"I don't give a shit if you were 'just watching over me' or not I didn't ask for you to get your little bootlicker to keep guard over my house. And I definitely didn't ask you to get him to fall in love with me." I snapped harshly into the phone as I sat against the pillows in bed watching each second climb closer to one AM.

There was an exhausted sigh on the phone that dripped with irritation on Fury's end, but I truly couldn't find it in me to care as I awaited his reply.

"I'm pretty sure you did that one all on your own." He muttered wearily, his tone laced with a quiet agitation.

"Well that's fucking dumb I was a complete dick to him."

"Wilson you're a complete dick to everyone."

....

"I-.... that's not true."

He sighed again and I could practically see him rubbing his forehead in irritation as he tried to find the patience to deal with me. I kept waiting for him to ask me why I was currently housing the criminal who'd fucked everything up two years ago, but it never came so I assumed Sebastian had kept his lips sealed.

"I can't promise that I won't watch over you agent, but I can assure you, you'll never have to physically encounter any of my other agents while I am doing so. Okay?" He bargained coolly and I rolled my eyes, resisting the urge to tell him I was planning to move to Iceland, away from SHIELD's prying eyes. That was, if it happened there weren't any SHIELD agents in Iceland, but I couldn't be completely sure.

"Sure, fine, whatever. But stop calling me agent. You and I both know that's not applicable anymore."

"Force of habit. My apologies."

"Bye, Fury."

I hung up and flopped on my bed feeling less than satisfied as per usual. It was a swelteringly hot night once again and so I had little option on what to do other than lie splayed out across the sheets feeling sorry for myself until the sun came up again. I knew for a fact that I wasn't about to tackle the very prominent issue, that had displayed itself to me, yet as I barely had the brain capacity to carry on functioning normally.

That being said, given that this issue was now a largely eminent feature of my life now , I'd have to eventually figure it out.
...
What to do about Loki

I'd been tossing and turning for what seemed like hours, finding myself more and more uncomfortable every time I moved. I nearly screamed in fury when I finally looked back at the clock to see that seemingly only thirty minutes had passed on the space of a what felt like a day within my chaotic, hyperactive mind.

Sleep was as distant as ever. It cackled at me from the shadows as it tended to those who truly deserved its loving caress, and I was left burning in my own sin as the tormenting silence raised a cacophonous chorus of shrill thoughts around me that wouldn't die down.

Fuck this

I sat bolt upright, folding out the irritated creases that had lined my brow as I yawned and relaxed my tensed face. It seemed the infamous alcohol cupboard was a safe bet for getting through my insomnia tonight. I just hoped I hadn't completely finished my stock of vodka yet.

I padded out of my room, being careful to skip over the floorboards that I knew would alert the whole damn country of my presence and cringing when the feeling of deja vu kicked in from my childhood memories. I pushed the sudden anxious nausea down within me and ignored the immediate feeling that apprised me to be silent, light footed and sly so as not to get caught. I had to remind myself that I wasn't a child anymore. That my parents wouldn't catch me this time and that I was most definitely an adult, with intense defensive training.

I crossed the square of moonlight that spilled from the window and felt a momentary calm flood over me like I'd been cleansed of my nagging anxieties and sin by the silky bath of cool light. I revelled in its forgiving light for a while before carrying on down the long, stone slat staircase, my socks sliding a little precariously on each step.

Once I'd reached the bottom I came across a wary revelation. That the moonlight that had recently coated a portion of the stairs was now more easily replaced by a flickering light from the hall that seemed more...artificial. I glanced towards the source of the light and found the doorway to the living room was leaking flashes of white, blue and yellow by the bucket full, washing it's staining luminescence over the cool wooden floor.

Of course me being me, my first thought happened to be of the paranormal, and I found myself gaining a slight excitement at the fact that my house could be haunted. That was of course until I reminded myself I was currently residing with both Loki and Charlie and so either of those could've caused this... disappointingly.

I pulled at the hem of my satin night shirt and slowly ventured closer to the room, gaining more intrigue as I neared it. There was a low hum of incoherent chatter that grew more audible with each step I took and I halted a little as a peaceful nervousness grasped hold of me, tearing its cool claws through my muscles in a light agony.

