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sserpente · 5 years

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A/N: Request from anon. I received this prompt during Christmas season and decided to keep it. I had so much fun writing it, so… enjoy, my lovelies! ;-)

Words: 3406 Warnings: shameless smut

Tony was grumpy, to say the least. It was Valentine’s Day and with his fiancé Pepper Potts miles away on a different continent to do press work for him, there was no one around to spoil with expensive jewellery, thousands of roses and countless boxes of chocolate. And whenever Tony was grumpy, someone else would suffer for it.

Usually, it was his snarky comments that put the rest of the Avengers in a bad mood as well, be it during meetings or shared meals. This time, however, the billionaire was a ticking time bomb. You all knew that staying away from him and letting him noodle around in his lab until he had cooled off again was the best thing to do—provoking him any further never went well.

Unfortunately though, Loki did not know that—or much rather, he did not want to believe it. He was a god, after all. Tony Stark was by no means entitled to intimidate or threaten him with his stupid remarks.

Tony and Natasha were in the vast living area in the Avengers compound, about to pour themselves a drink when Loki entered, seemingly displeased that he would not have the black leather couch to himself to read in peace.

Stark was still cross with him, of course, and Thor was no help. Apart from you, he was about the only one who treated the God of Mischief nicely, more or less.

It was thus no surprise he heard the two of them whispering together when he approached, glaring them both down with slight annoyance. Not soon after, they were joined by Clint and Thor.

“There you are! I was about to drink the whole bottle myself… again.” Tony announced with a shrug.

Loki rolled his eyes. He should have stayed in his bedroom.

“Brother, why don’t you have a drink with us? It’s Valentine’s Day!” Stark flinched when he mentioned the holiday, eyeing something in his hand which Loki could not see from the corner of his eye. The God of Thunder was playing right into Tony’s cards. It was about time somebody pranked Loki in return for all the mischief he had caused around the compound already—besides, he didn’t exactly like the Trickster.

Meanwhile, Loki sighed. Alcohol… well, it did do its job and helped numbing his stupid anxiety for a while. There was no reason to decline. He could always come back for more at night when the others were sleeping.

Quickly, he nodded in approval and watched Tony fill five glasses with his most expensive whiskey and add two ice cubes each. What he did not see, however, was that the last one, however, he spiked with a liquid blue substance. A few drops usually sufficed for a man to get him to perform more reliably, with Loki, however, he wasn’t quite sure. He was a god, after all—not from this world. So, without thinking, he poured the entire contents of the small glass bottle into his drink.

“Bottom’s up, Reindeer Games!” He yelled, fighting back a wicked smirk as he handed out the drinks and made sure that Loki received the one he had spiked with liquid Viagra. Oh, this was going to be so much fun, even if he wouldn’t witness himself the agony Loki would be going through in but a few hours.

He almost choked on his drink when the God of Mischief downed the whiskey in one go without clinking his glass with the others, then rolled his eyes once more and left. He really couldn’t wait to see how groggy, spent and utterly unsatisfied Loki would be tomorrow morning. He should tell FRIDAY to get the cameras ready.

Loki gasped, shifting uncomfortably on his bed. He had been reading the same chapter over and over for the past hour and had still not picked up its content. Something was horribly off. He felt like he was on fire, burning from the inside out and the heat, consuming and demanding, crept right towards his crotch.

His manhood twitched, hungry for attention and satisfaction as he felt himself growing so incredibly hard his loins were aching by the time he stood from the bed, moaning to himself. Granted, it had been a while since he had attended to his sexual needs but why did his Jötun body decide now, for Heaven’s sake, to ask for such carnal relief? Now that there was no royal concubine near that he could lure into his chambers for pleasure?

Gasping once more, he gave his cock a gentle squeeze, learning fairly quickly that whatever he was experiencing was most certainly not a normal erection. Much rather it felt like his arousal had been forced on him, like his own body had turned against him, manipulated by… Stark.

Loki tensed up. He must have put something in his drink. Cursing in Old Norse, he flung his book onto the bed and groaned. He should have known better. His malicious smile had been treacherous and he, for once, had been too naïve to act on it. What harm could an arrogant mortal being do to a god of royal blood, after all? He would have his revenge but for now, in his current state—a large bulge lurking in his leather trousers—there was no way he would let any of the Avengers catch sight of him.

