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indirectly) wrote2013-04-26 11:19 pm
indirectly) wrote2013-04-26 11:19 pm
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[ROLEPLAY] A Minute of Your Time
Title: A Minute of Your Time
What: Amelia has just one favor to ask Loki before he leaves.
Notes: I lost my shame long ago so whatever. So only real warning here is the ship levels is so high it's not sailing in the ocean anymore, it's in space sailing past the TARDIS.
"Loki?"
The moon was full and its soft glow filtered through the branches and leaves that left scattered silver patterns over the bed. Amelia was awake and tracing the moonlit patterns with one finger. That finger traveled over the surface of her pillow, past layers of sheets, back and forth as if she wanted those tracings to remain in her mind. Then she reached down placing her palm over the hand that was draped languidly over her exposed hip. Loki Laufeyson felt her hand over his and he had heard the questioning voice. He responded by pulling her more closely so that their bodies pressed against each other, skin against skin, a very real reassurance of each others existence as they both laid on their sides with Amelia's back faced towards him.
Loki feigned slumber, however, when Amelia turned to face him after she said his name. When her hand had traveled up to his face and he was all too aware of her touch and her sweet scent. If he opened his eyes to look into hers he was sure he would be undone by that gaze and try to take her again. It didn't mean he wasn't listening to her, though.
So he waited.
▼▼▼
A month or two had passed since they both confessed. Or rather they were able to admit there was something that made them gravitate towards each other despite their own damaging flaws. Outwardly, anyone would say they were now a "couple," but the word was too conventional.
Neither Amelia or Loki had said it. They couldn't say it. "I love you," felt too pure for either of them and if they had made such a declaration (many fools did) it would seem as if they were going to taint something they did not know how to describe with words. And at least on Amelia's part it was something she did not feel she had yet to deserve. Reservations aside, they had achieved some sort of understanding; she was his and he was willing to give a part of himself to her. He continued to visit her although he did not intrude upon her time as much as he used to. Her smiles that used to be so rare were now regularly for him because he was there for her, but she retained the same sharpness that endeared him to her in the first place.
They couldn't say those three words. But one evening, Loki was surprised when Amelia suddenly took a hold of his hand as he turned to leave and then he stood very still as her arms wrapped around him from behind. She felt very small, but very real and very warm at that moment.
She asked him to stay.
▲▲▲
"Loki."
A beat. He felt Amelia shift her position ever so slightly.
"I know you're going to leave at least when the day breaks."
She leaned her forehead against his chest and the trickster could feel strands of her hair brush against it and her hand still cupping his cheek. There was a slight tremble in her voice.
"Before you do go, may I ask you for one more favor?"
▼▼▼
Their eyes never broke each others gaze as he moved so that she would lay beneath him. Amelia looked up at Loki, her body shivering with anticipation and her green eyes burned with an intensity he had only been able to glimpse at before. Now he smirked when he found how he was able to tease the intensity out of her. He grew smugger still when he made her body react just the way he wanted, taking his time to explore all the places that would make her voice cry out for him. Carnal instinct made him determined to undo her completely, making her say words she would never give to him freely otherwise.
They exchanged real words of course. Why wouldn't they now that they were showing sides of themselves no one else would ever see? He laughed and teased, she was indignant, but it made her bolder and more heated; as the night wore on it was made only clearer that she truly was a witch full of surprises.
He held onto her fiercely and she to him with equal fierceness. Throughout the whole night anxieties and insecurities melted away with every touch and every heated breath. They had been trying to stay afloat for so long and now they were drowning in overwhelming feelings and sensations they could not put into words. But within each other they had found a desire to live again and again if only for that moment.
▲▲▲
"I just wanted to ask that when I wake up... Don't disappear."
Amelia shifted slightly and she continued sounding shaky as if she was trying to contain the pleading that crept into her voice.
"Just... I mean, don't leave so quickly. If possible, I wish you could just stay, but I don't expect you to. You don't have to. I won't make you."
There was another pause and then she continued.
"When I wake up could you be in my sight? For just a moment?"
She left it at that as sleepiness and exhaustion overtook her. Amelia wasn't certain if her words fell upon deaf ears, but she shouldn't have worried. The first thing she felt in the morning was the warmth of sunlight and when she felt the brief, but soft press of Loki's lips against hers, she knew he had heard.
