Darcy's heart hammered in her chest. As much as she wanted Loki, she didn't want it to happen in his car. "Let's try and see if we can make it to your place," she replied breathlessly. "Then we can focus on clothing removal."
"As you wish," the young man replied before getting out of the car.
Darcy waited until he walked over to the passenger side and opened her door. She grabbed her bag and climbed out, following Loki to the elevator. "You know, if you keep quoting The Princess Bride like that you might just get pegged as a hapless romantic."
He reached forward and pressed the elevator button. "I also enjoy watching Jackass. Does that balance it out any?" he asked, smiling mischievously.
"Ewww... Yes, it does, unfortunately."
The elevator doors finally opened. Loki pressed the button for the fifth floor and turned to look at Darcy. He cocked his head to the side and gave her an odd, intense look, as if he'd just noticed or remembered something.
"What?" she asked, curious. She turned to look in one of the mirrored walls, just to make sure she hadn't smeared her makeup or had food left on her face from lunch.
"I just remembered a naughty dream I had about you last night," he purred, advancing on her.
Darcy spun around, bumping into the elevator wall. She looked up at him and felt a shiver at the fire in his gaze. "Naughty, huh?" Her hand reached out to trace the line of his jaw, stopping at his mouth, her thumb grazing his bottom lip. "What was so naughty about it?"
"We were in this elevator. You were wearing your green dress-the one you wore in France-and I was kneeling between your legs, feasting on your quim. And you had your head back... your moans alone nearly made me come..." he closed his eyes in rapture, inhaling deeply as if he could smell her arousal.
Her mind blanked at the mental image he was painting and took a back seat to her libido. Darcy reached up and pulled his face to hers, moaning in relief at the sensation of his body pressed against hers. Their embrace was hungry and demanding, and Loki's hands began to trace their way under her shirt, up her back and towards her front.
"Well, it's about time!"
The two lovers jumped back from each other as if electrocuted. Darcy peered around Loki and noticed that an older woman had just boarded the elevator, cane in one hand and purse in another. Her blue-grey hair was immaculately coiffed and her makeup tastefully applied; she wore a bright red dress which was modern and well-tailored. This wasn't the type of senior citizen Darcy was used to seeing. This was a woman who had, and always had had, lots of money.
"I was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with you, such a good looking young man without a girl."
Loki relaxed and smiled. "Good evening, Mrs. Patterson. How are you?"
The old lady wrinkled her nose. "Well, my arthritis is acting up but I'll be damned if I let it win, the old son of a bitch. I went out for a walk tonight just to show it up."
"If you keep up that attitude, you'll be around longer than we will." The young man used the mirror to throw an amused glance at Darcy, who was barely holding it together.
Luckily, Mrs. Patterson seemed oblivious to the silent conversation taking place between the two young people. "Damned right I will. I'm 92 and still going strong. I've been on my own for twelve years now, and you know what I miss most? Sex! God, I miss sex..."
Darcy hid behind Loki, one hand grabbing a fistful of his t-shirt and the other clamped tightly over her mouth to prevent herself from laughing out loud. She loved this woman!
To her surprise, instead of being shocked or horrified, the young man just chuckled. "I can imagine," he replied in good humour, "I'd miss it, too."
The elevator lurched to a stop and the doors opened. Darcy took a step forward but Loki placed a hand in front of her, blocking her exit; he shook his head, silently mouthing 'next floor'.
Mrs Patterson wished them a good evening and walked out, the doors closing behind her.
Darcy waited a beat before laughing out loud. "Oh my god, that was hilarious! How the hell did you manage not to die laughing?!"
"Because we have the same conversation every time we're in the elevator, which is at least twice a week," Loki answered, pulling his keys out. When the doors opened he followed her out, his hand resting lightly at the centre of her back. "I wasn't so composed the first time she mentioned sex, though. I believe I avoided her for a full month afterwards."
"You're not kidding," Darcy replied, her voice echoing in the hallway. "That would require a kegload of brain bleach for a guy."
He stopped at a door at the end of the hall and turned the key in the lock, motioning for Darcy to enter. "Welcome to my home," he said, his arm sweeping in a grand gesture. She stepped inside, Loki following closely on her heels.
