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A month had passed since Loki had smuggled Amelia and Wanda into the United Kingdom. Amelia’s physical bruises had healed, but her psychological ones were still there. Loki had kept his distance, letting Amelia figure out herself. She appreciated it until nighttime fell and then she needed him close. The first few nights Loki had insisted on sleeping separate from her, but after several wakeups from Amelia’s nightmares it was obvious that he’d have to be in the same room with her. They now shared a bed, fully clothed, every night.
Amelia woke on this Sunday morning to Loki bringing in a big tray of breakfast. “Wake up, kitten.” Loki still insisted she was his and she didn’t correct him on it. Hearing him call her ‘kitten’ brought a nice warmth to her, made her forget some of the horrible things that had been done to her.
Squinting as she moved to sit up, Amelia looked at him. “What’s this?”
Loki set the tray over her lap and grabbed her glasses, putting them on her for her and pushing them up her nose. Amelia smiled at him and he pressed his usual kiss to the top of her head. Amelia wasn’t too keen on physical affection yet, shame still filled her, and she felt unworthy of Loki’s affections. Loki then tucked a few messy strands of hair behind her ear. “I thought you could use a nice lie in today.”
Amelia smiled at him and turned her attentions to the tray. Loki had made her eggs benedict and she smiled as she remembered their first breakfast date. “Eggs benedict.” Amelia took a bite and hummed at how delicious it was. The hollandaise had been made perfectly. “Loki, I didn’t know you could cook so well.”
“I may have cheated and used Clint.”
Amelia perked up. “Clint’s here?” The idea of the man who had did his best to protect her visiting was exciting.
Loki nodded. “Yes, Clint is here. I have to leave for a few days with Natasha.” Amelia deflated, almost immediately. He sat on the bed next to her and took her hand in his. “I’m only going to Edinburgh. I’ll only be a day away.”
Amelia looked down at where he grabbed her hand and squeezed. “I just…I can’t go?”
“It’s a boring business trip, kitten.” Loki gave her a reassuring smile and then kissed her hand. “Eat your breakfast.”
Amelia nodded and tucked in, finishing off the food and then leaning back with the cup of coffee, sipping it. Loki watched her and she looked up at him. “What?”
“You’re just very beautiful. I love you.”
Amelia flushed and ducked her head, trying to hide from Loki’s gaze. “I love you, too. I’m sorry it’s hard for me to show it.”
Loki waved her off, standing and picking up the tray. “You are doing wonderfully.”
Loki left the room and Amelia climbed out of the bed, deciding to take a shower. She loved the shower here. It had the showerhead above you so that it rained down on you. The first time she used it she spent almost an hour in the shower. Tying her hair up into a messy ponytail so she didn’t have to wash it, she climbed in and began taking a hot shower. Her showers were hotter than usual now, she sometimes felt like she could still feel Steve touching her.
Amelia grabbed the lavender scented soap and began lathering up, humming softly. Closing her eyes, for the first time in a long time it wasn’t Steve haunting her when she did. Instead, it was Loki’s hands on her body she was remembering. Amelia gave sighed softly as her hands roamed down her body, mimicking one of the ways Loki had explored her so many months ago in his shower back in America.
Leaning back against the shower wall, she let her hand slide between her legs, licking her lips as she began to touch herself. Amelia let out a moan without meaning to, jumping when there was a knock on the door. “Amelia? You alright, kitten?”
Amelia suddenly became embarrassed, pulling her hand from between her legs and turning off the water. “I’m…I’m fine, Loki.” She was certain she heard a soft chuckle as she began to dry off. Pulling her hair back down she tried to fluff it out, so it wasn’t a complete mess and then stepped into the bedroom, towel wrapped around her.
Loki was sitting on the bed, dressed in a pair of black slacks and a green button up shirt. “Sure you’re just fine, kitten?” There was an air of amusement in his tone.
Amelia flushed, pulling the towel a little tighter. “I…had a flashback.”
Loki’s face became serious, most of Amelia’s flashbacks weren’t good. “Are you okay?”
“It was about you.” Her voice came out a whisper. “You remember that time we showered together? In my small shower?”
Loki’s mouth turned up into a smirk. “Yes, I remember that morning. Made you late for work if I remember correctly.”
Amelia turned even redder, squeezing her thighs together. “I sometimes miss you touching me.” It was the first time Amelia had been able to confess that she did miss Loki’s touches, and it felt extremely hard. “I miss feeling cared for like…that.”
“You want me to touch you, Amelia?” Loki stayed very still on the bed; it was obvious he was trying to not upset her. Amelia simply nodded, which made Loki smile. “I need you to say it.” Amelia whined and Loki chuckled. “I just want your consent, kitten.”
“I don’t know if I’m ready for all the sexual stuff, but I miss your touches and caresses and I miss you.”
“Come here.” Loki’s tone was softer than the words.
Amelia walked over, clutching the towel tightly. “Am I making sense?”
“Yes, you are kitten.” When Amelia was close enough Loki grabbed her and pulled her on his knee. Amelia squeaked and licked her lips nervously. “What would you like me to do right now?”
