(Scarlett)
I awake to an empty bed, Loki’s scent wrapped around me like a blanket. I sigh. Letting my eyes flutter open. A part of me was disappointed to find Loki had left. Last night had been...different. He hadn’t tried to kiss me or touch me. Although I had felt his semi pressed ageist me. He did nothing. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. A part of me had wanted him to touch me, to kiss me, to make me cum. And yet.... at the same time, he had been a gentleman. Something I had never thought Loki was capable of.
As I sat up in Loki’s bed, I spotting a note on the bedside table. I lunged for it like a fucking insane person, grinning from ear to ear. Wrote in a masculine scrawl that could have only been, Loki’s handwriting read;
Baby Girl (Still calling you it, bite me),
Thanks for last night; let’s do it again sometime. But next time, less clothes?
Sorry for leaving, I’ve gone to see Storm, would have woken you, but A) you sleep like the dead and B) you needed it!