Sigyn made a soft mewling noise when Loki pulled her close, though it was drowned out by his own moan. She loved that sound. She loved that she made him make that sound. She loved the way he pulled her to him, and encouraged it by leaning further into his embrace. By the time he lifted his mouth from hers, she was a bit breathless and mildly dizzy. There was something ridiculously intoxicating about kissing Loki.
He was still holding her, and that was fantastic. This was exactly where she was meant to be: in his arms. And she knew, it was only a matter of time before things… progressed. And she did want that, wanted to be with him, but Sigyn could admit that she was rather nervous about it as well. She’d never been with a man before, and she didn’t want to disappoint Loki. So while she’d like to continue what they’d been doing, she was alright with taking a moment or two to catch her breath before they got down to… it.
Her fingers loosened in his hair to drift down to settle on his shoulders, where she could toy with the curling ends near the nape of his neck. “You know how it is,” she teased. “A girl can only sit there waiting naked in a bed for so long before she gets bored and has to do something to entertain herself.”
One hand left his shoulder to slide down his chest. Sigyn just couldn’t help herself. Now that she was allowed to give in to her urges, she had to touch him. While her fingers were busy, her eyes kept darting back to his mouth, wondering if he’d kiss her again, or if she should kiss him. Should she kiss him? Was that forward? She’d done it that once, in the hall at the feast, but she didn’t know how acceptable that was to do, how often, if it would be pushy. So she tried to keep her mind on conversation until he was willing to do it again.
“I hope you don’t mind. About the cleaning,” Sigyn explained. “ I just thought it might be nice to come home to fresh sheets. I couldn’t figure out where you store your bowls though, so I had to leave them on that corner shelf once I’d washed them. Was that alright?”
Maybe if she couldn’t actually kiss his mouth, she could still kiss him? Was that a compromise? He’d kissed her shoulder, and she’d really liked that. Maybe if she kissed him somewhere other than his mouth, he’d do the same back again? After a moment of hesitation, she leaned forward to press a kiss against his throat, then laid her head on his shoulder unable to meet his eyes after being so bold, her cheeks flushed. But she didn’t regret it. And when she got her courage back, she was doing it again.