I finally rounded the entryway with a sickening anticipation, and my stomach jolted comfortably as I set my eyes on the room.

The TV was indeed glaring at me from its locked position at the wall, displaying colourful scenes of violent combat from a film I couldn't exactly recognise. The room was empty aside from the sofa directly opposite which accompanied someone I immediately recognised from their dark long hair that was slicked back, curling softly around the back of the head and the nape. I swallowed the bubbling sourness that had stained my tongue and took an unsteady breath.

I should've turned away, should've left him to it, grabbed my bottle and left. I should have payed no heed to the thoughts that egged me on like the devil sat on my shoulder. That is if someone so evil and twisted is capable of persuasion from the devil, them being so close to one themselves. I should've left, I should have. There were lots of things I should've done in the end...
Hindsight is a wonderful thing.

I stepped forth with a deafening submission, my silent footsteps carrying me leisurely over to the ring of one sofa and two armchairs as I focused on trying to bring my heart rate to a fairly normal speed. He knew I was there. I'd reached the other end of the back of the sofa by now and I could hear his breathing lower, each inhale husky and rumbling slightly in the back of his throat as he kept his eyes fixed on the TV.

As I trailed my hand over the ridges of the top of the sofa and turned away from him to circle the chair I could finally feel his glowing eyes burning through me. The sensation rocked through me with an electrifying jolt and I was almost rendered paralysed under the scalding intensity of his gaze, but I carried on, walking around the sofa until I was in front of it.

I quietly bounced up onto the sofa as far away from him as I could be whilst still being on the chair, and I folded my legs underneath me, my hands resting at my lap as I fiddled with my scar. I could no longer feel his eyes burning into me but I figured it was just as well. I was barely holding myself together as it was sat here on this damn sofa, breathing in his intoxicating aroma. So I'd be absolutely screwed if I found myself lost in his emerald desires once again.

But of course that just made me want to do it more.

I breathed in an impulsive breath that I seemed to have forgotten to take in the past thirty seconds, the action of inhaling becoming more forceful than it should've been as the air around me practically solidified with the pressure of the tension that had once again become almost tangible with unspoken need.

Not a word passed between us, both of us staring blankly at the screen as if I could actually be watching the show, when in reality, the blurred images just flurried by my eyes in a whirlpool of light that only kindled the growing fire in the pit of my stomach as much as his dominating presence did. I mean I vaguely understood what was happening on screen with the woman fighting the guy with the gun, but my mind was alive with a rush of thoughts that kept me buzzing in heated anticipation.

I could feel my skin heat up with a flurry of goosebumps over my bare thighs as I felt his stare on them, roaming over my exposed flesh with a razor sharp intensity that knocked all the air from my lungs. It was a hypnotic feeling that I was thoroughly addicted to by now as much as I resented the fact. It was almost magnetic, the pull from his deepened black gaze, and I guessed that was the reason why I couldn't stop myself as I turned my head to meet his stare.

As soon as my eyes found his, a flash of something dark, intense and corrupt splayed over his glassy green iris and I could have sworn I felt it within my own gaze. His stare drilled through me with a passionate thoroughness and I returned the favour as I roamed his body, delivering just as much perfervid venom in my bittersweet, hazel hues.

A weakened huff of air spilt from his lips into the thick silence of the air, drawing my scrutiny back up to his eyes as I watched a feral lust grip the very contours of his face and the grace of a tight lipped smirk. His stare was untamed and barely controlled as his eyes narrowed slightly. No demand had to cross his lips. I read the look in his eyes as clear as day as he demanded me to come to him...

I let out a stuttering exhale and unfurled myself from the seat, silently drawing myself up on my feet as I started towards Loki, my eyes never leaving his. The black embers that poisoned his gaze seemed to glow vividly with a black fire that only grew with each step I took.

Just one look from him had crumbled my every resolve and torn through my stubborn demand with a worrying swiftness. How he did it, I had no idea.

I stood still once I'd reached the spot directly in front of him, my knees just grazing his as I was only just above eye level with him when he was sat down. He continued to sear me with the heat of his vicious eye contact perhaps even more intently now as we stayed, less than a foot away from each other yet torturously not close enough to sufficiently satisfy the rising desire that poisoned every coherent thought in my mind.