Amelia studied his face and swallowed hard. “I want a kiss. A real one. Not the kisses on the forehead, I mean those are nice…” Amelia began to ramble, overexplaining what she wanted. Loki suddenly cut her off, giving her a chaste, soft kiss. It was short lived, and he was smiling when he pulled back. “Oh.”
“Is that what you needed?” Loki stroked her cheek, snaking his other hand around her waist to adjust her in his lap. Amelia nodded and then lunged forward, kissing him harder. Loki made a surprised noise as the movement, pushed them both back on the bed. Amelia’s towel slipped just a little and her breasts were pressed against him. Loki slid his hand into her hair, meeting her feverish kiss with equal fervor.
When the kiss finally broke, Amelia was breathing heavy and staring into Loki’s green eyes which had turned a shade darker in his desire for her. Amelia’s face was flushed, and her lips swollen from the kiss. “Loki.” She whispered his name.
Loki adjusted her, moving her so she was straddling him and pulled her down against his chest. Amelia wriggled a bit, tossing the towel aside. “What do you want, kitten?”
Amelia whimpered again. “Touch me, please. I just…need your touch.”
Loki’s hand slid from Amelia’s hair and down to her cheek. “Are you sure?” Amelia nodded and Loki quickly rolled them over, kissing her deeply. His hand slid from her face down her body, his mouth moved over her jaw, going to the sweet spot on her neck. Licking first, he bit down on her neck as he began to massage one of her breasts. Amelia made a pleased noise, twisting a little under him. She had forgotten how good he was at pleasing her.
Before Amelia could fully register everything, Loki’s hand had moved on from her chest and was squeezing one of her thighs. Amelia sighed, spreading her legs for him. His hand slid in between her legs, going to her center. Fingers began slipping through her wet folds and Amelia gasped, grabbing onto Loki’s hair with one hand. He was avoiding her clit, spreading the wetness from her slit upwards slowly.
“You want it bad, kitten.” Amelia nodded against him and he bit down on her neck again, finally swiping his finger over her clit. She bucked against his hand and moaned. Loki chuckled and slipped his finger down and in her tight entrance. Amelia spread her legs even further, giving him better access.
“Loki…please…” Amelia was in a place she hadn’t been in a long time. It felt good and it felt right at the same time. She didn’t feel the immense amount of shame she had felt with him. She was wrapped up in the feel of Loki’s finger working in her and she whimpered as she realized how much she needed him.
“Shh, kitten. I’m going to take care of you.” A second finger slipped in and Amelia groaned as they pumped back and forth, curling up and into that secret little spot so well. His thumb swiped over her clit causing her to twitch. Amelia relaxed when he growled in her ear, clinging to him with both hands.
It felt like it wasn’t going to last long enough, Loki fingering her and kissing over her neck. She needed this moment to last for a lifetime, and yet she knew it wouldn’t. Soon she was releasing on Loki’s hand, a gush of juices accompanying her cry. Amelia felt a wave of relief wash over her and suddenly the only thing she could think to do was burst into tears.
Loki immediately pulled back, leaving her feeling empty. Amelia gasped and clung to him as he began soothing her. “Shhh, kitten, did I hurt you?” She shook her head vehemently. Loki pulled her close, lying next to her.
“It’s just, it felt so good. And I forgot how good it felt. Just you, and me…” Amelia’s words were coming out between sobs. Loki nuzzled her, trying to calm her. “I missed you. I don’t want you to go to Edinburgh. I’m afraid you won’t come back.”
“Oh, kitten. I will be back.” Loki was reassuring her. “I won’t leave you for long, I promise. Wanda, Clint, and even Vis will be here. Also, you can call me every night. It’s only for three days.” Amelia nodded, realizing how silly she must sound, sobbing like this over him going on a business trip. Loki, however, didn’t seem to think she was acting in a silly manner and kept stroking her hair. She finally calmed down and he kissed her forehead gently. “Feel better?”
Amelia nodded. “Yea. I’m sorry I must seem silly.”
Loki chuckled. “Not in the slightest, kitten.”
~*~
Amelia watched as Nat and Loki left and then sat down with a huff next to Wanda. Wanda had been living at the house with her and Loki for the better part of the month. Vision had gotten her an emergency visa so that she could stay in the UK. Wanda was looking for work with Vision’s help. Amelia leaned on her best friend and sighed. “I didn’t want him to go.”
“I know.” Wanda said, smiling. “But we get more time with Vision.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were getting smitten on him.”
“I might be.” Wanda grinned at her friend. It was obvious Wanda had underwent some trauma in her relationship with Barnes, but she wasn’t one to let it show. Everyone was way too concerned with Amelia and getting her back to where she needed to be. “But, I don’t know if he’s interested in me. I’m kind of…not his type.”
“Oh, I bet you are his type.” Amelia smiled up at her best friend. “I mean, who would have imagined I’d be Loki’s type.”
Wanda laughed. “You underestimate yourself, Amelia.”
Amelia nodded, still clinging to her best friend. She couldn’t wait for Loki to get back, she felt like something was healing in her and she felt more comfortable around him every day.