#alackofbetterjudgement

[elimymoons]

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[elimymoons]

unf. /eyebrow waggle

If you snuck in my room I would:

[] Go back to sleep

[] Kick you out

[x] Cuddle with you

[] Be like wtf?

[x] Let you sleepover

[x] Beat your ass SEXILY BUT ONLY IF YOU ALLOWED IT

[x] Sexy time ONLY IF YOU WANTED TO?

If you kissed me I would:

[x] Kiss you back

[] Smile & laugh

[x] Be shocked

[] Slap you

You are:

[x] Cute

[x] Adorable

[x] Pretty

[x] Beautiful

[] Okay

[x] Sexy

[x] Hotass Motherfucker

[] Ew

[x] I AM UNSURE OF YOUR PHYSICAL APPEARANCE BUT I AM CERTAIN IT IS LOVELY BECAUSE YOUR PERSONALITY IS LOVELY ERGO SEXAY

I Would:

[] Smash

[] Pass

[x] WHAT DO THESE MEAN?????????

[x] awyeah

[fetus-fun]

boredandunoriginal —> fetus-fun

[ulysaturn]

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Olivia sat on the twin bed covered with rough cotton sheets and a pillow too thin to have the right to be called a pillow, her back slouched. Her deep, brown eyes filled with gloom over her recent decisions, decisions that no doubt brought disappointment to her life-long hero, Steve Rogers; properly known as Captain America. To be honest, she could really use his help right now, talk her out of it, maybe? Or better yet, crash through the walls and carry her to safety. She gave a small sigh and swiped her tear duct with her short middle finger to prevent any kind of characteristic of regret, or actually, anything out of the ordinary.

The god a few feet away from her examined the minimalist--more like slum-- room he had prepared for her in the base: a small bed, a shelf, and a door, 'twas all she honestly needed in this place. He spun on his heels of the leather boots, buckled tightly around his shapely calves, and faced her. "I believe it is safe to say that this room is sufficient to your needs for the time being, correct?" Loki presumed. His big, green eyes flickered in the normal casual amusement they were oh so used to being in. Though, this time, something more appeared in them, some kind of emotion he had never had experience with. While some would falsely interpret it as mere affection for the mortal girl before him, the smart ones would justify it as a fondness a human would carry over a new pet; Olivia was simply the shiny, new goldfish in the prankster's new fish bowl.

Her eyes didn't feel the right to meet his. "Thanks," she said quietly. The smallest of smiles slightly enlarged her chubby, freckled cheeks as she rubbed her foot softly on the dirty tile. She really didn't mind the living space, oh no, she'd lived in worse. Any kind of appreciation was masked by the shadows of shame.

Loki took a step or two closer to her, his legs long enough to make it at least five feet closer. His eyes fixated on her as he falsely resembled sympathy, barely tilting his head to the side. He took a seat next to her on the mattress as it's already thin body sunk almost completely to the stand holding it. "What bothers you, Olivia? Hath becoming allies troubled you?" he asked.

Olivia shook her head with the same small smile, the orange ringlets in her hair bouncing to the movement. "It... it's nothing, really," she lied.

Loki inched closer. "Dear, Olivia. You wouldn't possibly be lying to me, would you?" The mischief in his face only made small appearances, thankfully unnoticeable enough for Olivia not to notice. He narrowed his eyes, cruelty making it's way into his godly manner. Again, thankfully masked by his tendency to hide it so well. He took his long fingers under Olivia's small chin, and brought her face to his, in order to peer into her eyes.

Her face easily heated up like putting aluminum in a microwave from the lack of space between them. Her attempts of calming herself, and her body heat, failed, and it was unfortunately evident. Her eyes glued to his. "No... no, I wouldn't," she confessed.

Loki grinned at the blatant effects he had on the girl. "Excellent. We wouldn't want to have... deceit amongst our numbers, now would we?" Less and less space was between them the more his smooth voice spoke, Olivia's eyes now in his visage.

"Ohgodohgodohgodohgodohgod," would be the only thing to cross Olivia's mind at this moment, and damn, they were racing faster than NASCAR. Her heart was pumping in his rather... intimate presence, to say the least.

His smile became wider at this. "You're nervous," he stated the obvious, getting particularly entertained by the way he could manipulate her. At this point, Olivia would only giggle nervously under her breath. Their noses touched, Loki's light, warmth breath oozing its way down Olivia's small neck. He gazed again into her eyes, their bodies so close together it was almost as if they became one. Closing his luminescent eyes, he pressed on even further, slowly but surely, until the warm, thin lips embraced with the roundness of Olivia's.

Olivia's eyeballs were the size of golf balls at first, until her body and soul came in full contact with the current situation. Her eyes closed, her body calming itself on instinct, as well as her hand moving to press onto the intricate design on Loki's slender, but strong, chest. The serenity of the environment suddenly took over, the out-of-this-word feeling caressing the two into going on further. Their lips moved in perfect harmony, like partners dancing in the ballroom, nothing felt more surreal to her.

Loki brought her small silhouette more into his, to the point where they were in complete contact with one another. The questionable softness of the kiss at first slowly turned into passion, with a bit of lust; Loki's lips pressuring into Olivia's harder, opening them with his own, tongue almost implying an entrance. Olivia obliged to his request with her own tongue muscle. She soon caressed his sharp jaw as he wrapped his hand around her small neck.

The heat of the passion practically overrode Loki's trickster mentality as he angled himself to better access the mortal. He pushed her back onto the bed, his hand cuffing her wrist as Olivia's other hand entangled itself into his shiny black hair. Their mouths were almost feral at this point, his hand making his way up her thin, light blue tank top. He separated his face from hers, hovering over her cautiously, pants making his chest puff in and out.

Olivia panted lightly, looking into the man above her. Full realization of the beauty of his exterior had hit her mind. Sharp cheekbones, a thin, but long nose, his brow naturally tilted upward, bringing forth the nonexistent innocence to his face. That innocence teemed with a smile, seduction and persuasive in nature. "Slumber peacefully, Olivia" he whispered as he peeled his body from hers. He smoothed the leather and other fabrics back to its previously neat state. Once at the doorway, he lingered with his signature victorious smirk. "And... goodnight," he said as he slowly closed the plain gray door.

Olivia lifted herself up with her hands, and leaned against them, with her messier head of hair and her mouth smothered in Loki's saliva. She wiped the moistness from her lips and tousled her hand in her hair. "Damn," she muttered to herself. "I really do need to sleep well tonight."

Loki strode down the hall, slicking his hair back and quickly swiping saliva off of his mouth. He still held the ravenous smile across his face, though interrupted by his deceiving laughter. This was almost too easy.