He took a gentle hold of my wrists, pulling them up and placing my hands over his shoulders. Once I'd gripped the muscle on either side for balance, his hands grazed over the backs of my thighs and in one single, swift moment, he pulled my legs up towards him so I was lifted off my feet and landed on his lap, my knees either side of his hips.

I bit my lip to suppress a gasp at the sheer coolness of his firm flesh against my heated skin, and looked down into his eyes as he searched my gaze intently, looking for some semblance of reason as to why we both felt what we felt. I had no answer for him and he had none for me so we were stuck, basking in our unanswered desire and need.

He took my hand from his shoulder and brought it down between our laps, tracing his thrumming fingertips over the patterned scar in my flesh with a powerful buzz of energy between our skin. Just as he did every other time, his fingertips ghosted around the circle before dancing over my wrist as his scar brushed over mine. The familiar jolt of energy struck my whole body this time and I felt myself losing everything I stood for in that moment, crushing all of my morals and practices as I built new, imperfectly evil ones around him and the both of us.

I forcibly swallowed as he let out a rumbling exhale and he followed my movements, his stare roaming over my throat as his lips parted slightly with the flex of my neck. His breathing was low and husky and the more he traced my body with his gaze, the more his eyes darkened with lust until they seemed naught but deep emerald glass submerged in the blackest obsidian lakes that whirled behind his stare.

One of his hands trailed up the top of my thigh, ascending up to grip my waist, his smooth, chilled skin leaving a marred trail of goose flesh in his wake. I released a withheld breath that closely resembled a gasp and his burning eyes found mine once again, dripping with lust as they burned through me.

As if in perfect synchronisation, Something was suddenly set alight between us and he clutched at my jaw, bringing my face down to him as my lips parted. He kissed me softly, his lips hesitantly moving against mine.. testing...

It was euphoric... after all this time, but it was not enough. I needed more of him as much as I needed the oxygen freely flooding my lungs.

When I pushed back against his mouth with a needy pressure he immediately lost all regard for tenderness as he slammed his lips against mine, moving against me like he was afraid he'd never indulge himself in my taste again. His teeth nipped forcefully against my lower lip and I gasped wantonly, allowing his tongue to slide into my open mouth as his hands found my hips.

Unable to help myself, I slowly rocked my hips against him, breathing a hum into his mouth as a growl rolled up from his throat and he dug his fingertips into my exposed flesh with a painful need that sent my lust higher than I believed it had ever been in the course of my lifetime. My heart rate had gone through the roof and I was now devouring his cool mouth with a retained vigour as our tongues danced around each other in a poisoned battle for the dominance I knew he had anyway.

He broke away for a moment, his eyes never leaving my face as he tugged my night gown over my head, exposing my now searing flesh to the brisk air of the room and the radiating chill from his body as I sat flush against him. I rocked against him again, this time feeling the firm outline of his desire as it pressed against my centre. He groaned huskily, the low tone rumbling over his lips as my forehead pressed to his and he cupped my breasts, his cold skin electrifying every inch of my flesh as the arousal burned through me with an invulnerable flame and I bit my lip, determined to keep the moan that begged for its release, poised on the tip of my tongue.

His dark gaze fixed me with a distinct, dangerous challenge as he caught onto my forced silence and his eyebrow twitched in amusement, his smirk gracing the corners of his mouth as his eyes glimmered with provocation. He lowered his head to below my jaw, latching his lips onto my neck in a tantalising torment that drew a muffled hum of pleasure from within me as I closed my eyes in satisfaction, rolling my head to the side to offer him more of the flesh he could harrow me with, with his chilled lips and teeth that lightly tugged my skin in the most pleasant way.

In one single movement I found myself lay face up across the sofa, his body held above me as I squirmed with the feeling of the cool leather at my heated skin and the feral look in his intent stare. He gazed, just gazed for a moment, into my eyes, over my face and chest and deep within me as an unnatural emotion shadowed his face and I narrowed my eyes lightly, trying to figure it out.

