILL THERE?"
"Yes, darling. I'm here. Was that one of the children?"
Lara sighed. "Yes, and they have finally moved into the kitchen to eat. We've been painting all afternoon. I'm covered in blue, red, purple, yellow..."
Loki tried not to imagine her body covered in paint, but he failed miserably, and he was suddenly extremely aroused. All he could think of was helping her wash all of that paint off only to get her all dirty again. He smirked.
"That sounds like a lot of fun, love."
Lara smiled and blushed. He was calling her love and darling.
"Would you like to...help me wash it off later?" She whispered the last part so the children couldn't hear.
Loki almost gasped. "Yes."
"You were so sweet and tender with those children today," Loki whispered as he gently washed Lara's hair.
They had been soaking in her giant bathtub for almost an hour after Loki had thoroughly ravished her- paint and all. He'd spent all afternoon thinking about how sexy she must look covered in paint, not to mention how attractive he found her after hearing her mothering those children.
"I've been looking after them for years."
"You would make an excellent mother, darling..." Loki muttered, allowing the comment to hang in the air and hoping it didn't make her uncomfortable.
She sighed. "Do you think so? I never really considered it."
Disappointment hit his chest like a brick, but he tried not to let it show. Perhaps she was just too young to think of motherhood? He couldn't help thinking of her nicely rounded with his child, though. It made him grow hard just picturing her carrying his baby. He closed his eyes against the flood of images- her gorgeously naked body, slightly less agile, but even more beautiful...
That night as they fell asleep together, he still couldn't wipe the thoughts out of his mind, and her comment continued to haunt him. Why had she never considered it?
Lara had to leave him for work the next day, so Loki planned a special dinner for the two of them. It was Friday, and she'd promised they would have all weekend to spend with each other. Since Lara had cooked pizza for him the first night, Loki decided to search through the kitchen for ingredients to make Fettuccine Alfredo. It was one of his specialties, along with cookies, of course.
When Lara came home, he met her at the door looking a bit sheepish. He hoped she liked his surprise.
Lara handed him a sheet of paper with a drawing on it. "Jason did this for you. He told me I had better deliver it, or else," she laughed.
Loki was shocked, but beyond excited to receive such a gift from a child. He adored children, but he was always afraid they would be frightened of him.
"He likes you. He said he'd like to meet you," she commented.
"He does? I-- I'd love to meet him!"
Once again, Loki thought of Lara's comment the night before, and he couldn't shake the feeling that she was hiding something.
She looked around the kitchen and let out a little squeal. Loki had set the table with a vase of flowers, and dinner was already prepared.
"Loki, what have you been up to? I've missed you today. Something smells delicious!"
Loki smiled and pulled her closer, giving her a chaste kiss on the lips.
"You made Alfredo? How did you know? I love Alfredo!"
"It's...one of my favorite things to cook, love," he replied. Then he wondered how he ever learned to make such a dish. After all, it wasn't exactly famous on Asgard.
"I didn't even know you could..."
Loki blushed. "I just really like cooking for people I lo-- like. I don't do it all the time."
Lara's eyes widened as Loki looked at his feet. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks and the nervous twitch in his gut. He'd slipped, and she had caught it. The thing was, he did love her, but he didn't want to scare her away. They'd only just met each other. At least, they'd only just met again.
"What were you going to say, Loki?"
His mouth opened, but he couldn't speak. It was as if all of the words were floating around the room, but he couldn't pick any that sounded good together.
"I-- Lara-- " he shook his head, looked into her eyes, and just said it.
"I love you. I know it's soon for you, but it's really not... not for me. I've never met anyone like you. I never want to leave. And if you want me to get out right now, I will. But I'll never get over you. I think you're my soulmate. How else could I have possibly known that you loved Alfredo? How else could you have seen my face before? How--"
"Loki-- Loki!" She interrupted, grabbing his face in her hands. "I love you too."
"Wait. You do?"
His expression was one of happiness and complete shock, and all Lara could do was kiss him.
"And I lied to you, Loki," she dropped her head. "I have thought about it...about having children. The thing is, I've never met anyone that I wanted for the father of my babies... I've never met anyone who wanted to have children with me. And to be honest, I've given up."
Loki took her in his arms, holding her tightly. "Darling, please don't give up. When I heard you over the phone with those children, I think that was the moment I knew. I could see you with our children... I could see you, round with my child. I-- I'm sorry if that's strange. I just... I've always wanted children of my own."
"Do you think it's possible for us?" Lara asked quietly.
Loki looked down at her and smirked. "All we can do is try..."