He was unfamiliar with whatever Stark had spiked his drink with, his seidr was therefore rather useless until he could identify what had poisoned his body and whether it was permanent. Something told him, however, that if he simply jerked off and brought himself relief with his hand, his problem would not be solved.

Loki hated to admit it but he needed help—and there was only one person in the compound in line for the task.

You frowned when somebody knocked on your door. If this was Clint or Natasha asking you to get ready for another mission, you would positively throw the lamp on your nightstand at them. It was Valentine’s Day and you had all right to pout in bed, eat popcorn and chocolate and watch cheesy movies all day long.

You certainly didn’t expect Loki of all people to spoil your plans though. You got along fairly well, had shared quite a few late night conversations about life, his past and your future, yet most of the time the God of Mischief behaved rather restrained and never initiated any kind of socialism.

His jaw was working fiercely as he looked down at you with a dark glare. You smelled trouble.

“I need your help.”

Raising an eyebrow, you felt the corners of your mouth twitch. “Yes, I am fine, Loki, thank you for asking. Don’t worry, I wasn’t busy at all.” You said sarcastically.

The God of Mischief only rolled his eyes before he entered your bedroom and shut the door behind him so forcefully you flinched, sending a wave of worry through your body.

“Okay, what happened?” You continued a little softer. “Are you alright?”

“Clearly I am not.” He snapped back, pointing at his crotch. When you looked down, your eyes widened. Jesus Christ, he was hard. For a moment, you were utterly confused. Obviously, Loki was aroused, you just could not figure out why he would ask you for help.

“Um…”

“Stark spiked my drink,” he explained to enlighten you. “He put something in it and now…” Helplessly, he lifted his hands and dropped them again.

Oh. Holy shit… it didn’t take you long to put one and one together. The only logical explanation was that Stark had secretly poured liquid Viagra into Loki’s whiskey and he was now desperately dealing with the consequences. What you still couldn’t understand, however, was why he would march into your room with a giant bulge in his trousers.

The urge to burst out laughing grew with every second you looked at his pained expression. Being this hard without any form of relief working him towards orgasm felt unpleasant to say the least, yet the irony of the situation was hilarious. Loki, the God of Mischief, tricked into taking Viagra by Tony Stark.

“You’re a healer, do something about this… condition of mine.”

“Doctor. We call them doctors here on Earth and I am not. I mean, not yet. I had to pause my studies to help save the world, remember?”

“Whatever,” Loki hissed. “I need your help.”

Sighing, you gulped to stop yourself from grinning, attempting to remain serious.

“Okay, so it appears Tony has… spiked your drink with Viagra, also known as sildenafil citrate. It’s a very common pharmaceutical used to treat erectile dysfunction. That’s why it does what it… well, does.”

Loki narrowed his eyes at you, shock written all over his face. “Well, how do I stop it?”

“Um… you can’t, really. All we can do is wait for it to go away. Viagra is not harmful to your body, not if dosed correctly. I can imagine Tony exaggerated but your anatomy is much different from ours. I’m sure you will be fine.”

“How long does it last?” Loki asked with a dark voice.

“It can last up to five hours. If I am correct and Tony overdosed…” Then he might even stay hard after experiencing an orgasm. Why on Earth did the thought of this get you all hot and bothered? You had to admit it was rather sexy and arousing to see the God of Mischief stand before you with an impressive erection, desperate for someone to help him to some relief.

“I am not going to put up with this agony for five hours. There has to be something you can do about it.”

“Nothing that I know of, Loki.” At least, nothing that would be ethically and morally correct for a prospective doctor. But the excited glistening in your eyes gave you away. Loki took a step closer. You had a feeling he knew exactly what was going through your mind.

“You are a doctor, no?”

“Prospective d-doctor…”

“So I hereby ask for a treatment. Have you not sworn to help people out of their predicaments when you committed yourself to your medical studies?”

Swallowing thickly, you noticed your heartbeat speeding up.

“Y-yes but—“

“So help me then.” His voice was hoarse and devastated when he spoke, his body so close to yours you could feel his cool breath on your lips. You could tell his desire for pleasure was growing—and even though you were not opposed by the idea of him freeing his hard member from those tight leather trousers and stroke himself before your eyes, eventually, you agreed.

“Fine. Let me… take a look.”