I wasn't given much time to as he lowered his face and kissed me again, starting out with a light pressure before it inevitably grew urgent and needy as I felt his hand graze a path down my stomach, never stopping until he reached the throbbing heat between my legs. All logic was failing fast and I was thoroughly sure I'd already been pushed over the edge with simply the darkness in his stare and the feeling of his skin pressed against mine. No more than a second later I was proved horrifically wrong as the predatory growl that shot from his mouth once his fingers had found my dampness crackled through me in a such a paralysing grip that I nearly moaned, and I was unable to keep in the breathy gasp that poured from my lips as he rubbed his hand against me with a tormenting pressure.

He raised his head leisurely from the crook of my neck as he slowly rubbed against my heat, holding a vicious eye contact with my begging gaze in a deadly challenge that dared me to keep up the forced silence I was attempting to withhold. His stare burned deep into mine, darkening fatally as I felt my panties being moved aside and one of his long fingers sliding into me with a torturous slowness.

I let out a shaky gasp that sounded more like a whimper and nearly tumbled over the edge with just the blackened intensity of his glare and the slow rythym he was gaining to manoeuvre his fingers in and out of me. I couldn't have missed the dominating smirk that bound his features as he watched my mouth open wordlessly, trying not to moan when his thumb began expertly working my clit, circling it in pace with his pumping hand.

"This silence won't last, Ora." He muttered darkly, his tone rumbling and fatal as I gasped with the insertion of another of his digits within me.

"I will make you scream my name." He promised venemously, his silky voice strumming the highest strung nerves inside my body with a sharp, electric jolt of pleasure. I clenched my jaw together forcibly as his pace increased and I struggled blindly to keep the noises that begged to be let out, deep within me. A slight glazed smirk wound its way up my face as I bit my lip, deciding to take the route of insubordination and stubbornness, simply to reap the benefits of my consequence.

"I'm not sure I quite remember it." I breathed out huskily, my voice laced thick with an unforgiving desire that only demonstrated a fraction of the needy fire that blazed powerfully deep inside me, growing stronger with each pulse of his fingers. He slowed his pace as the words tumbled from my mouth, his fingers curling up inside me as he teetered me on the edge of orgasm with a sadistic smirk against his face, enjoying the torture he delivered to me as I fought for breath, rocking my hips to ride his fingers myself.

A forceful hand on my hip halted my movements as he stared deep into my eyes, the beginning playfulness in his gaze all but gone as he rendered me immobile with the lust filled glare he devoured me with.

"You will remember it, I assure you." He spoke lowly as I curled my hand into his locks, tugging them like it was the only thing I had an ounce of control over. And it was.

"Or I'll fuck you so hard that it becomes the only word you know."

I bit back a moan at his growled proclamation and threw my head back in pleasure when his pace started up again, his rigorous pumping slowly but surely pushing me closer to the promised release that had been held inside me, keeping itself thrumming at my core with the intense passion behind his fatal declaration. I was already close, feeling the beginnings of the sweeping heat crawl up around my stomach, when his unforgiving mouth found my neck again and I was helpless to the breathy, brazen moan that tumbled from my mouth.

At its emission I felt him smirk victoriously against my skin but I couldn't find it in me to care as I was so unbearably close, my walls clenching in scalding anticipation for my release that only he could grant. He quickly sensed it and slowly, and torturously stilled his movements, drawing his fingers out of me with an agonising dissatisfaction. I let out a whimper of indignation as he drew back and fixed me with an obsidian playfulness in his stare and a corrupt smirk staining his lips.

It had been too long. Two damn years too long, Just for me to be left panting in unsatisfying displeasure, feeling the broken promises of a throbbing orgasm draining out of me as he just watched blazingly at the breathless mess he'd reduced me to.

I opened my mouth to growl a string of vulgar insults at him when I was distracted with the feeling of my panties being torn free from their place around my hips. I widened my eyes in anticipation and placed my hand against his chest tugging the material of his shirt up until he easily lifted it off his head and dropped it to the ground next to him.

I trailed my fingers leisurely over the ridged muscle of his chest, my eyes following a second path over his marble skin as I felt his heavy stare drill into me. My hand drifted lower still until it ran over the thick leather waistband of his pants and I swallowed a breathy inhale as I grazed my hand lower, finding him impossibly hard beneath the cool material.