The door hadn't even closed before the two lovers were caught in a frenzied embrace. Darcy's head spun from the different sensations accosting her, from the cool steel of the door at her back to the warmth of Loki's lean body pressing against her.
His mouth was on hers, hungry and demanding. "Christ, I missed you," he panted in her ear, his lips skating the edge of her jaw and down the delicate column of her neck. "I missed your scent, your taste…" He dropped to his knees and looked up at her, his blue eyes darkened with lust.
Her legs were turning to jelly and he had yet to lay a hand on her; that's just how aroused Darcy was at that moment. She gasped as his long fingers curled around her calves, sliding up towards the hem of her skirt. When his mouth followed, spreading tender butterfly kisses in their wake, the young woman felt herself nearly melt against the door.
In no time he was pulling her sensible white cotton Hanes down, moving away just long enough to allow her to kick them aside. She watched as his head disappeared under the folds of her skirt and reached blindly behind her for the doorknob-she was going to need all the help she could get to stay upright.
His mouth and tongue were hot against the inside of her thigh. One finger wandered over to her centre, drawing a slow line between her moist lips. He groaned-a needy, desperate sound that came from deep within. "You're so wet," he muttered, as if in awe, before his tongue followed the same path.
Darcy whimpered, trying her damnedest not to topple over. Each stroke of his tongue-talented, magical tongue, she kept repeating to herself-brought her closer to a state of delirium, and closer to dropping down to the floor into a puddle of oversexed goo.
However, a small part at the back of her mind pushed its way through the fog. "Loki," she managed to say, her voice about two octaves higher than usual. "Come back up," she pleaded, tugging on the shoulder of his t-shirt.
Reluctantly, the young man stood up, concern marring his features. Before he could speak-she knew what he'd ask, 'was it not good?'-she pulled his mouth to hers for a searing kiss, the taste of herself on his lips nearly intoxicating. She broke the kiss just as suddenly, her breathing ragged. "I am so close right now, but I want you inside me. It feels like it's been years..."
He smiled, then, proud and carefree, and it made her want him that much more. The tiny part of Darcy's brain which was still lucid screamed at her to get his pants off yesterday. Obeying willingly, her hands flew to his belt, which she removed in a few tugs, followed by the button and zipper of his fly.
Loki's pants fell to the ground and he kicked them away before tugging his underwear down just far enough. Darcy gasped when he picked her up and sandwiched her firmly between himself and the door. She wrapped her legs around him and he entered her in one smooth stroke. He paused and looked at her, his gaze inscrutable, as if her eyes held the answers to life's secrets. Darcy couldn't help but smile-goddamn it, she was happy he was back-and squeezed her internal muscles, relishing in how his eyes nearly crossed in pleasure.
"Minx," he whispered as he began to slide in and out, quickly finding a rhythm that had them both on the precipice within mere minutes. When he changed angles, thrusting upwards, hitting exactly the right spot, Darcy felt the pressure build.
"Yes," she moaned into his mouth in between kisses, "right there… oh god…" She flung her head back, smashing it against the door, and let her release wash over her, Loki following not long after. "Ouch," she said, laughing, rubbing the back of her head.
"Are you alright?" Loki asked, chuckling.
"Yeah, I'm good. I'm not used to door sex, I guess."
They held each other for a few more minutes, enjoying the sensation of being in one another's arms again, feeling their muscles twitching where they were still connected.
"I'm going to have to let you down before I drop you," Loki finally said, setting her gently down on her feet.
Darcy stood on shaky legs, taking in her first real glimpse of Loki's home. The loft was narrow but seemed to stretch forever to her left. The fading daylight shone through tall living room windows, bathing the area in a warm glow.
"Wow…" she said. "Your home is beautiful."
The loft was a mix of old and new, the brick walls and wooden beams somehow harmonizing with the modern furniture. Oversized posters of musicians-professionally framed and matted, of course-hung on the living room's high walls. The images reflected an eclectic taste, from Benny Goodman to The Black Keys to Bob Dylan.
The opposite wall was comprised almost entirely of a bookshelf. Darcy wandered over and perused the titles, her fingers caressing their spines. She felt Loki come up behind her; he wrapped his strong arms around her waist, pulling her back against him, and placed a kiss at the juncture of her shoulder and neck. "You don't know what it does to me to see you here, in my home," he whispered.