Pleased with your answer, Loki nodded. It seemed like time was passing in slow motion when he undid the buttons of his trousers and pulled out his aching cock. It twitched under your scrutinising gaze, sending waves of heat and wetness straight to your own private body parts.

Stop. You had to remain professional. Clearing your throat, you knelt down in front of him, placing your palms on his strong thighs for support. Tony had definitely exaggerated with the dose. You could tell that Loki was in pain and while you did not understand why he didn’t just jerk off in his own bedroom to take away at least some of the pressure in his sack, the desire to touch him grew with every passing second.

So you simply did. What was there to deny? You wanted him. Gently at first, you let the tips of your fingers slide over his warm shaft, feeling the velvety skin and tracing the bluish vein until Loki involuntarily bucked his hips to meet your touch.

There was a tempting drop of precum glistening at the tip, inviting you to lick it off and suck him into your mouth. In fact… in fact you might actually be able to help him, screw a doctor’s principals and morals.

Licking your lips in joyful anticipation, you leaned forward and wrapped your lips around his cock, your tongue teasing his slit. A moan escaped your lips when you tasted his hard flesh.

“What… in Valhalla… are you doing?” He panted, eyes widened with shock.

With a silent smack, you withdrew, gazing up at him with innocent eyes. You understood the irony of the situation, of course. He had wanted mortals to kneel before him—and now you did, worshipping his cock because you were greedy and perhaps even delusional.

“I am helping you…” You choked out only a moment before you busied yourself with his aching length once more, licking over it with relish and causing him to grunt and throw his head back in pure bliss.

Now this was certainly an interesting turn of events but who were you to judge? This was so much better than watching cheesy movies and eating heart-shaped chocolate.

Soon, you were bopping your head in frenzy, taking in as much of him as you could while your hands attended to his balls to caress them gently, your other hand taking care of what your throat wouldn’t cover. Saliva was dripping down your chin, your delicious moans only fuelling his arousal as the sweet sounds echoed through the room and the vibrations teased his cock even further.

His weak attempt not to thrust wildly into your lovely mouth failed rapidly, hips bucking uncontrollably in a steady but frantic rhythm all the while his hands came up to hold your head in place for his pleasure.

“Norns, I am going to…” His last words were interrupted by an animalistic growl as he came, spilling his seed down your throat. Eagerly, you swallowed all he gave you, suckling on the tip until he was completely empty.

Several seconds passed after you had released him, your lips swollen and pink. Licking over them to devour the remnants of his seed, you only noticed when you shifted on the floor that you had soaked your panties.

Loki looked you directly in the eye. He was hungry. Hungry for more.

“Get on the bed,” he growled darkly, blue eyes fixed on you like a predator. He was still hard. How much Viagra had Tony given him? Usually, an erection disappeared again after climax—very apparently, however, like you had even suspected, this did not seem to be the case for Loki.

Swallowing hard, you remembered your own words. Up to five hours…

Actually, you had no idea what made you obey him. Was it his commanding tone, the stern and aroused expression on his face or your own need for relief and pleasure? In the end, it didn’t matter, not really.

You squeaked when Loki climbed on top of you so fast you had barely time to blink. Greedily, he began to tug at your clothes, staring at them as if there were made of living insects. Clearly, they were in the way. So they had to go.

Without much effort, the God of Mischief simply ripped the fabric off your body, making you whine in response. Those were your favourite pyjamas. Right now, however, you couldn’t care less. Much more important was the outrageously handsome god hovering above you like a hungry wolf, ready to devour its prey—and that he did.

His blue eyes roamed over your now naked body hungrily, devouring each and every curve with his gaze. One of his large hands came up to fondle your breasts, exploring your mounts passionately all the while his other hand travelled down over your stomach, leaving a trail of goose bumps to sneak between your legs.

You whimpered when Loki’s fingers parted your heated flesh and gave your clit a teasing stroke before wandering down to your slit to make sure you were wet enough for his intrusion. Oh and you were positively dripping for him.

The God of Mischief smirked as he withdrew his hand. Effortlessly, he snatched your wrists and pinned them down above your head all the while forcing himself between your legs, his hard cock grazing your folds. With but one firm thrust, he buried himself inside you to the hilt, moaning out loud in the process.

