Loki cocks an eyebrow.
“Sorry.” you sit down and cradle the toe you had just bashed against the way-to-fancy table. “Just… Owwww. Fuck me.”
Loki lets out a chuckle and takes a seat next to you. He’s amused, his eyes glinting, and you give him a playful swat to the head. Loki grabs your wrist and brings your hand down. He kisses the inside of your palm, then the ring on your finger.
“It’s a tempting offer, really.” Loki says. He leans in, and if all your blood wasn’t gathering around your throbbing toe, it would have run cold. “But darling, you really don’t have to ask anymore. Is that not the point of a honeymoon?”
You bite your lip, wrapping your hand around Loki’s tie. He smirks.
“I’m quite preoccupied at the moment.” you tease him. Loki begins sucking on your neck, and you let out a moan. He smiles against your skin. “The pain… It’s just to much.”
Loki pulls back and smiles as he lays you down. He crawls on top of you, knees over your waist and hands splayed over your ribs.
“Well,” he begins nipping at the skin exposed from your shirt falling open. “It sounds like you need a distraction. And luckily, you’ve already given me an idea as to what it should be…”
163.) “Fuck me”
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