"It really is beautiful," she repeated, turning around in his arms. "Come on-give me the grand tour. I want to see what the other rooms look like."
The first room he showed her was the kitchen.
Compared to the vast, open-concept feeling of the living room, the kitchen was small. Despite its modest size, however, the room's layout was well-thought out. Darcy stood at the stove and swiveled to the right and the left, observing her surroundings.
Loki stood back staring at her with an amused look on his face. "What on earth are you doing?"
"I'm pretending to cook," she replied. "Whoever designed this kitchen must have cooked a lot because everything is right where it should be." She was about to comment on the tiles used for the backsplash-some sort of an art deco calla lily, she guessed-when her eye caught a small appliance perched on the granite counter.
"Oh. My. God," she exclaimed, making a beeline for the black Kitchenaid stand mixer. "Why do you have one of these? Why does everyone but me have one of these?!" She reached out and touched it almost intimately, coveting the sleek appliance.
"Should I leave you two alone for a while?" Loki chuckled. "Or shall we continue with the grand tour?"
Darcy heaved a dramatic sigh, tossing her head backwards and throwing an arm over her eyes. "Kitchenaid… our love is simply never to be…"
Smiling, she looped her arm in Loki's and led the way out of the room. "Come on, the longer I stay here the worse your chances are of ever getting me back out."
They walked down the hallway until they came to a doorway on their right. Loki walked in and turned the light on, Darcy following behind.
If she thought she'd been envious of his kitchen-would he really notice if she walked out with the Kitchenaid mixer?-Darcy was downright jealous of his bathroom.
"Holy shit, look at your bathtub!" she exclaimed, rushing over to sit on the edge of the soaker tub that sat at the far end. She slid her hand along the smooth surface, humming in pleasure. "I bet you get a lot of water in this puppy."
"I wouldn't know," Loki replied, leaning casually against the doorframe, his arms crossed over his chest. "I've actually never used it."
Darcy turned to him, stunned. "What?!"
The young man shrugged. "I take showers."
"But…" she just couldn't believe having such a gorgeous bathtub and never using it. "Not even with Cassandra? I mean… look at it-there's easily room in here for two."
Loki walked over to where she sat. "I moved here after my split with Cassandra. If you really want, though," he trailed, aiming a heated look her way, "we could test it out later, after dinner..."
Darcy stood up and kissed him on the cheek, smacking him on the behind. "As much as I'd like to, I can't tonight-I have to work tomorrow." It really sucked having to be a responsible adult.
"Friday, then?" He conceded, holding his hand out.
She took it and allowed herself to be led back out to the hallway. "That sounds like a great way to cap off the week. Now," she said, her stomach growling, "what about dinner? I'm famished."
Darcy groaned and pushed her plate away from herself. "Ok. I'm going to stop right now before I'm too full." She paused, staring at the remaining fries and sandwich, stealing one last fry before pushing the plate even farther out of reach. "That was really delicious. I'd always wondered what shawarma was but there aren't any places close to home. Well, none that I'd trust, anyway."
Loki finished the last of his own meal, wiping his hands on a paper napkin. "I only just tried it for the first time a few weeks ago," he admitted. "Tony-one of our innovation whizzes-wouldn't stop talking about it. He was driving the lot of us bonkers, so we decided the only way to shut him up was for all of us to go out after work and try it out."
"And you found out he was right."
"Damn right." The young man stood up and began to clear the table, but was stopped by Darcy.
"Sit," she ordered, pointing to his chair. "You paid-the least I can do is clean up after us." She looked up at the clock on the wall. It was 9pm, which still gave them a fair amount of time together before she had to head back home.
Cleaning up didn't take that much time. Darcy was relieved that Loki had a dishwasher-it made her task quicker, and quicker was good because it meant more snuggle time.
"Where do you keep your washcloths?" She asked, rooting around the cupboard underneath his sink.
"Nevermind the washcloth." He'd come up behind her, hands on her hips, long fingers tracing the skin above her skirt's waistline. "My cleaning lady can look after it tomorrow. Right now there are more important… activities… on which we can focus."