You could only gasp in response. Obviously, with his girth and length, you had not expected any man to be a patch on him, yet when he filled you so fully, deliciously… you felt your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you arched your back, urging him on to fuck you. And with the amount of Viagra cursing through his body… who was he to deny you anyway?

Loki chuckled hoarsely, making you shiver in joyful anticipation. Picking up a quick pace, he began to ram his hard meat into you, over and over until you were ready to burst from all the pleasure. Oh damn… he had officially ruined you for any other man to come after him.

With every single thrust, Loki appeared to hit all of your hidden pleasure spots—pleasure spots you didn’t even know existed. And now, they carried you right towards an earth-shattering orgasm that threatened to take away all of your senses.

Rutting into you relentlessly, he lowered his head to wrap his lips around one of your hardened nipples, nibbling and sucking on them until his name burst from your own lips like a prayer. Your hips came up to meet his thrusts, encouraging him to go even deeper and faster which he happily obliged.

“You… need… to… cum… for… me.” He panted. “Now… Norns… CUM, NOW!”

You felt your walls contracting around him the moment he shot ropes of his seed inside of you, coating the inside of your pussy with his essence. Your orgasm rippled through you like liquid fire, pumping pleasure through your body so intensely you desperately gasped for air. You could feel Loki twitch and pulse inside of you as he released himself, his cum seeping out of you when he pulled out and collapsed on the bed next to you after allowing you both to ride out your orgasms.

Both of you had expected he would not soften as of yet. His erection still stood, proudly, waiting for him to go on and take as much pleasure as was needed to help him make use of all the Viagra in his body.

So he pulled you on top of him, earning him another squeal from you. Your frantic giggling, for you were still high on your climax, stopped the moment he made you sit down on his length to fill you once more.

Only moments after you were bouncing up and down on him for all he was worth, your nails digging into his pale chest.

By the time he was done with you, you both were a sweating and panting mess. Your hair stuck to your moist skin, your cheeks were reddened and your limbs shaking, the bed and your thighs wet with your slick juices.

Seven and a half hours. Seven and a half hours had passed until his aching erection had finally gone away and he could rest, spent and utterly satisfied.

You had begged him for breaks, asked him to slow down. In return, you had brought him pleasure with your hands and mouth to soothe his undying arousal and then, after one last shared orgasm, Loki’s lips came crashing down on yours, his tongue fighting for dominance which you granted him all but willingly. He kissed you so ferociously you knew that not only you had lost control over your body with him but also control over your heart.

You had fallen asleep in his arms fast. Keeping up with a god was exhausting, to say the least. Loki had forced you into countless of orgasms, almost making you lose your mind to him. Well, you were not going to complain.

Loki grinned to himself as he stroked your head lightly with an almost loving gaze. He had set his eyes on you ever since he had arrived at the Avengers compound, one of the very few bearable mortals to be around with. He had to admit, however, he had not known how much he had desired you until you had knelt before him to inspect his rock-hard member.

It mattered not. Now, you were his. If only Stark knew he had actually done him a favour in the end…

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lamujerarana · 7 years

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Sue and any character(s) #22

I chose Reed, because, you know, I love him.

***

Sue sighs in relief as she stumbles wearily into her bedroom, removing a pair of uncomfortable heels on her way to a bed that she’s been fantasizing about returning to since the moment she got up.

This has just been...one of those days. One of those weeks if she’s being honest.

There’s a knot somewhere in her lower back that hasn’t gone away for three days no matter how much she stretches, her shoulders are tense, and she is irritable and exhausted.

She’s been in the middle of tense negotiations over a deal to open up several new medical clinics in lower-income neighborhoods with a group of executives and politicians she soundly despises. It’s required quite the effort for her to behave politely towards a group of condescendingly sexist men when she’s so busy fantasizing about slamming one of her invisible force fields down right on their heads, as hard as she can.

Or maybe she’ll show off some of the martial arts skills she’s acquired over years of one-on-one training with Danny Rand.

Suffice it to say, the negotiations haven’t been going well.

Now that her day’s work is finally done, all she wants to do is collapse on her bed, curl up, and sleep for the next twelve hours.

So she doesn’t even bother taking off her makeup—she simply face-plants on her pillow and wills herself to go to sleep.

Cut for length!

