The little flicker of an almost-smile that lit her new friend’s face made her return one, albeit a smile that was far more overt. For all her inborn grace, Lilitu lacked subtlety. The little motions of Loki’s emotions fascinated her; the clandestine ways his hands and lips and shoulders betrayed emotions like the moon, reflecting the thoughts within his head. For all the obviousness in the world, she’d gladly trade this intriguing and so-slightly mysterious figure.
“Mmmm,” she made a quiet sound, pressing her lips together in thought, checking if there was anything her body needed. It seemed to be pretty well good, other than being a little on the sleep deprived side. “I believe I’m alright, thank you very much, though.”
He nodded firmly in response and downed the rest of his water, sliding the glass along the counter where it conveniently stopped right next to the sink. “If you’re certain,” he murmured, turning to lean against the counter behind him, his arms folded across his chest. His eyes fixed to the wall opposite, staring at it intently as if it held some sort of mysterious answer to a question he had, when in reality it was nothing more than a blank wall and his eyes saw nothing but the images and thoughts his mind created.
Following his eyes as discreetly as she could, Lilitu caught what he was glancing at. The alcohol bottle, again. She dropped her gaze to the floor before he could notice her, noticing. Then for a long moment she froze, uncertain of what to do. A bit of her wanted to vanish it; to remove the temptation. Loki was plainly avoiding drinking, for whatever reason. She could help with that. But that wasn’t what he needed, was it? Not a crutch, or a nanny. He needed friends. Eyes still on the floor she resumed what she’d been doing and put the pan over flame to heat it first.
Glancing around his cupboards she found the appropriate things for pasta, got them heating as well. Waiting was hard, though, and it was so little effort… With a small gesture, she set the water to boiling well before it was ready, then put the meat on the heated pan. The sound it made always made her giggle. Turned back to face Loki, sweeping her hair out of her face and pulling it back as she did.
It was tempting to make him wait about why she’d asked; he was, seemingly by nature, inquisitive. But if he did the same to her it would drive her crazy. For a moment she just stared up at him, a mischievous smile playing over and around her mouth. Finally, she grinned and burst forth with what she was excited about, “Do you know his computer thing, his AI? It’s called JARVIS, it’s really very fancy. I liked it an awful lot, he dreams about it sort of frequently… Anyways, my house out in Norway, it’s really very nice, but it’s so big; I made my own!” She was moving her hands in excited little motions, large eyes bright with feeling. “My own AI, I mean. Sort of. Her name’s Sonja, she’s very nice, she watches the house for me. I think you’ll like her. She’s not made of, um. Binary though. How done do you like your steaks?”
Loki eyed her with an arched brow during the span of time she had fallen silent, staring at him with an oddly mischievous smile on her face. But once she began speaking, he relaxed, resting his chin in his hand as he listened to her. “So you have one of those things that speaks to you from the walls? Does what you tell it to do? Interesting,” he mused, pursing his lips. “Those seem awfully handy. And bloody, please. I like mine with some red still on them.”
He leaned back some, then, to stretch with a heavy sigh, grunting some when he pulled the stiff muscles. “So, how’d you manage to make your own AI?”
//Oh, guess who didn’t get her stitches out yesterday? Me.
They washed off the wound and were looking at it and apparently it’s not healed yet.
So I’m going back in on Tuesday. Hopefully I can get them out, then.
John reached between them, fingers wrapping around his throbbing member and stroking him in time with his thrusts. He couldn’t get enough of the raven haired man. As he nuzzled Loki’s neck, enjoying the warmth, he let out breathy moans of deep, intense pleasure.
Loki’s hips thrusted upwards in time with the strokes, and he bit down on his bottom lip to suppress the moans, turning them into growls of pleasure.
“Haven’t thought that far.” It was clipped by another kiss, drawn out slightly longer than the one before it. “Not that I mind, but you’re very..uh, distracting.”
He grinned brightly at his words, a proud, cocky grin. “I strive to be distracting. Glad to know my skills work.”