What: Amelia has just one favor to ask Loki before he leaves.
Notes: I lost my shame long ago so whatever. So only real warning here is the ship levels is so high it's not sailing in the ocean anymore, it's in space sailing past the TARDIS.
"Loki?"
The moon was full and its soft glow filtered through the branches and leaves that left scattered silver patterns over the bed. Amelia was awake and tracing the moonlit patterns with one finger. That finger traveled over the surface of her pillow, past layers of sheets, back and forth as if she wanted those tracings to remain in her mind. Then she reached down placing her palm over the hand that was draped languidly over her exposed hip. Loki Laufeyson felt her hand over his and he had heard the questioning voice. He responded by pulling her more closely so that their bodies pressed against each other, skin against skin, a very real reassurance of each others existence as they both laid on their sides with Amelia's back faced towards him.
Loki feigned slumber, however, when Amelia turned to face him after she said his name. When her hand had traveled up to his face and he was all too aware of her touch and her sweet scent. If he opened his eyes to look into hers he was sure he would be undone by that gaze and try to take her again. It didn't mean he wasn't listening to her, though.
So he waited.
A month or two had passed since they both confessed. Or rather they were able to admit there was something that made them gravitate towards each other despite their own damaging flaws. Outwardly, anyone would say they were now a "couple," but the word was too conventional.
Neither Amelia or Loki had said it. They couldn't say it. "I love you," felt too pure for either of them and if they had made such a declaration (many fools did) it would seem as if they were going to taint something they did not know how to describe with words. And at least on Amelia's part it was something she did not feel she had yet to deserve. Reservations aside, they had achieved some sort of understanding; she was his and he was willing to give a part of himself to her. He continued to visit her although he did not intrude upon her time as much as he used to. Her smiles that used to be so rare were now regularly for him because he was there for her, but she retained the same sharpness that endeared him to her in the first place.
They couldn't say those three words. But one evening, Loki was surprised when Amelia suddenly took a hold of his hand as he turned to leave and then he stood very still as her arms wrapped around him from behind. She felt very small, but very real and very warm at that moment.
She asked him to stay.
"Loki."
A beat. He felt Amelia shift her position ever so slightly.
"I know you're going to leave at least when the day breaks."
She leaned her forehead against his chest and the trickster could feel strands of her hair brush against it and her hand still cupping his cheek. There was a slight tremble in her voice.
"Before you do go, may I ask you for one more favor?"
Their eyes never broke each others gaze as he moved so that she would lay beneath him. Amelia looked up at Loki, her body shivering with anticipation and her green eyes burned with an intensity he had only been able to glimpse at before. Now he smirked when he found how he was able to tease the intensity out of her. He grew smugger still when he made her body react just the way he wanted, taking his time to explore all the places that would make her voice cry out for him. Carnal instinct made him determined to undo her completely, making her say words she would never give to him freely otherwise.
They exchanged real words of course. Why wouldn't they now that they were showing sides of themselves no one else would ever see? He laughed and teased, she was indignant, but it made her bolder and more heated; as the night wore on it was made only clearer that she truly was a witch full of surprises.
He held onto her fiercely and she to him with equal fierceness. Throughout the whole night anxieties and insecurities melted away with every touch and every heated breath. They had been trying to stay afloat for so long and now they were drowning in overwhelming feelings and sensations they could not put into words. But within each other they had found a desire to live again and again if only for that moment.
"I just wanted to ask that when I wake up... Don't disappear."
Amelia shifted slightly and she continued sounding shaky as if she was trying to contain the pleading that crept into her voice.
"Just... I mean, don't leave so quickly. If possible, I wish you could just stay, but I don't expect you to. You don't have to. I won't make you."
There was another pause and then she continued.
"When I wake up could you be in my sight? For just a moment?"
She left it at that as sleepiness and exhaustion overtook her. Amelia wasn't certain if her words fell upon deaf ears, but she shouldn't have worried. The first thing she felt in the morning was the warmth of sunlight and when she felt the brief, but soft press of Loki's lips against hers, she knew he had heard.