She discovers that sleeping is more difficult than it seems. Her mind keeps replaying those men’s smug faces and their odious, underhanded comments questioning her ability to run a multinational corporation—which she’s been doing brilliantly since she was twenty-five, thank you very much—because of her beauty. She thinks about it until she is seething and furious and aching to hit something.

The moment those papers are signed, she is going to tell those men exactly what she thinks of them. She doesn’t care if it’s splattered over the front page of every newspaper the next morning. They deserve it. No one who matters will care.

She hears the door click open and stiffens—whether it’s Reed or one of her children, she can’t deal with this right now. She scrunches her eyes tightly shut and hopes whoever it is will think she’s asleep and go away.

But they don’t—she hears their footsteps come closer and stop next to the bed. She can practically feel whoever it is, standing there, staring at her. She’s about to snap at them to go away, but she’s cut off by Reed’s voice whispering uncertainly, “Darling? Are you awake?”

Sue debates for a moment whether or not she wants to respond at all. “I don’t feel like talking right now, Reed,” she snaps. She puts her pillow over her head to emphasize her point. “Go away.”

Reed doesn’t leave. “Things at the negotiating table went badly, I gather?” he ventures.

“No,” Sue says shortly. “I’ll get what I want.” She sighs. “They’re just very unpleasant men, Reed. It’s hard negotiating with men you keep dreaming about punching.”

“Oh,” Reed says, as though he suddenly understands exactly what she means. But he doesn’t, and he can’t, not ever. He’s been a genius his whole life. Men like that...they fawn all over Reed in a way they never do with Sue, despite the fact that her accomplishments are no less impressive. She feels the bed dip down as Reed sits next to her, and she feels irritated and resentful. “So that’s what’s troubling you. I don’t suppose you feel like talking about it, dear?”

Sue sighs. She’s being unreasonable. She knows she’s being unreasonable. Reed’s trying to be supportive, but— “What I want is to live in a world where men like that don’t exist. Can you make that happen?”

Sue is expecting him to say, “Well, no,” so that she can then respond, “Then you can’t help, so go away.”

But Reed, as always, says something unexpected. “If I gave it ten minutes of sustained thought? I don’t see why not.”

Sue laughs, startled. Reed’s kidding, she thinks, but a part of her wishes she could talk him into it.

“Twenty-seven of the plans I am currently considering would require a time machine, however,” he continues, “not to mention the alteration of the entirety of human history, so perhaps we shouldn’t. The ethics of it are deplorable, after all—messing with space-time rarely ends well. Things tend to go boom, as Johnny would put it.”

Sue rolls over, smiling, planning on making a joke about how they should do it anyway, because it would be worth the universe exploding. She’s sidetracked by what she sees, however—it’s taken her this long to realize that Reed’s dressed in his best suit—one she picked out for him, of course, because Reed never bothers buying himself clothes unless she drags him to a mall—and holding a giant bouquet of the most beautiful red roses she’s ever seen.

She sits up, eyes fixed on the roses, and gasps. “Reed,” she says breathlessly. “Are those for me?”

“No,” Reed says. “They’re for Ben.”

Sue’s hands freeze as she’s reaching out for her flowers. She looks at Reed uncertainly. “Was that a joke?”

It sounded like a joke, but his jokes are so rare that it is difficult even for her to tell at times.

“Of course it was a joke, dear,” Reed smiles as he hands her the flowers. “Ben prefers petunias. I would never buy him roses.”

“You, making a joke,” she smiles. “Darling, are you very sure the world isn’t about to explode?”

“Well, reasonably sure,” Reed says matter-of-factly. He starts hunting around in his pockets. “I could double-check if you want.”

Sue shakes her head as she bites down a laugh. She grabs his arm to stop him. “No, darling, it’s fine. I was just making a joke.”

Sue buries her face in her stunning bouquet and breathes in the sweet, sweet fragrance. It sends her mind careening back through the years to her aunt’s rose garden, where she spent many afternoons in her youth, curled up on a bench, reading whatever book struck her fancy. It was in that same rose garden, years later, that she first laid eyes on Reed. She was all of nineteen, he twenty-one and yet already working on his third Ph.D. He’d been so achingly young and sweet and, despite his indisputable genius, unassuming. He could accomplish the most miraculous, wondrous feats and yet think they were as ordinary as boiling a kettle of water because for him they were.

