So I feel Like doing a little promo, to see if it really helps anyone.
Threads:
Peregrinerocks
timeywimeyten
thepiemakerstouch
keeperofliars
lokilovingraven
Followers
Hardy4hiddles
insanityofdanyi
theclaimingofpandora
mistokitty102
((actually there are 214 of you, but those are the ones off the top of my head who I see a lot. I also don't follow any of these people because of reasons, but they must have good taste if they follow me ;D))
At first Loki did not even want to believe that the blonde haired librarian was actually a god, much less a god of death. She was a slender being, not overly tall, with a fiery attitude and an amazing capability for putting things in their place. She had actually reprimanded him for trying to write on a paper he had resting on a book in his hands. Then again it had appeared that he was writing on the book itself, but as he had assured her, he did not treat books with such disrespect. After the event he had begun seeing her in the library more often; she worked a great deal, and the library of the death god dispatch was a plethora of interesting stories, all the accumulation of a human life. He would catch glimpses of her wandering down the isles as he studied a particular volume, see her precisely scribing late notices at her desk just before check out at night, or pushing the cart of returns passed him as he sat in an over sized chair in the reading section, massaging his temples to relieve the pain that over using ones eyes invoked. Her way of walking caught his attention, the way her hips swayed back and forth as she moved almost as light as air itself. Her laugh was infectious as to say the least, although any moment in its presence was far and few between. She was serious about her work, and intent on keeping things in order. He found himself spending more time at the desk making small talk than in the library, and she didn't seem to mind.
"It is well beyond hours, Mr. Loki." She informed him, and he was curious as to why she bothered wandering away from her post for such things.
"I apologize, Miss Wells, I did not mean to keep you." He said, walking up to her, taking in the way her blouse curved around her body and the straight nature of her skirt. Her skin was a cream white that reflected those unusual green eyes she claimed all of her species had.
"It is no bother at all, I'm glad you are enjoying the library." She said, bowing her head. "However, I was wondering if you could help me with something." She looked away from him suddenly and he peaked a brow in interest.
"Anything at all, my dear. What is it that you require?" She signaled for him to follow her, guiding him along the halls before coming to a small room right off the library floor. It was the repair shop for the worn and overused books, a long table spread across with leather bindings, paper, thread, needles, and glue. She pointed to a chair.
"I could use your help binding a few of these. They will go faster if there are two of us." He nodded, taking a seat and looking to her. She carried with her a collection of papers that was sewn together with a course red thread.
"An unusual color." He noted.
"It fits." She said, taking one of his hands in hers and guiding him as to how to hold the pages for her. He couldn't help how his body seemed to burn as he skin pressed against his, and he rearranged himself to sit a little more comfortably. A smile spread across her face as she took up the leather, beginning to glue the pages before pressing the cover down on it. Her hands traveled down the expanse until they where once again touching his, and his skin became hot. Sh shifted next to him, he hips rolling right outside of his field of vision, as she shifted closer. His eyes stole a look before trying to control himself, feeling a little too excited by this situation. He could feel her gaze travel his body and he shifted again. She chuckled, and he turned to look at her, but she had already relieved him of the book.
"One down." She said, returning to him empty handed.
"And the second?" He questioned, looking into her eyes. she gently came up to him, caressing his cheek with her hand.
"I think we have more pressing matters to attend to. Such as that erection you seem to be sporting, Mr. Loki." Her hand trailed down his chest, stopping just above his belt, barely touching the skin. His breath caught, both by her actions and by the fact that she was in fact correct.
"I-I am sorry, my lady. I don't mean-" She shushed him with a playful smile.
"I would take it as a compliment, my lord. However, I think you cannot leave this library in such a state." her fingers came back to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them at an agonizingly slow pace.
"I beg your pardon-" Loki was cut off once again by her lips pressing against his, gently but with a command that they be noticed. At first he was confused, but soon his body went into override of his mentality, and he began to pull her deeper to him. His hands caught up in her hair, treading through it to undo the bands that held it in place. She had finished with his shirt and begun feeling his chest out, leaning in to kiss him more. With a sudden command to his actions, he pulled her down on top of him, feeling her hips meet his as his erection dragged blood from everywhere else in his body.They continued to kiss, his hands roaming around her neck and shoulders, hers sliding up and down his chest. She was able to lift herself up enough to undo his pants, freeing him from the restricted cloth before grinning against him with her own clothed arousal. Loki let his hands slide to her waist, taking up her skirt until he could feel the intricate lace of her underwear. Being old fashioned it was a more tedious contraption that kept her restrained, and he growled at the clothing as he scratched, trying to free her from it. Cecelia chuckled at his anxiousness, pushing away and standing before discarding the clothing from underneath her skirt.
"Rather impatient, aren't' we my lord?" she teased, before sitting back down on his hips. She began a slow and arousing grind against him, skin against skin as she teased him with something he did not yet have.
"Unbearably so, my dear. It is a curse." He said, undoing the buttons of her collar that kept her neck from sight. He began kissing it gently, listening to her moan about it as he shifted underneath her. His hands went to her waist, and with an easy motion he lifted her up onto him, driving up as she came down on his cock. The sound of her was spectacular, like a veteran in the ring, which did not bother him. They were both much older than they appeared. He was getting close as he began to guide her, letting her ride him as he bit at her neck.
"Loki." She groaned, moving with him, and he smiled.
"Loki." He continued to thrust.
"Loki."
Something hit Loki in the face so hard he fell out of the chair and onto the floor. Correction, he fell out of the bed and onto the floor.
"Dude, I get the whole, nothing better to do with your time thing, but eating my pillows is not an alternative to world domination." Stark ranted, glaring at the pillow that now had a few large rends in it. He then looked down at the god, and stopped in his tracks. Loki looked up at him before looking down at himself and the arousal that was most definitely there.
"Oh, so you're that type, eh?" Stark teased, receiving a glare. "Still, next time don't bite the pillows. I'll listen to you moan any day of the week." A wink from the billionaire before he left the room was just another twist of the knife as Loki was unable to chase after him without dealing with his current problem first.