His breath hitched violently as I rubbed my hand over his erection, outlining the stiffened form with my cupped hand as he hissed into the crook of my neck. I lowered my head to kiss his jaw, manoeuvring my mouth lower until I felt the pulse in his neck thrumming against my tender lips. He breathed heavily, his husky groans sparking evil pleasures deep within me as I sucked at his neck, working to free him from his leather restraints.

I nipped at his skin and he growled, sending a flurry of shivers over me and a gasp tumbling over my lips as I was suddenly thrown back against the sofa, my hands being snatched away from his pants as he brought them above my head with a dominant force. I could vaguely see him wave a hand over the rest of his clothes, dissipating them into thin air as he grabbed a painful hold of my thighs and ripped them apart.

His fingers were buried deep inside me again as I all but cried out in pleasure. The breathy groans that rumbled from his mouth at my moaning audibility only increased the scalding feeling and I dared to look into his eyes, seeing his black gaze swimming with dark desire, but also a flashing hint of something else as he clenched his jaw together.

"Did he touch you like this." He hissed vehemently, skilfully moving his dexterous fingers to work me into a blissful frenzy. The husky corruption that tore through his words sent a radiating wave of shock through me as my eyes widened with increased arousal and genuine surprise.

"Did he mark your body in such ways as I did?" He growled possessively, an unguarded emotion gliding over his proprietorial glare as he continued his heavenly movements, challenging my reply with a fatal warning that bound me in tight restraints. I struggled to speak back to him, my panting moan becoming stuttered and disjointed as he pushed me further toward the blissful edge with a scalding promise.

"Did he force such sweet sounds out of your delicate mouth..."

I couldn't help but moan freely now as he pressed himself closer and deeper, never once taking his searching gaze off my face as I felt the slowly stirring heat of pleasure begin to lick its way up from deep within my stomach. It rose slowly at first but with every click of pure jolting euphoria that he worked inside me, the wave of bliss grew uncontrollable inside me and I squeezed my eyes shut, letting it drown my whole body in blind, scalding thrill.

"Oh my god..fuck!" I cried out as my vision clouded and my back arched reflexively, feeling nothing but the waves of my pleasure as they rocked through me. The breathy gasps that panted from my lips slowly quietened as the tide began to retreat and my vision began to fizzle back in.

I barely had enough time to register what had happened when I felt Loki slowly push himself into my throbbing sex, drawing a breathy pant from deep within me as my eyes found his once more. I watched the tormented chaos in his hypnotic eyes slowly calm to a strong desire and relief as he thrust his hips to meet mine and I moaned a little under the intensity of his possessive fire that glittered in the stare he locked onto me with.

My legs rose up around him of their own accord as he buried himself deeper and I lifted my head to graze his mouth with my lips, feeling an ecstatic thrill pulse through me in shockwaves when I heard the breathless groan that poured from his mouth into mine. A brazen moan fell from my parted lips as he withdrew and pushed back again, his agonising slowness aiding my slight discomfort as I stretched to his size but doing nothing to satiate the greedy desire that plowed through every rational thought in my mind with a relentless vigour.

When his eyes flitted to mine again I was struck defenceless with the raging emotion that waged war within the kaleidoscope iris. A lingering flash of unguarded affection blemished his gaze as it scanned over my flushed cheeks and intense stare. But as I swallowed a distasteful notion, the emotion vanished and the heated corruption returned.

Not a second after the change in his demeanour, he thrust hard into me, sparking nerves I never knew existed and eliciting a powerful groan from my throat as he picked up the pace dramatically, his eyes dark and expression shadowed with wild abandon. I hummed an uncontrollable stutter as he rocked his hips into me, pushing deeper with every force and hitting blind spots of pure bliss that had only just become known to me in my 27 years of living.

"Did he fuck you like this?" He spat out venemously, his stare brimming with cruel poison as I began to fall apart under his sensual, chilled flesh. I tunnelled my hands into his raven locks, tugging so tightly his head jerked back a little and he growled deeply in the back of his throat. I loosened one of my hands to clutch at his back as he sped up, finding the spot buried deep within me that conjured stars to litter my vision, and pounding into it every time.

I raked my nails over the cool flesh of his back and he moaned deeply, his hand moving from my chest to encircle my throat with a passionate grip that forced every breath I'd ever taken out of my tight lungs and out into the tense air that ran thick with our passion.