He was her Mister Fantastic long before he came to belong to the rest of the world, and he’s still hers more than he is anyone else’s.

She glances up and discovers that he is watching her intently. She can see the thinly-veiled want in his eyes and smiles. “Why exactly are you getting all dressed up and bringing me flowers, Mr. Richards?” She narrows her eyes suspiciously. “Nothing’s exploded, has it? Oh, no! You haven’t been trying to improve the dishwasher again, have you? Reed, I told you to stop with that!”

It’s been Reed’s pet project for the past three months, and in that time there have been seven explosions and three accidental portals to other dimensions.

Sue is not exactly sure how he managed any of that, but she made him promise to stop after those dinosaurs launched an invasion. From space. In an alternate dimension.

Life with Reed is never boring, she’ll give him that, and she could do with some excitement right now.

“No,” Reed sighs resignedly. “I’ve given up on that.”

“Good. Make sure it stays that way.”

The corner of Reed’s mouth pulls upward. “For now.”

Sue whacks him in the face with a pillow, and he laughs, and so does Sue.

“You still haven’t told me why you bought me flowers. You’re not feeling guilty, are you?”

“No, that’s not it,” Reed sighs.

“Then what? Have Johnny and Ben been playing pranks on you, because I told them not to, and if they did—“

“No!” Reed says quickly. “No pranks. That I’ve noticed. Well. I admit sometimes I’m so caught up in my work I don’t entirely notice when they play their pranks on me, so I suppose it’s possible that they did.”

It is a source of never-ending frustration and amusement for Johnny and Ben that Reed can be entirely oblivious of their gags.

“I simply…it occurred to me that I haven’t bought you flowers in far too long, my dear,” Reed says. “That’s all.”

“Didn’t you buy me roses two weeks ago?” Sue ventures.

“Yes,” Reed says softly. “Like I said, my darling. Too long.”

Sue leans forward across her roses and presses a soft, loving kiss against her husband’s lips.

He presses his forehead against hers. “I love you,” he says with unmistakable sincerity. “I’ve always loved you. From the moment I first met you. And no matter what happens, I always will.”

Sue smiles and cups Reed’s cheek. “I love you too, my darling.”

Reed bites his lower lip. “Susan? Are you...feeling too tired to go on an adventure?”

“No,” Sue says. “Not at all.” She grins. “Why? Do you have something in mind, Mister Fantastic?”

Reed smiles warmly at her. He chose the name “Mister Fantastic” because of her, after all, because it was how she and she alone saw him. It’s a reminder of the strength of their love, of the way in which it has come to define them both. It was Sue’s vision of who Reed could become for the world -- the man who blazed the way into the future -- that he has constantly striven to live up to, after all.

“I discovered a new microuniverse this morning,” Reed explains, “and I’ve been observing it all day. There’s a planet I’ve been observing and it seems rather beautiful and I thought…perhaps…you and I could grab a bottle of champagne and go take a look.”

“What about the kids?”

“I already asked Ben and Johnny to look after them for the night.”

“Is it inhabited?”

Reed shakes his head. “It’ll be just you and me, my dear. No one around for…lightyears.”

Sue smiles appreciatively. “You’re always showing me things no one’s ever seen before.”

A smile spreads slowly across Reed’s face. “Was that a yes?”

Sue kisses him again, her lovely, beautiful, wonder of a husband.

“That was a yes,” she says.

***

A half hour later, she’s straddling her husband and kissing him senseless beneath a sky full of strange stars, a sweet breeze wafting through the unfamiliar leaves of an alien forest.

Her life back on Earth seems…a million miles away. She wishes it could stay that way. She longs to spend the rest of her life wandering through the universe with the man she loves at her side. That would be true bliss.

Someday, once her children are grown, once there is nothing left to keep her on Earth, she’ll talk Reed into it. Someday, she won’t have to put up with the mundane realities of everyday life. Someday, every moment of her life will just be this, the life fantastic, with no need for compromise and no room for boredom.

But until that day comes, she’ll have to satisfy herself with this, with the fleeting, all-too-brief moments when she can lose herself in her own pleasure, when she can have the life she’s always dreamed of.

She pulls back, her lips leaving Reed’s for the first time in ages, and says, “Reed? Let’s do this every week.”

“Agreed,” Reed says and kisses her again.

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