Darcy turned in the circle of his arms, a familiar warmth radiating just below her navel. "Like giving me the grand tour of your bedroom?" She asked lightheartedly.
His eyes closed for a long moment, where he seemed to be steadying his nerves. "Yes," he whispered, his lips a hair's breadth from her neck, his warm breath fanning out against her already heated skin.
"Let's go, then, before we christen your kitchen instead," Darcy replied, pulling him down the hallway towards his bedroom.
She walked backwards, her hands in his, until they reached the room at the end of the hallway. They stepped in and Darcy was, for one of the few times in her life, struck speechless-even if only for a fraction of a moment. "Holy shit…" she whispered, staring in wonder at the bedroom which lay before her.
The room itself had to be at least twenty five feet long, with the back third raised two steps up from the main floor. Up on the platform sat an old wingback chair that looked like it belonged on the set of Masterpiece Theatre, placed beside shelves of old books. The walls were the same ruddy brick as everywhere else in the house, and the windows matched those in the living room-although Darcy was relieved to see that the bedroom windows had wooden blinds.
"There aren't even words…" Darcy said, taking another step further into the room. The bed, an arts and crafts behemoth, lay to her left just out of reach.
"That was also my first impression," Loki said, coming up behind her. "This room cemented the deal. It eclipsed all of the loft's shortcomings-as soon as I saw it, I had to own it."
Confused, Darcy turned to look at him. "Hold on-shortcomings? What shortcomings?"
"The loft is narrow, the kitchen is small, there's only one bathroom, the windows face north…"
"I think you're looking at it through the wrong lens," the young woman countered, ticking her arguments on her fingers. "The high ceilings and tall windows make the place look bigger than it is; the kitchen may be small but it has tons of character-I mean, those art deco tiles on the backsplash are probably worth a fortune; who cares about having just one bathroom when it's got everything you need; and your north-facing windows are overlooking the park across the street instead of the other building next door."
"And it's even better now that you've graced it with your presence," Loki added, pulling her into his arms and resting his chin atop her head.
Darcy sighed happily, her head resting against his chest. In the circle of his arms she felt happy and safe. Her gaze fell onto the bed, its deep green duvet calling out to her. "I'm actually curious to find out if that bed is as cozy as it looks," she commented, her voice muffled through his t-shirt.
"Why don't you find out, then." Loki pulled his arms from around her and stepped back, giving her space to walk to the bed.
She couldn't help but break out into a childish grin as she took a few quick steps and leapt up, spinning mid-jump, landing on her back and sinking into the soft blankets. "Mmmm…" she moaned, closing her eyes and basking in the comfort of the bed.
A heartbeat later Darcy felt the bed dip just to her right. She opened her eyes and found Loki had settled himself just above her, his lips pulled up into a smile. "You don't know how beautiful you are to me right now," he whispered, "in my home, in my bed, in my arms."
Darcy felt a tumult of emotions at his confession. Unable to find words to convey just how right it felt being in his home, his bed, his arms as he'd put it, she reached up and cupped his cheek, pulling his face down to hers for a kiss.
His lips swept against hers, their languid embrace at odds with the desperate need they both felt. Darcy tugged at the hem of his t-shirt, trailing her nails along the skin of his back as she pulled the soft cotton fabric upward. She felt him groan before he broke the kiss and let his head drop at the crook of her neck.
"Scratch my back," he begged, pressing himself to her, his narrow hips resting at the apex of her thighs. He rocked in time with the sweep of his mouth against her neck, humming in pleasure as her fingernails traveled up and down the length of his back.
He eventually pulled away, sitting back on his haunch. One swift motion had his t-shirt flying off to the side of the bed in a very unLoki-like gesture.
Darcy giggled. "I don't think I'll ever get over watching you being messy," she said, tugging at his fly while he reached down and undid the buttons on her blouse.
Loki paused, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I can stop what I'm doing and go tidy it up if you prefer," he teased, pretending to move away.
"Don't you dare!" The young woman chided, smacking him on the chest playfully. She managed to sit up, looped her arms around his neck to keep from falling back, and smiled at him. "You stay right here."