"Tell me now, Ora." He demanded in a feral growl that clutched another jolt in my gut as I fought for words.

"No...hedidn't...fuck!" I cried out blazingly.

"That's right.. because you belong to me." He growled deeply, his voice impossibly dark as I fought to give an indignant cry but I found myself drowning in the evil desire that spiked through me at his admission. That I belonged to him.

"Scream my name." He ordered huskily, his voice echoing off every enraptured nerve that thrummed inside me as I huskily panted through the forcible grip of his hand at my throat. I could feel the searing pressure of another orgasm slowly building its way up within me and as my walls clenched around him I knew I was close to completely falling apart.

"Jesus, Loki." I moaned loudly as his breath huffed against my ear delightfully, littering my nape with fresh goosebumps. He growled again and thrust impossibly deeper, pushing the powerful energy swirling around my core.

"Louder.." he demanded silkily, but dominantly, his other hand slamming into the armrest above my head as he plowed into me with an untameable force that he seemed helpless to hold back as his eyes burned obsidian with deep pleasure and glowing lust.

"Fuck...Loki!" I cried out again, hearing it bounce off the walls and feeling the crashing pressure of the wave that knotted within me, growing wild and thrashing with my every sparked nerve. He sensed just how unbearably close I was and sped up, bringing his lips to my ear again with a sharpened deadliness.

"Scream it." He ordered harshly, and as the corrupt words found a previously unbroken inhibition in my collapsing sense, I felt the tide of intense pleasure crash over my very core and rock through my tautly strung body with a thrill that painted my vision with white glowing spots.

"Loki!"I screamed wildly, abandoning all hope for my attempted quiet as I sparked alight with the orgasm that had clutched me in an unforgiving grasp of true euphoria. He pumped into me a couple more times growling lowly until my walls closed around his final thrust and he came inside me, moaning a low cry that could've almost challenged mine as it rang out around the room.

The deep black wave crested and fell with a crashing submission as I ever so slowly shrank back down from my high, my heart pounding and my breath shaking as much as my legs it seemed. I panted and rolled my head back, trying to regain a steady heartbeat as he buried his head into the crook of my neck.

He withdrew from me with a weak groan and lowered his body until I felt the cool skin of his chest pressed firmly against mine. I was on cloud fucking nine as the waves of pleasure echoed through me, slowly decreasing in size until I'd caught my breath back and the room came back into focus.

The first thing I noticed was the multiple pieces of furniture in the room that'd been pushed outwards to the walls away from where we lay with some unnaturally strong burst of force. I swallowed again and glanced at my hands, seeing a dull white glow slowly receding from across my skin back into my body. Loki's head rose up from my shoulder slowly as he glanced around the room to where my eyes were glued and a low chuckle rolled out from his lips when he spied the misplaced furniture.

My gaze found his and I was struck powerfully with the strange glow of affection that flashed in his eyes as the animalistic lust slowly drained from them. His hand rose up and gently cupped my jaw, forcing me to keep my stare focused on him, and him alone.

"Did I really force you to lose control that badly?" He uttered darkly, his silky words ringing with a gentle teasing tone as I breathed out, trying to alleviate the uncontrollable quivering in my limbs.

"Two years is a long time." I muttered and the smirk on his lips grew wider.

"too damn long." His voice rumbled as he leant down to kiss my neck again.

I squirmed a little, levering myself out from underneath him and moving to slide off the sofa, wanting to clean myself up in the bathroom. I let out a gasp as an arm hooked round my waist and I was swiftly pulled back into his clutches, laying on my back against his chest, his hands encircling my waist from behind.

"You're gonna have to let me go at some point." I huffed indignantly, making an effort not to be affected, by the feel of his breath at my ear and the small hypnotic circles he was drawing on my abdomen with one of his fingers, and failing miserably. My breath caught in my throat as a harsh pain struck me between my ribs and I briefly wondered whether he'd actually killed me with that mind blowing performance

"Perhaps. But I don't plan on that being in the next couple of hours." He uttered smoothly, his rumbling voice doing wonders to my mind as it fluttered into my ears.

"And I highly doubt you're in any condition to walk back anyway." He spoke lowly, his voice ringing with a melodic amusement as he lowered his head over my shoulder to glance at my legs that were still trembling uncontrollably. I sucked in an indignant breath and rolled my eyes, willing my body to just recover already before he could tease me anymore for the quivering mess he'd reduced me to.