It struck Darcy, suddenly, how she felt the same in Loki's arms as when she'd crossed the threshold of her home-this was where she belonged.
The young man wrapped one arm around the small of her back, holding her steady, while his other hand pushed at her blouse, trying to slide the fabric down her arm. Darcy reached around and, with a move that could earn her a spot in the Cirque du Soleil, shimmied out of the top, smiling into their kiss.
She closed her eyes and tilted her head back when he pressed a line of open-mouthed kisses down her clavicle and along the valley between her breasts. The young man hummed in approval when he saw the front clasp of her bra, bringing a hand up to deftly pry the fastening apart. He looked up at her and smiled. "You realise this is now my favourite bra, yeah?"
Darcy chuckled as she tossed her bra in the general vicinity of his t-shirt. "I'm not sure you'll still be saying that after you see the red satiny one I got from Victoria's Secret a few months ago…"
"Well," he said, carefully placing her back down on the bed, "you're going to have to wear it on Friday so I can judge for myself."
"Mmm… I think I can do that." Darcy's stomach fluttered at the thought of spending more time with Loki, of what it would be like to live with him-to share his bed, yes, but also to share meals, to have him there for her when work is too much and to be there for him, too.
She realised she'd been lost in thought when she felt a tug at her waist. Loki had finished undressing and was pulling at her remaining clothes. She lifted her rear off the bed, allowing him to slip her skirt off.
Her heart pounded in her chest as he stretched above her, his blue eyes full of love and warmth. He settled between her thighs and entered her gently, slowly, a quiet sigh escaping his lips. "I could spend my days in your arms," he whispered.
They moved slowly, the sense of urgency having dissipated after their first coupling. Their kisses matched the lazy rhythm they'd set, tongues dancing, exploring. Darcy dragged her nails down the length of Loki's back, reveling in the groan the action elicited. It was her turn to moan, however, when he shifted slightly and pressed against a particularly sensitive spot inside her on every stroke.
She felt the heat pooling between her thighs, the steady climb towards an orgasm building slowly, following the same pace as their coupling. Her breathing erratic, she reached up and whispered "harder" in his ear, relishing in his resulting loss of control.
He did as she bade, his pace faster, harder, until her release washed over her, her body arching off the bed as if electrocuted. Down from her high, she registered that he was still hard within her. Planting both feet flat on the mattress she met every one of his thrusts, gripping him tightly with her internal muscles.
"Fuck," he growled, his rhythm wavering and his arms trembling. Darcy's eyes followed a bead of sweat which was making its way down his collarbone; leaning forward she darted her tongue out and licked it, tracing a path up the taut line of his neck. When she bit him playfully, he finally lost control and came hard, moaning her name.
They lay there in one another's arms, waiting for their breathing to calm. Eventually, Loki pulled away and the young lovers crawled underneath the duvet, lying on their sides, facing each other.
"I wish you could stay the night," he said.
"I know," she replied, really wanting to cave in to his request. But she had work, which she took seriously, never mind the fact tomorrow was only her second day back after a week's hiatus. "I can stay on Friday and we can stay up all night making love, or we can go to bed early and fall asleep in each other's arms."
"If you stay Saturday night, too, we can do both," he offered, eyes twinkling with mischief.
Darcy laughed, cupping a hand over the straight line of his jaw. Her smile faded only slightly before she leaned in to press her lips to his. "We're on the cusp of something magical," she declared. "It's sudden and big and scary, but it's also beautiful and right."
Loki's blue eyes bore through her and she saw her love for him reflected in his gaze. "I love you so much, Darcy," he said before leaning in for another kiss.
And Darcy knew then, with every fibre of her being, that she and Loki were simply meant to be.
It was as simple as that.
A/N: Well, folks, here we have it-the final chapter of Meant To Be! This story was so much fun for me to write, and every time I re-read it I'm brought back to southern France. I hope it was as much fun for you to read!
I would like to thank everyone who has been following this story, whether you've taken the time to leave me a quick note or not, your support has been uplifting. Hugs to all :)
As I mentioned last week, there will eventually be an epilogue. Work has gotten dreadfully stressful this past while and, as a result, my writing has suffered. I will endeavour to have it written before too long, though-much of it is sealed in my brain; it simply needs to be released :)
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