"Here..." He uttered and slowly turned my body to lie on top of him, facing him. My hands found a steady hold on his shoulders as I propped myself up over him, reeling from the sweeping scrutiny of his eyes as he scanned over the marks he'd imprinted on my body. A low fire blazed in his eyes and I sighed a little, moving his hesitant fingers from the bruises that bloomed over my neck, hips and thighs in the shape of his fingertips.

"Don't take them away." I pleaded softly, my stare hardening as he looked back into my eyes with a softening, anxious affection that glittered beautifully in his glassy jadeite hues. He swallowed visibly and his eyes hardened again as he waved his hand, conjuring what looked like a white cloth towel that he began cleaning me up with.

Realising that this was something he had to do if he couldn't properly heal the marks left from our passion, I allowed him to continue his movements, clenching my jaw and trying not to let the gentle fragility of his soft caress affect me as much as it begged to. It tightened the space between my chest with a crushing submission and I looked blankly ahead of me, fixing an impassive mask over my face as if I could efficiently fool myself into thinking I didn't care.

Once he'd finished I felt a material being pulled over my head and I instinctively, pulled my arms through, allowing his large green undershirt to easily fall in place around my body with the help of his steady hands. Another flash of green light and his pants appeared over his legs once again. I looked up at the wall ahead of me as I sat astride his waist, accepting the glazed apathy that crossed my eyes and refusing to look into his for fear of seeing what I dreaded seeing and finding that it resided in my own scrutiny.

"I should get back to bed." I muttered, hearing him sigh wearily beneath me and grip my waist in a forceful hold that was still gentle enough to supply the throb in my lungs that begged to suffocate me.

"Lie with me." He spoke softly, but the warning undertone in his words made it sound like a gentle command as his fingers closed around my jaw, tilting my head until I had my face to him and I'd locked onto his torturous gaze.

"You're exhausted, Aurora." He muttered coolly and I held back an indignant frown, instead focusing on trying to control my heavy, trembling eyelids that made to demonstrate the sheer fatigue that threatened to pull me under and the weariness in my limbs he'd provoked. I glared at him with a weak fire that spat a feeble conviction at his tender gaze.

"You should get as much sleep as you can, little hex. Try and regain your energy, as I thoroughly plan on making up for lost time....two years of it." He muttered huskily, his gaze roaming my body again as a flash of playful desire stained his eyes and I felt a powerful jolt spark somewhere inside me. One that seemed to never be fully satisfied.

I rolled my eyes again and allowed myself to be pulled against his chest, my head resting into the crook of his neck in an impossibly perfect fit. One of his arms circled my lower back and the other rose to my head, slowly trailing his fingers through my loose curls in a continuous motion that rippled my nape with goosebumps. My hand curled at his chest, the skin of my fingertips buzzing with energy at its contact with his skin as I felt the trembling in my limbs softly dissipate.

I tried to fight the grasp of sleep, that had clearly forgiven my evil over the past hour and now took me into its forgiving grasp with a renewed affection, but I was helpless to its demanding embrace as I slowly fell hard into a deep blissful slumber.

As everything faded out, my last coherent notion was simply the feel of him pressed against me, and the possessive grasp he clutched me with that I hadn't deserved to feel in so long and still didn't. But I was selfish enough to find calm, allowing the pleasure of his caress to send me into a restful sleep.

Calm was all I knew, and all I would know until the unforgiving wrath of the morning sun seized our broken souls once more and we became slaves to the day for our corrupt crimes of the night.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

ThAt wUz aLot

I wuz gonna put a warning... but I didn't. so I'm sorry if u got slapped in the face with all that R rated shiz, I hope y'all freaky ppl enjoyed it anyhow.

This chapter is so long holy schmitt
CEO of writing way too much
And making an entire chapter smut

Okay but fr what are your thoughts on the chapter? Did you like it? Was it the "happy ever after" you love to see? Is your soul now as worthless as mine? and are you descending to hell with me? 🙌😈

It's fun down here

A n y w a y s

Thanks so much for reading 🙏🏻 you guys mean the world
Xxx